Chapter 439 Whoever reaches out will chop off his hand!
"Second brother, of course you are going." Facing Wu Song's offer, Ximen Qing nodded slightly and said, "Not only you, but Coach Lin and Master Lu are also going. Things in the north are the most critical, and it's not enough for you to be in charge.
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Ma Rulong wants to take charge of Bianliang, so naturally he cannot move lightly; and Ximen Qing also wants to go to Japan in the spring of next year, so the best choice is Wu Song.
Of course, Ximen Qing would not let Wu Song face all the pressure, so he had to arrange for Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen and others to go with him.
"I heard that Master Lu has returned to secular life. Why does Master Ximen still call him that?" Ma Rulong couldn't help but interjected: "Does Master Lu go back to his original name?"
"It's hard to change once you're used to this name, just like Coach Lin." Ximen Qing explained: "Although Master Lu has returned to secular life, he still uses the name Zhishen. This is also a habit."
Ma Rulong nodded in agreement: "Once many things become habits, they are difficult to change."
"Sometimes, cultivating some habits for the enemy is also a way of attacking." Ximen Qing's thinking jumped quickly: "Many times, you will get miraculous effects that cannot be achieved by a frontal attack, and you can get twice the result with half the effort."
Ma Rulong sighed: "This is really difficult for the enemy to detect...just like Master Ximen's plan."
"If someone sees through it, it's not a good idea." Ximen Qing said with a smile: "But many times, the methods we use can actually be regarded as conspiracy. Even if it is seen through, the enemy will not have much choice.
In the end, they had no choice but to follow our footsteps."
The level of those who manipulate the chess game is naturally higher than that of the people in the game. It is said that the authorities are confused but the bystanders know clearly. This is the truth; the people who play chess think they have the upper hand and press forward step by step, but in the end they are making wedding dresses for others, and
Or it could be to draw fire from the bottom of the pot and end up losing everything.
Cai You was like this before. When he thought he had defeated Jing Yangchun, he was remotely controlled by Ximen Qing and kicked him out of the cauldron. This time it was a hundred thousand dollars. For Cai You, it was as painful as a cramp.
"I learned a lot from Master Ximen's plan today." Ma Rulong said with emotion: "It seems that there are many things in the world that a certain family had the wrong approach before."
Ximen Qing smiled slightly: "Master Ma has helped these two brothers a lot before, why should you belittle yourself?"
Ma Rulong shook his head and said: "To be honest, when the Imperial City Division was in this stagnant water, a certain family just wanted to see if Mr. Ximen could stir up the stagnant water. Unexpectedly, once Mr. Ximen came, the Imperial City Division would be destroyed within a few months.
The facelift has made people sigh with emotion."
"The way of heaven is reincarnation, maybe you and I just played a role in it unknowingly." Ximen Qing laughed and said: "The Imperial City Department is also on the cusp of the storm now, so we must pay more attention to our actions."
"Of course." Ma Rulong said: "The role played by the Imperial City Division has exceeded many people's expectations. It is estimated that some people have begun to think about how to speed up the pace and extend their influence into the Imperial City Division again."
"Whoever stretches out his hand will be chopped off!" Ximen Qing's tone was very calm, but the artistic conception was bloody and domineering: "The caution I said does not mean this aspect. The situation in the Imperial City Division today is quite serious.
It’s not easy, but we can’t let outside forces get their hands on it again... If it’s chopped, it’s mine.”
Wu Song and Ma Rulong understood what Ximen Qing meant. King Jia promoted the Imperial City Division, which was not affiliated with the Taichao. Tan Zhen was imprisoned, Bai Ying was punished, and internal rectification was carried out. Today's situation is indeed just as Ximen Qing said.
It was hard won; in other words, the Imperial City Division once again made some people and certain forces feel threatened. At this time, using some heavy methods is also the right choice.
This pool of stagnant water in the Imperial City Division has now become living water. Pure living water must not be poured into another bucket of ink!
"Don't worry, with me, Ma Rulong, I will never let this happen."
Ma Rulong responded decisively.
Ximen Qing nodded, and after the matter was settled, he stood up and left, preparing to go to his villa.
Kinoshita Tokichiro, An Daoquan, and Kikuko's couple had moved to a villa the day before yesterday. Ximen Qing always felt that there were still some unclear things about Kikuko, and he needed to ask them carefully. By the way, he also wanted to see how Tokichiro's study progress was.
Ximen Qing didn't want to wait until the beginning of spring before he had to hold Kikuko in his arms to have a normal conversation with Tokichiro.
As for Sun Junming and Zheng Qing, Ximen Qing has not forgotten them, but it would be better to keep them under control before setting off next spring.
If it affects the trip east to Japan, it will not be cost-effective.
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"Brother Sun, when can we go out?"
Faced with Zheng Qing's problem, Sun Junming also felt unsure.
Tokichiro has not appeared again since he was called out last time by the female inspector who spoke softly but was not gentle.
Even if he were to be a guest at that Ximen government official's house and stay overnight, he should have appeared long ago.
