Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

"Second brother, of course you are going." Facing Wu Song's initiative, Ximen Qing nodded slightly and said, "Not only you, but also Coach Lin and Master Lu. The matter in the north is the most important thing, and it is not enough for you to be the main one. .”

Ma Rulong wants to sit in Bianliang, so he can't move lightly; and Ximen Qing will go to Dongying in the spring of next year, so the best choice is Wu Song.

Of course, Ximenqing will not let Wu Song face all the pressure, so Lin Chong, Lu Zhishen and others should be arranged to go with him.

"I heard people say that Master Lu has already returned to vulgarity. Why is Master Ximen still calling him that?" Ma Rulong couldn't help interjecting, "Will Master Lu return to his original name?"

"I'm used to this name, but it's hard to change it, just like Teacher Lin." Ximen Qing explained: "Although Master Lu has returned to vulgarity, he still uses the name Zhishen. This is also a habit."

Ma Rulong nodded in agreement: "Once a lot of things become a habit, it is difficult to change."

"Sometimes, cultivating some habits for the enemy is also a way of attack." Ximen Qing's thinking jumped quickly: "Many times, you will receive miraculous effects that cannot be achieved by frontal attack, and it is no problem to get twice the result with half the effort."

Ma Rulong sighed: "This is really hard for the enemy to notice...just like Master Ximen's plan."

"If someone finds out, it's not the best policy." Ximen Qing smiled and said, "However, in many cases, the methods everyone uses can be regarded as conspiracy. Even if they are found out, the enemy has no choice. In the end, they had to follow in our footsteps.”

The level of the manipulators of the chess game is naturally higher than that of the people in the chess game. The so-called authorities are confused and bystanders are clear. This is the truth; Or draw from the bottom of the pot and end up losing everything.

Cai You was like this before. When he thought he had defeated Jingyang Chun, Ximen Qing remotely controlled him and pulled him out of the pot. This time, it was a hundred thousand guan, and it was also a pain like a cramp for Cai You.

"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 didn't see right before."

Ximen Qing smiled slightly: "Master Ma has helped the two brothers a lot before, so why belittle yourself?"

Ma Rulong shook his head and said: "To be honest, at the beginning of the stagnant pool of the Imperial City Division, a certain family just wanted to see if Master Ximen could stir up waves in this stagnant water. Unexpectedly, when Master Ximen came, within a few months, the Imperial City Division would The change of appearance has to make people feel emotional.”

"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 Secretary is also on the cusp of the storm, so we must pay more attention to what we do."

"That's natural." Ma Rulong said: "The role of 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 re-extend their power into the Imperial City Division."

"Whoever stretches out will have his hand chopped off!" Ximen Qing's tone was very calm, but the artistic conception in it was bloody and domineering: "I don't mean this kind of aspect when I say careful, the situation of Huangcheng Secretary today is quite It's not easy, but we can't let the outside forces get in their hands...Chop it up, it's mine."

Wu Song and Ma Rulong understood what Ximen Qing meant. King Jia promoted the Imperial City Secretary, the Imperial City Secretary was not attached to the Taicha, Tan Zhen was imprisoned, Bai Ying was punished, and internal reorganization was carried out. Today's situation is indeed exactly what Ximen Qing said. It didn't come easily; in other words, the Imperial City Division once again made some people and certain forces feel threatened. At this time, it is also a due choice to use some heavy measures.

The pool of stagnant water in the Imperial City Division has now become living water. Pure living water must never be poured into it with a bucket of ink!

"Don't worry, with me, Ma Rulong, I will never let this happen."

Ma Rulong responded decisively.

Ximen Qing nodded, and when the matter was settled, he got up to leave and prepared to go to his own villa.

Tokichiro Kinoshita, Daoquan An, and Juzi moved to the Biezhuang the day before yesterday. Ximen Qing always felt that there were still some unclear things about Juzi, and he needed to ask them carefully. By the way, let's see how Fujikichiro is studying.

Ximen Qing didn't want to wait until the beginning of spring to hold Chrysanthemum to have a normal conversation with Fujikichiro.

As for Sun Junming and Zheng Qing, Ximenqing has not forgotten them, but it is better to control these two goods before departure in the spring of next year.

If it affects the itinerary of Dongdu Dongying, it will not be worthwhile.

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"Brother Sun, when do you think we can go out!"

Faced with Zheng Qing's question, Sun Junming also had no idea.

Fujikichiro hadn't appeared since the last time he was called out by the soft-spoken but not-gentle woman Chako.

Even if he was going to be a guest at some Ximen government office and stay overnight, he should have appeared a long time ago.

