"Ding dong dong dong …" The song was still being played intermittently. He was playing very seriously, although … the playing was a bit ugly, and the singing voice was also very hoarse, "The sea laughs, the surging tide on both sides, floating and sinking with the waves, remembering today …"
Feng Lei sat cross-legged next to him with the saber on his knees. He looked at the ten fingers that were playing, and his eyebrows and eyelids twitched.
Yang Ling pushed the door and walked in. He said with a smile, "Okay, you don't have to play anymore."
The soldier who was playing the zither immediately stopped. He raised his head and opened his hands. His ten fingers were bloody. He said pitifully, "Duke, I don't know how to play the zither. My fingers are broken."
This soldier was an instrument player in the army. He was responsible for beating the war drums and passing military orders during the battle. His name was Huang Xiaobo. When Yang Ling saw the bloody fingers, he couldn't help but be shocked. When he looked closely, he realized that only two fingers were scratched by the strings. Because the soldier didn't dare to stop without his order, the bleeding couldn't stop, so the other fingers were stained with blood.
Yang Ling quickly took out a square handkerchief and said, "How did this happen? Quickly, quickly, quickly bandage it. This zither is not easy to find. The strings are a bit rough. Uh … you didn't wear a finger sleeve? "
Feng Lei rolled his eyes. A cold light flashed in his palm. With a swoosh, the light handkerchief in Yang Ling's palm was cut in half by his saber. Yang Ling was shocked again. He couldn't help but praise, "What a fast saber!"
Feng Lei snorted disdainfully and arrogantly returned the saber to the sheath. Huang Xiaobo took the two handkerchiefs and wrapped the two cut fingers with them. Then he said, "I don't have a finger sleeve. Didn't you tell me to make the sound louder, at least to the front yard? I'm not good at playing the zither, and the strings are rough. When I strum hard, I hurt my hand. But this song sounds very mighty. High Duke, what's the name of this song you're humming? "
"Ah! This song is called … 'The Oceans' Roar '. "
"It's a good song. Not only is the song good, the lyrics are good, even the name is good. When we get back, we must compose this song and pass it on to our descendants. This is Duke Wei's godly work," Colonel Huang said, beaming with joy.
Yang Ling let out a hollow laugh and said, "You may withdraw first. Go to Eunuch Miao and get ten taels of silver. This duke is currently handling an important military matter. In order to prevent information from being leaked, there is no need for you to return to the camp. You can stay in the inner courtyard for the time being and recuperate from your injuries. You are not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today, even in my backyard. Otherwise, you will be punished according to military law. "
Field Officer Huang did not know why Yang Ling had asked him to play a song, but seeing how serious Yang Ling was, he could not help but feel nervous and hurriedly said, "High Duke, don't worry. Even if I let today's matter rot in my stomach, I will not let anyone know."
Yang Ling nodded with satisfaction and said, "You may withdraw."
The door closed with a 'click'. Feng Lei raised his eyebrows and said, "You already know that person is the Maitreya Cult Leader, why didn't you arrest him with the army?"
Yang Ling smiled and said, "The officialdom has its own rules, which are different from the underworld. Moreover, although it is good to take revenge, you have to remember that if you don't kill the snake, there will be endless trouble in the future. The White Lotus Cult has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there are a few big leaders who have been beheaded in every generation. But has this cult ever been able to recover from this setback?
A huge cult with hundreds of years of inheritance has its own set of perfect internal systems. If you kill a leader, they will cease their activities for a while and choose a new leader. If you want to kill them, you have to find out their background and kill them until their vitality is greatly damaged. I have told Ying 'er about this in detail. "
Yang Ling didn't want him to know about the relationship between Li Fuda and Prince Jin, Marquis Wuding Guo Xun, as well as the possibility of placing many trusted aides in the army, so he only said that he wanted to lure the snake out of its hole and catch them all in one fell swoop. However, he was careless and called out Cui Ying 'er's maiden name. Feng Lei couldn't help but be stunned when he heard it. He said, "Ying' er?"
In fact, although a girl's maiden name had always been kept secret, Red Lady had the heroic spirit of the underworld. How could she be so coy? Many people knew her maiden name, especially the old guys in the Cui family's old village. They called her Ying 'er all day long. Even if others didn't want to know, they knew. It's just that no one dared to call her so intimately except for a few uncles of Red Lady.
When Feng Lei heard Yang Ling call Miss Cui like this, a strange feeling immediately rose in his heart and he faintly panicked. Yang Ling knew that he had made a slip of the tongue and thought that Feng Lei didn't know Cui Ying 'er's maiden name. He hesitated for a moment and said frankly, "Oh, I'm talking about Miss Cui."
Feng Lei stammered, "You … you call Miss Cui Ying 'er?"
Yang Ling admired the ability of this brave general. He was able to fight with Wu Hanchao with all his strength and not lose even after using his finishing moves. He should be considered a first-class expert. With such an expert assisting Ying 'er, she would be safer. Therefore, he was very polite to Feng Lei.
