"I'm afraid I can't keep that letter in his hands." Zhao Yun whispered.
"I know, it's just for that group of people. People can't tell the difference between what's fake and what's real, what's real and what's fake. After all, I have to give them some hope."
"Now, although the enemy has regarded us as trapped beasts, they are actually still guarding Lord Ma's side. It's just that Lord Ma's soldiers and horses are hoarded to the northwest of them, while General Sun's army is hidden due south."
"This is your and my chance!" Guo Jiayan said.
When he said this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the smile on his face became stronger.
Zhao Yun suddenly realized, and immediately understood Guo Jia's plan, and then took Ma Chao, who was still a little confused, to polish his weapons and prepare for the subsequent life-and-death fight.
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Just as the undercurrent was surging on the Qilian Mountains, a storm was about to break out in Luoyang City, Kyoto.
In the general's palace, He Jin was lying on a chair and listening to a little tune. There were more than a dozen singers dancing in front of him.
He Jin listened with his head swaying, enjoying it very much.
Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew in, and He Jin, who was squinting, suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a spark of light in his eyes.
In an instant, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from He Jin's body, pressing on the dancers and singers, forcing them to lie on the ground, their faces turned pale, and they were clearly frightened.
"Old...Master..."
The leading singer trembled and called out.
He Jin glanced sideways, then waved his hand.
The singer understood this and did not dare to stay, so she quickly bowed and left.
After these people retreated, He Jinfang said, "Here we are, any news?"
"General, the entrance to the underground national destiny has been discovered!"
As soon as these words came out, the breath all over He Jin's body condensed, and even the official and disciples of Zhongdu did not dare to speak. They could only tremble and lie on the ground.
"Did you discover it? Did you, the officials and disciples of Zhongdu, discover it? Or did you discover it?"
"Wouldn't that person in the palace already know this news?"
He Jin glanced sideways at the man and asked coldly.
As soon as these words were spoken, the official and disciple of Zhongdu lay on the ground, his body shaking, his face full of fear, and he replied tremblingly: "Okay...it seems that he already knows."
"The news came from Master Yuan's mouth. He put the booklet on his desk, and the villain also got the news from the booklet. And when the villain saw the booklet from that place, the booklet had already been opened, and there was
The traces I looked through should be that of the person in the palace."
"In my humble opinion, the Sili Colonel knows the news, but neither party dares to offend them, so he can only use this method to inform both parties of the news."
"The man in the palace should also know the news by now."
"It's just that, according to the records, it's useless to know the news. Most people can't face the final fate of the country head-on."
"Even the colleague who went there before found the entrance to that mysterious place, but was unable to enter. He seemed to be repelled by the national destiny inside."
"Judging from the information currently known, if you want to enter that place, you must be a court official, and you must be a person with a high official rank."
This official and disciple of Zhongdu was like pouring beans, spilling out everything he knew without daring to hide anything.
When he finished speaking, He Jin, who was sitting in the upper position, raised his eyebrows and looked at the official and disciple of Zhongdu below with a somewhat scrutinizing look.
After a long time, he finally looked away and said softly: "Okay, I know, you can go down."
Hearing this, the official and disciple of Zhongdu felt relieved, quickly handed over his hands, turned around and left.
After the Zhongdu official left, the general stood up from his chair, looked up in the direction of the palace, stood with his hands behind his hands, and shouted: "Come here! Enter the palace!"
Youyou's voice rang out and spread throughout the small mansion. Almost as soon as the voice fell, the housekeeper trotted in and said, "Master, the carriage has been arranged. Please move forward."
He Jin nodded and entered the palace that night.
In the palace, Zhang Rang had just listened to his men's report on the power of the underground country's fate. There was no joy or sadness on his face, as if he didn't care at all.
On the contrary, Zhao Zhong was deep in thought, sometimes raising his eyebrows and sometimes frowning, as if he was calculating something in his mind.
"What is Mr. Zhao thinking about?" Zhang Rang's eyes fell on Zhao Zhong and asked aloud.
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zhong was stunned and looked at Zhang Rang. He did not hide anything and replied: "I am thinking about how to deal with this matter."
"This...what's there to think about?" Zhang Rang chuckled, looked at Zhao Zhong, and asked.
"Master Zhang, we have been officials in the same dynasty for a long time, and we are all people who know everything."
"People like us can't even think about passing on the family line, so you and I have never thought about the throne of the Emperor."
"But we haven't thought about this, but we have to enjoy our old age in peace after all. Let's think about our life in our old age, right?" Zhao Zhong replied, with a look of worry clearly written on his face.
Since Liu Hong's death, he felt a little uneasy and felt that conspiring with the general was like seeking the skin of a tiger!
These days, the general's hand has been stretched longer and longer, and he must kill it!
Hearing this, Zhang Rang chuckled lightly, finally understanding the meaning of his old friend's words.
Anyway, you just can’t stand it any longer and are you planning to rise up and resist?
"Okay, you don't need to worry about these things. We are old friends who have known each other for many years. How can we watch you suffer in your later years? Isn't that nonsense?"
Zhang Rang waved his hand. He couldn't stand the look of his old friend, so he reassured him that he was watching all this from the front. What else did his old friend have to worry about?
"Then... we really don't care about this matter?" Zhao Zhong asked again.
"Who said it doesn't matter, just don't worry."
"Why are we in a hurry? There are naturally people outside the palace who are more anxious than us. Maybe the general has already rushed to the palace at this moment!"
Zhang Rang sneered, but he didn't take these things to heart at all.
Hearing this, Zhao Zhong froze on the spot for a moment before coming back to his senses.
Those eyes stared at Zhang Rang, as if he had realized something from his friend's words.
"That's true. When it comes to this matter, the general is much more concerned about it than we are."
"How about our family going to stay with His Majesty now? His Majesty just can't sleep these days and needs to hear some stories. Can we go and tell him some stories?" Zhao Zhong suggested.
Zhang Rang's eyes brightened slightly and he looked at Zhao Zhong. He couldn't help but nodded and said: "This is a good idea, so I'll trouble Mr. Zhao."
"If our guess is correct, the general will be unable to sit still tonight and go to see Queen Mother He. Just keep an eye on her."