On the second day of Fujikichiro's "disappearance", Sun Junming tried to chat with Chazi in black, who was guarding the door, to find out his tone.

But the black-clothed chazi looked at Sun Junming's whole body with cold eyes, and didn't speak; until Sun Junming was horrified by the look, and felt that the black-clothed chazi was looking for a place to stab himself, the black-clothed chazi Only then did Yi Chazi throw out a harmless sentence.

"The Japanese envoys are visiting at Lord Ximen's residence."

Nonsense, isn't this nonsense?

When Sun Junming asked again, the black-clothed chazi stopped talking.

From that day on, Sun Junming and Zheng Qing lived a boring life, so bored that they started counting the number of 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, while the one on the right was handed over to Zheng Qing. The two were so bored that they gambled on the number of leaves on the tree.

At the beginning, there were winners and losers, because no one knew how many leaves would be left on the tree when they woke up the next morning.

But one day the two woke up in the morning and saw that they couldn't even go on with 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.

And what Sun Junming can do is to comfort Zheng Qing, and at the same time comfort himself: "If there is a problem, that boy Fujikichiro dares to leak the news, do you think our two heads are still on the neck?"

This is a big truth, and the emotion in Zheng Qing's eyes finally calmed down a bit.

But the two of them were sitting in the yard basking in the sun, and within a quarter of an hour, Zheng Qing suddenly said, "If something happens now, the punishment for the two of us is to stay in this broken 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 way of punishing people? I don't know about you. Since I was bedded in this crappy place, I feel that I have grown at least five catties."

Zheng Qing turned his face, the empty eyes made Sun Junming a little scared: "What if the imperial court wants to feed us fat and fat, how many times will we be cut?"

"nonsense!"

Sun Junming immediately denied it, but felt that if this went on like this, Zheng Qing would be crazy ahead of him sooner or later, and be surrounded by a lunatic, which was the last thing he wanted to see.

So Sun Junming had no choice but to start making up stories: "Brother, I heard that Tokichiro will be back tomorrow."

"Who did you hear that from?" Zheng Qing suddenly looked at Sun Junming suspiciously after a burst of excitement: "You and I have been together, who gave you this news? Brother Sun, you can't sell your brother. !"

Sun Junming was speechless for a while, and after thinking about it, he whispered a few words in Zheng Qing's ear; Zheng Qing suddenly shouted frantically: "Fake! Everything is fake!"

Seeing the two cold eyes sweeping over from the door, Sun Junming covered the guy's mouth with intention, but was bitten by Zheng Qing.

A black-clothed scout walked quickly, stretched out his hand and pressed the back of Zheng Qing's neck, which was a little out of control, and immediately made the latter paralyzed.

Sun Junming held his bleeding right hand, and said in a deep voice, "You can't keep people locked up like this. Sooner or later, I'll go crazy too."

"Really?" Heiyi Chazi sneered: "I think this man has epilepsy. If you help this guy into the house, the imperial doctor will come to see him."

Sun Junming was secretly delighted. With the imperial doctor coming, he could naturally ask about the outside news. More importantly, he took the opportunity to spread the news to Wang Zuocheng. Sixty percent of the goods is not a small amount!

The black-clothed chazi backed out, said something to his companions, and then left quietly; Sun Junming exerted all his breastfeeding strength, and then brought Zheng Qing into the room, threw him on the bed and sat down to breathe for a while, The snare drum in my heart kept beating.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all in place in the room. Sun Junming didn't care that his breath was not completely stable, so he struggled to stand up and wrote a few words with his trembling right hand, briefly explaining the situation at hand, and dried it up. The ink marks were rolled into a ball, and he took out a sheet of jiaozi from his bosom to wrap it up.

All that remains is to wait for the imperial physician to arrive.

Sun Junming looked back at Zheng Qing, who was still in a coma, and looked at his right hand, blood was still oozing from the tiger's mouth.

Damn, this bite is really hard!

Seeing that you are about to succeed, don't bite for nothing now!

Although Zheng Qing was in a bad mood, he was still far from collapse. Sun Junming was quick-witted and came up with this idea to make Zheng Qing pretend to be crazy so as to create an opportunity to send the news out.

All he had to do now was wait for the imperial physician to come, but Sun Junming still had lingering fears when he recalled the scene just now.

Zheng Qing still knows a little bit about maneuvers, usually there are three or five strong men, but the black-clothed scout just now faced the "crazy" Zheng Qing, and unexpectedly just pressed the back of his neck, and put the guy He fell down directly, and there is no sign of waking up until now.

At this moment, the door curtain was lifted, and the person came with a big medicine box on his back, wearing a standard imperial doctor's outfit.

"The one on the bed is the patient?"