The day after Tokichiro "disappeared", Sun Junming tried to chat with the police officer in black who was guarding the door, preparing to find out.
But the black-clothed policeman looked at Sun Junming's whole body with cold eyes and did not speak. It was not until Sun Junming was horrified by the look that he felt that the black-clothed policeman was looking for a place to stab him.
Only then did Yi Chazi throw out a harmless remark.
"The envoy from Japan is visiting Mr. Ximen's house."
Nonsense, isn’t this nonsense?
When Sun Junming asked again, the policeman in black stopped talking.
From that day on, Sun Junming and Zheng Qing lived a boring life. They were so bored that they started counting the leaves on the two small trees in the yard.
Although winter has come, there are still some leaves left on the trees.
Sun Junming was in charge of the one on the left, and the one on the right was given to Zheng Qing. The two were so bored that they gambled with the number of leaves on the tree.
At the beginning, there was a mutual victory, because no one knew how many leaves would be left on the tree when they woke up the next morning.
But one day when the two of them got up in the morning, they couldn't even continue this boring gamble.
There was a strong wind last night and all the leaves on the two trees fell off.
So when Zheng Qing asked that question, his mood was already a little off.
All Sun Junming could do was to comfort Zheng Qing, and at the same time comfort himself: "If something really goes wrong and that guy Tokichiro dares to leak the news, do you think our two heads will still be around our necks now?"
This was a true statement, and the mood in Zheng Qing's eyes finally became calmer.
But the two of them were sitting in the yard basking in the sun. Less than half an hour later, Zheng Qing suddenly spoke again: "What if something happens now, and the punishment for the two of us is to stay in this shabby yard for the rest of our lives?
Never get out?"
Sun Junming thought for a while and said: "Brother, have you ever heard of the imperial court's method of punishing people? I don't know about you. Brother, I feel that I have gained at least five kilograms of flesh since I was cooped up in this poor place."
Zheng Qing turned his face, his eyes were hollow, which made Sun Junming a little scared: "What if the court wants to feed us until we are fat and white, and how many times will we be chopped into pieces?"
"nonsense!"
Sun Junming immediately denied it, but felt that if he continued like this, Zheng Qing would sooner or later get crazy ahead of him and be surrounded by a lunatic. This was the last thing he wanted to see.
So Sun Junming had no choice but to start making up a story: "Brother, I heard someone said that Tokichiro will be back tomorrow."
"Who did you listen to?" After Zheng Qing was excited for a while, he suddenly looked at Sun Junming suspiciously: "You and I have been together, who gave you this news? Brother Sun, you can't sell your brother.
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Sun Junming was speechless for a moment. After thinking about it, he whispered a few words into Zheng Qing's ear. Zheng Qing suddenly shouted like crazy: "Fake! Everything is fake!"
Seeing the two cold eyes at the door, Sun Junming deliberately covered the man's mouth, but was bitten by Zheng Qing.
A police officer in black walked over quickly, stretched out his hand and pressed the back of Zheng Qing's neck, which was a little out of control, causing the latter to collapse immediately.
Sun Junming covered his bleeding right hand and said in a deep voice: "You can't keep people locked up like this anymore. Sooner or later, I will go crazy too."
"Really?" The black-clothed policeman sneered: "I think this guy has epilepsy. Help him into the house and the imperial doctor will come to see him."
Sun Junming was secretly happy. When the imperial doctor came, he could naturally ask about the news from outside. More importantly, he took the opportunity to spread the news to Wang Zuocheng. Sixty percent of the goods was not a small amount!
The policeman in black withdrew, said something to his companions, and then left quietly. Sun Junming used all his strength to suck the milk, and then he brought Zheng Qing into the room, threw him on the bed, sat down to catch his breath,
The little drum in my heart beats non-stop.
There were all pens, inks, paper and inkstones in the room. Sun Junming ignored that his breathing was not completely stable yet, struggled to stand up and wrote a few words with his still trembling right hand, briefly talked about the current situation, and dried it.
The ink mark was rolled into a ball, and he took out a piece of Jiaozi and wrapped it up.
All that's left is to wait for the imperial doctor to arrive.
Sun Junming looked back at Zheng Qing, who was still unconscious, and looked at his right hand, where blood was still oozing from the tiger's mouth.
Damn, this bite is really hard!
You are about to succeed, don’t bite off this opportunity in vain!
Although Zheng Qing was in a bad mood, he was still far from collapse. Sun Junming was a little quick-witted and came up with this idea to have Zheng Qing pretend to be crazy so as to create opportunities to send the news out.
All he had to do now was wait for the imperial doctor to arrive, but Sun Junming still felt frightened when he recalled the scene just now.
Zheng Qing knew how to use his tactics, and there were usually three or five strong men. But just now, when the police officer in black faced the "crazy" Zheng Qing, he just pressed the back of his neck and killed the guy.
He was knocked down directly and there is no sign of waking up until now.
At this moment, the door curtain was opened by someone, and the person came carrying a large medicine box and the standard attire of an imperial physician.