black belly prince cruel concubine

Chapter 54
have to!A sentence that pokes at the sore spot of Zhongcai.

Thirty thousand horses are gone!

Wen Cai rolled his eyes up, fell to the ground with a bang, and then fell unconscious.

"Oh! Come on, come on, come on, the third young master has fainted, please doctor, quickly please doctor—"

He bought 260 war horses with 5000 million taels of silver, and there were more than [-] famous horses among them. Cheng Yimo took advantage of this time.

No wonder Wen Cai was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted.

"Master, this time our commotion is so big that the subordinates are afraid that the court will find out." Qinglong's worry is not unreasonable, the goal of [-] horses is indeed too big, as long as anyone has a heart, they will find out, "Also, according to Wei Yue Yan came to report that Wang Chuan has recently recruited three parties out of thin air."

These three people are the Empress Yan Guixi, the Zhenguo General He Zong, and the Zuoxiang Ren Zhehe, and all three of them want to take advantage of Guo Tingyi's secret investigation of [-] soldiers to get involved in Wangchuan.It has to be said that Wang Chuan is indeed a piece of fat that attracts envy. The Thunder King of the previous generation was talented in governing the world. Very rich.Wangchuan already has a vast territory and rich sources of resources. Coupled with excellent management, it has a prosperous business and a wealthy party.

Emperor Ganmin had been coveting Wang Chuan for a long time, and after ascending the throne, he took Wang Chuan into his pocket under the name of marrying his younger sister, Princess Jingyang.Emperor Ganmin knew very well about Cheng Xi's ability, so he wasn't worried that he would have a different heart. In addition, the old subordinates left over from the previous Thunder King were more than enough to govern Wangchuan, so he put all his thoughts on the word 'shou'.In the past, Emperor Ganmin surrounded Wangchuan so tightly that no force could get in. Now, all three parties wanted to take advantage of the chaos and sneak in.For a moment, the river of forgetfulness unexpectedly surged.

Apparently Cheng Yimo also knew this, took the handkerchief from Suzaku, wiped his hands, and said in a slow voice, "Those people want to take advantage of Fang Ri's convenience to fish in troubled waters, we can use them as a block, and keep dark!"

Qinglong's eyes lit up, it was indeed a good idea.Now that Wangchuan is turbulent and its forces are chaotic, by taking advantage of them, they can attract the attention of interested people, and make others disappear without a trace afterwards.

Suzaku took the handkerchief from Cheng Yimo's hand with both hands, and said with a smile, "I'm afraid the master has already planned it."

Yi Mo glanced at her, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, turned around and walked to the desk, picked up a pen and dipped it in the fragrant black ink, one by one, the characters like swimming dragons spread on the high-quality rice paper.

The current situation is indeed under her control.

Although it was a temporary idea to keep one hundred thousand private soldiers in captivity, it was not a blind act.Once the news of the annihilation of the [-] soldiers comes out, the imperial court will definitely send imperial envoys to investigate. Here, she has already made Baihu ready. Even if it is not Fang Ritu who comes, the matter will not be exposed.One hundred thousand soldiers are kept in captivity, regardless of weapons or horses, this will be a very large sum.Such a huge flow of resources will naturally attract the attention of interested people.And the only way to solve this problem is to muddy the water in Wangchuan!

The power of the DPRK and China couldn't be more obvious, He Zong and Ren Zhehe check each other.He Zong monopolized power in the army, and Ren Zhehe wanted to expand his power in the court.Ren Zhehe has been coveting Wang Chuan for a long time, and he will never give up this rare opportunity.And the girl of the Yan family is not a simple master, she knows that once Ren Zonghe wins Wangchuan, she will definitely be a head higher than He Zong, and once He Zong and Ren Zonghe break the balance, the next point of attack will be against the crown prince. bit.In order to keep her son's crown prince, the daughter of the Yan family will definitely send someone to Wangchuan to destroy Ren Zhehe's plan, so He Zong will not stand idly by.

When the water in Wangchuan was muddy, she could prepare for her [-] troops.This is also the reason why Cheng Yimo bought a horse at this time without fear.

Those who do great things, take one step and see ten steps!

Those who are short-sighted are doomed to achieve nothing.

In the elegant meditation room, the faint sandalwood is floating leisurely, and the golden sunlight is shining down, casting shadows.Through the fan-shaped mahogany window, the dark blue figure is clearly visible.Wearing a dark blue robe, the simple clothing is noble, and the blood-colored lotus is embroidered on the chest of the robe, which is even more mysterious and majestic.Three thousand blue silks were tied high behind her head with a ribbon, her jet-black and smooth hair hung straight down, and the tips of her hair faintly shone with a cold light.On the exquisite face, the eyes are like lacquer, deep and intimidating, the eyebrows are like willow leaves, and they are extremely beautiful; there is a drop of blood and tears on the forehead, which is set off against the pretty face without makeup, with a trace of the charm and grace that a woman should have , but this femininity and coquettishness was suppressed by the tough and majestic aura.

With Su Shou writing, a vigorous and powerful "kill" gradually formed under the pen, and the aura around him suddenly became fierce.

At some point, the corners of the mouth that were originally smiling were tightened into a sharp straight line. With a pause, the last stroke of the word 'kill' was scattered, and the whole word was destroyed in one go.Suzaku curled her lips, feeling a little pity that such a good character was ruined like this.Suzaku was puzzled, the master was fine just now, with a smile on his face, obviously in a good mood, why did things change after a while.Just when I was about to ask, my master spoke first, "It seems that you have benefited a lot from this retreat."

retreat?Close what? !
Suzaku looked bewildered, but the next moment he heard a vicissitudes and simplicity sound from outside the house.

"Amitabha! Qingming, you have violated the precept again."

Suzaku suddenly looked back, looking through the fan-shaped mahogany window, and saw an ethereal figure standing at the entrance of the bamboo forest.

That's right, it's Piao Miao!

Five years ago, Suzaku's cultivation was slightly successful.At that time, when she saw Master Xuankong, she only felt that it was unfathomable, and his gestures seemed to be able to affect the natural vegetation, control life and death, and annihilate everything.Now, her cultivation base has achieved a little bit, but looking at him again, she only feels mysterious and unpredictable.He is still the same him, with the same face, the same bald head, the same old and clean cassock, the same precious and ordinary Buddhist beads, but there is still one thing that is different after all, and that is his cultivation.

His cultivation has become more profound, so profound that she can't see through it with her ability.He just stood there indifferently, behind him was a deep sea of ​​bamboo, even if she saw it, she couldn't feel any breath from him, as if he had merged with the sea of ​​bamboo, so ethereal that there was no breath left.

Not to mention that she couldn't feel it, even Cheng Yimo wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't put some thought into it.

Five years ago, Master Xuankong went down the mountain for alms, accidentally found an opportunity to break through the barrier of martial arts, and began to retreat after returning. This retreat lasted for five years.

As soon as Master Xuankong came out of the customs today, he smelled the bloody hostility that had not dissipated from Cheng Yimo's body, "Amitabha. In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

Yi Mo frantically threw the pen on the table, and the splashed ink stained the whole piece of white rice paper, and also stained the vigorous and sharp-edged character 'kill'.

"Are you annoying or not?" Every time we meet, we must say the eight-character mantra of 'put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately'.

(End of this chapter)