The Peerless Master of Jinyiwei

Chapter 161 The Admiral of the East Factory
The scribe's posture is undoubtedly very low, and every move he speaks is also with a feeling of trepidation, for fear that he may not say the right sentence and anger Ning Chen.

He could see that although Ning Chen didn't talk about "kill, kill, kill" like Xia Yao, but from the cold look in his eyes from time to time, the scribe was very sure that if Ning Chen wanted to To kill him, he would not have informed himself in advance like Xia Yao did.

In other words, he will leave this world without even knowing how to die.

But if he wants to survive, he must first prove his worth and let Ning Chen know that he is useful to him.

"Admiral of Dongchang?" Ning Chen was Jiang Li's adopted son, so he naturally knew about the admiral of Dongchang.

The leader of the East Factory, logically speaking, should be the Admiral of the East Factory, commonly known as the factory owner or factory supervisor.

But with Wei Jiangxuan, a thousand-year-old lord here, and the factory superintendent of the East Factory being Wei Jiangxuan's direct disciple, and Wei Jiangxuan also having the position of a eunuch serving ceremonies, the East Factory is still under Wei Jiangxuan's control.

"Wei Zifu?" Ning Chen frowned slightly. This was not good news. A few days ago, I heard that he left Daming to go on business. He didn't even come back for the emperor's birthday, but he didn't expect to be back now.

Wei Zifu, Wei Jiangxuan's direct disciple, is also the only disciple.

Wei Jiangxuan's love for this person is no less than that of his nephew Wen Zhan.

As for Wen Zhan's constant confrontation with the admiral of the East Factory, Wei Jiangxuan was very troubled.

"Hmm~" The scribe nodded lightly, then looked at Ning Chen cautiously, constantly observing Ning Chen's reaction.

"Are you trying to sow discord among your colleagues in the court?" Ning Chen rolled his eyes slightly, and said with a chuckle, "His heart can be punished."

"Ah~" The scribe was stunned on the spot, the expression on his face was very wonderful, he had already calculated countless reactions of Ning Chen, but this one was missing.

He couldn't help cursing inwardly: "What are you pretending, who in this world doesn't know the confrontation between Jinyiwei and Dongchang, how can you say such a thing without changing your face?"

The scribe who paused for a moment blinked his eyes subconsciously. Ning Chen's words made the countless coping methods that he thought of just now completely useless.

"Am I really not good at quick wits?" The scribe couldn't help but smiled wryly.

Ning Chen was also quite surprised that the scribe who had been chatting non-stop just now showed such a look all of a sudden.

"Look." Xia Yao curled her lips, put the long sword on the scribe's neck, and said to Ning Chen, "For such a useless person, it's better to kill him with one sword."

"Useful!" The scribe hurriedly raised his hand, for fear that Xia Yao's hand would slip and end him.

But Xia Yao's words reminded him that he himself had just thought that if he wanted to survive, he had to prove that he was useful, but Ning Chen's words disrupted the rhythm.

Wanting to understand this truth, at the same time, he saw Ning Chen's playful eyes, smiled sarcastically, and slowly put his hands down, putting aside the useless things about the former admiral of the East Factory, and looked at Ning Chen. Chen said: "I am willing to persuade the old village master to return to Jinyiwei."

"Old village master?" The bee eagle on the side was slightly taken aback, pointed at Wang Huaidang who was still on the ground with a knife, and then said, "What about him?"

"Hehehe." Wang Huaidang sneered twice, glanced at the scribe, looked at the bee eagle and said, "He is not my subordinate, he was sent by Cangxiong to monitor me."

"Crack!" The bee hawk's mouth was on the spot, and a little blood flowed from the corner of Wang Huaidang's mouth.

"Pfft!" Wang Huaidang's face instantly became red and swollen very high, and there were two teeth that were slapped off by the hummingbird's slap in the mouthful of blood he spit out.

"Hmmmm!" Wang Huaidang sneered with blood in his mouth, his voice was unusually dull.

"Say one more word, I will cut off your tongue." Bee Hawk's face was terribly gloomy. He is a loyal member of Jin Yiwei, so someone who is disrespectful to the young master can't be forgiven lightly. Breaking his two teeth is already a crime. I am merciful.

"I'm very strange." Ning Chen finally discovered some uses of this scribe, looked at the scribe and asked, "Why do you have heard of my name, but he doesn't know anything about it?"

"The leader of the king has just left the retreat for three months, and the young master's limelight has temporarily passed, so it is reasonable for the leader of the king not to know." The scribe said quickly.

In fact, after the words of Jian Mu and Liao Zhongying before, Ning Chen already knew that Wang Huaidang had the heart to stand on his own, and now maybe he wanted to use the hand of Dongchang to take the rule of Poyang Lake from the hands of the old village owner Cangxiong. The right is in hand.

But now, he has been captured by Ning Chen without even completing the first step of the plan, which can be described as unlucky.

"Master Cang live a long life this year?" Ning Chen looked at the scholar and asked.

"Three out of eighty." The scribe replied subconsciously.

"Dying old man." Ning Chen shook his head lightly, then looked at Wang Huaidang, and said, "How about giving you a chance to survive?"

"You won't kill me?" Wang Huaidang actually didn't know Ning Chen's identity until now, except for Ning Chen's name.

At most, he would know the identity of one more imperial envoy, an imperial envoy related to Jin Yiwei.

"If you kill you, you will be useless." Ning Chen chuckled, looked at Wang Huaidang and said, "You are useful only if you are alive."

"Of course, there's also you." Ning Chen fixed his gaze on the scribe on the side, paused and asked, "By the way, I don't know your name yet."

"Mubai is a failed scholar." The scribe said to Ning Chen.

"Oh!"

Ning Chen snapped his fingers lightly, and uttered a few strange syllables. The bamboo leaf green wrapped around Xia Yao's arm fell on Wang Huaidang's arm on the ground like a green lightning bolt.

"Hiss, hiss!"

Before Wang Huaidang could react, he felt a pain in his wrist, and a cold breath entered his body.

"Huh~" Xia Yao walked to Ning Chen's side with a trace of curiosity, "Didn't you stop killing him? Why did you let Xiaoqing bite him?"

Wang Huaidang heard Xia Yao's implication, that is, if bitten by this little snake, you will die.

But now it looked like, except for a cold breath hidden in his meridians, there seemed to be nothing serious.

"wrong!"

The next moment Wang Huaidang's eyes were wide open, and the body that had just sat up suddenly fell on the deck. He didn't know when his acupoints had been unlocked, and he tightly covered his heart with his hands.

With his strength, it is not difficult to detect that cold breath along his meridian, sneaking all the way to his heart. Just now, he tried to control this breath, but he did not expect that it seemed harmless. It almost suffocated him, almost killed him.

(End of this chapter)