Mu family's little lucky girl

Chapter 232 Rampant, Unruly

I don't know how long the room was silent, it seemed as short as a moment, and as long as years.

The constant chirping of cicadas outside adds to the summer vibe.

"boom!"

The sound of the cup falling to the ground resounded heavily.

Zhong Shanghui looked at the man sitting on the chair hanging around, the man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, the boy's brows and eyes were full of arrogance and arrogance.

Zhong Shanghui's eyes turned cold.

Suddenly shouted, "You are so brave!"

"Where did you come from with a yellow mouth? How dare you lie and lie, and openly spread rumors in an attempt to ruin my reputation and disrupt the social stability of the Great Zhou Dynasty. What are your intentions?"

"Say!"

"Who ordered you?"

The man was still acting like a fool, and he was not frightened by Zhong Shanghui's aura at all.

"Master Zhong, do you have any collusion with Beidi people, don't you know in your heart?"

"Why do you have to be hypocritical and come here to ask me?"

Zhong Shanghui was almost spit out blood by his downplaying attitude.

Suddenly remembered that the man called him Mr. Zhong, Zhong Shanghui wanted to cover it up: "I am not Mr. Zhong, but just a commoner. Don't mistake me for the wrong person and charge me with unwarranted charges."

The man looked at him with the eyes of a fool, then at Zhao Changan, then at the spies.

sneer.

"These two called you Mr. Zhong just now, I am not deaf." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to dig his own ear, "And this one is the noble prince, I heard it all."

The man leaned lazily on the back of the chair, only the back two feet of the chair were on the ground. He rested his hands behind his head, crossed his feet, and put them on the table.

The old god glanced at Zhong Shanghui who was wearing a mask.

"I heard that Mr. Zhong died for his country ten years ago. I never thought that it was all fake." The man was sitting dishonestly, the chair was shaking back and forth so much that he might fall down at any time, "Zhong Although my lord is a literati, he is also a strong man, in order to show his loyalty, he actually destroyed his appearance."

"Not only that, but in order to accomplish your great cause, you even went as far as to collude with your former enemies and poison the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I don't know what kind of ecstasy soup the former emperor gave Lord Zhong to make you die for them. "

At this time, Zhong Shanghui was somewhat confused.

The man who appeared suddenly revealed so many unknown secrets all at once. Thinking that these secrets might spread to the public, it would be extremely detrimental to his future plans for restoring the country.

Zhong Shanghui trembled with anger.

Ten years of hard work must not be in vain because of him.

Hearing what the man said, the spies were greatly shocked.

What else does this person know?
"Shh!"

The spy drew out a long knife, and the tip of the knife reached the man's neck.

The movement of the man shaking the chair stopped, and the laughter on his face froze immediately.

The spy's eyes were extremely cold.

"If you talk nonsense again, don't blame me for not having eyes."

The man grinned at the ferocity of the spies.

A line of blood flowed from under the tip of the knife.

The man didn't even bat an eyelid.

"Want to kill me?"

The spy narrowed his eyes.

The blade penetrated a little further into the skin.

That action speaks for itself.

It is threatening and warning men.

Zhong Shanghui said coldly: "Say! Who are you? Who ordered you to do this?"

"Say it, and I can spare you from dying."

Men don't care about oil and salt, and they seem to take life and death very lightly.

"People are mortal, and it's a fate that has been fixed long ago. Since I dared to say so much to Mr. Zhong and the former King Yi today, I never thought that I could get out alive."

"I won't waste my time on the people of the world for my own sake."

"You ask me a hundred times, and I still say the same thing - no one instructed me, I did it all by myself."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"If I were you, I would have thought about going back to Beijing and explaining to Beidi envoys about Mr. Zhong's defection to Dazhou, so that I wouldn't spend so much energy on an unknown person."

"After all, Mr. Zhong is not yet full-fledged and needs to use Beidi's power to deal with Da Zhou. If this important partner suddenly has doubts about you, it will be bad."

Zhao Chang'an had never seen this person before, and he was amazed that this man who seemed to have no spine at all, actually entered their wolf den and still remained motionless.

This really surprised him.

But Zhao Changan was not interested in how much the man knew about them, nor would he show anger, surprise, nervousness and fear like Zhong Shanghui and others did.

He's like a bystander.

However, he couldn't let himself act like a bystander.

We can't let Zhong Shanghui and the others have the slightest doubt about themselves.

His mother is still in Zhong Shanghui's hands...

Zhao Changan squinted his eyes and looked at the man with the old god for a while, then turned his head to Zhong Shanghui and said, "Master Zhong, I think this man's mouth is very tight and his bones are also hard. We probably won't be able to pry his mouth open."

Zhong Shanghui's brows were tightened even more, and there was always a mouthful of anger in his chest.

This person knows too much, keeping him is tantamount to a time bomb, and his plan may go to waste at any time.

He will never allow this to happen.

Since he refuses to say anything...

Zhong Shanghui condescendingly looked down at the man lying leisurely on the chair, his slightly drooping eyelids concealed the ferocity in his eyes.

Zhong Shanghui exchanged a dangerous look with the spy.

Then, it seemed like a different person before and after.

He said gently: "Take him down, serve him a meal with good wine and meat, and then let him go back."

The man was taken aback, raised his eyebrows and said, "I've told so many secrets, are you really willing to let me go? Won't you kill me to silence me?"

Zhong Shanghui said in a gentle tone: "I don't know who ordered you to slander me like this, but the old man has done his best and is not afraid of these rumors."

"Also, one thing needs to be pointed out. I don't know Mr. Zhong you mentioned. I'm just an ordinary businessman. It just happens that I also have the surname Zhong."

"Alright, let's take him down." Zhong Shanghui waved his hand.

The spies immediately took orders and led the way.

The man walked behind, turning his head three times a step at a time.

The cloudy eyes behind the mask always looked at him with a gentle smile, which made people think that the face behind the mask also had a kind smile.

The moment the door opened, Cheng Yun looked at Zhao Chang'an.

With just one look, Cheng Yun instantly understood.

The spy took the man downstairs, asked for a private room, ordered a table of good food, and a lot of good wine.

Cheng Yun followed silently.

In the room, Zhao Changan poured a cup of tea for Zhong Shanghui, sat down with him face to face, and asked, "Lord Zhong, in my opinion, we'd better return to Beijing as soon as possible, and we can't waste any more time here."

"Before the news reaches Haman, let's return to the capital as soon as possible and explain the situation to the Beidi envoy."

(End of this chapter)