Since he had already made a slip of the tongue, instead of hiding it and arousing suspicion, he might as well admit it openly. Moreover, if he knew about his relationship with Ying 'er, he would definitely believe in his sincerity in recruiting and protecting them. He would then work for the imperial court at ease. Therefore, Yang Ling replied frankly, "En. It's a long story. Ying 'er and I met through many twists and turns. There are some inside stories that I can't let you know, but … I can tell you that Ying' er is my woman now! "
When Feng Lei heard this, it was as if he was struck by lightning. His entire body went numb and he stood there unable to say a word. Yang Ling didn't find it strange that he was shocked. He and Ying 'er, one was an official while the other was a bandit. After being entangled for so long, they still had a hostile relationship. Just a few days ago, he was still leading his troops to exterminate them. If anyone were to hear about their relationship now, they would be shocked.
He smiled and said to Feng Lei, "I'll go take a look at Eunuch Miao first. In a while, I'll accompany you out of the camp and send you back to the mountain." Yang Ling turned and left the room, turning into another room. Feng Lei was dazed and his heart was in turmoil. He stood there in a daze for a long time and couldn't calm down.
In that room, Eunuch Miao was explaining to a soldier in front of him with his hands behind his back, "I have served two generations of Emperors. I know His Majesty's every move, every word and smile like the back of my hand. You can rest assured and follow my instructions. I'll definitely put on a good act. Of course, I can't let you wear this dragon robe. You don't look like an Emperor when you wear it. His Majesty's style is not in that set of clothes. You have to … "
Just as he said this, Yang Ling pushed open the door and walked in. The soldier turned his head and saw him. He hurriedly cupped his fists and saluted, "This subordinate greets Duke."
"Look, look, useless thing. Remember, from now on, you have to treat yourself as His Majesty. If there's any movement at the door, you have to turn around? You have to wait for him to turn around and kowtow to you. This is called style. You have to be patient. Also, sitting, standing, walking, a gaze, a smiling face, they all require a lot of knowledge … "
Instructor Miao was very dissatisfied and scolded the soldier until he drooped his head and didn't dare to make a sound. This person was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had delicate features and a handsome face. He had a sixty to seventy percent resemblance to Emperor Zhengde. Li Fuda had only seen the Emperor once from afar. In addition to that, the previous series of actions had given him a psychological hint. As long as he trained well, this person would be able to hide from him.
Yang Ling laughed and said, "Eunuch Miao, don't be too strict. If you scare him like this, he will lose his confidence even more. However, you should properly experience Eunuch Miao's words. Remember, you have to constantly tell yourself, I … am the Emperor. The one and only in the world, the Son of Heaven. The Son of Heaven's walk, the way he looks at people, the way he talks is vastly different from ordinary people. You are always cowering, how can you imitate him? "
Yang Ling continued, "You have to impersonate the Son of Heaven. The Son of Heaven will disguise himself as an ordinary officer and blend into the army. Eunuch Miao and I, as well as the Imperial Bodyguards around us, will respect you, but at the same time, we will deliberately pretend to be indifferent to avoid arousing other people's suspicions. As for you, you are a military officer, you don't have to worry about your disguise, you just have to be careful with your actions.
Remember, even if there are thousands of soldiers and horses surrounding you, you must pretend that there is no one in your heart. Even if Eunuch Miao and I are standing in front of you, you must have a calm attitude, you must not have the least bit of reverence. You must have this thought in your mind: You are the tallest, you are the biggest. Only other people will lower their heads to you, there is no possibility for your waist to bend down for other people, do you understand? "
The soldier's face turned red as he repeatedly complied. Yang Ling continued, "Eunuch Miao, hurry up with your training, I will go see Feng Lei off. Tell him not to be too nervous, I won't let them meet face to face. At most, I will let that person take a glance from afar. Ha, ha, the main character of the play is still you, Eunuch Miao. "
Miao Kui chuckled, while agreeing, he walked over, bent his waist, and piled up a flattering smile on his face, holding the arm of the flattered military officer, took small steps and said, "Your Majesty, please slow down, this servant has already poured tea for Your Majesty."
Yang Ling smiled, turned around and went out of the door, then heard an angry roar from inside, "Are you a donkey reincarnated? Ah! How can you drink it all in one gulp, and still smack your lips, look at your smelly virtue, stand up for me, do it again! "
"Your Majesty, please slow down, this servant has already … …"
Yang Ling tilted his ear to listen, smiled bitterly twice, and swaggered away … …
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Qiu Yipin sat down in his room panting, looked around, and seemed to be satisfied with the environment. The chef of Commander Luo's residence respectfully poured a cup of tea for him, Qiu Yipin drank it all in one gulp, waved his chubby bear paw, and said, "Let's go to the kitchen first."
The chef smiled apologetically, "Ah, Master Qiu, don't you want to take a rest first?"
Qiu Yipin glared, "Going to the kitchen means taking a rest, how can I not familiarize myself with my own territory first? Don't talk nonsense, lead the way. "
Qiu Yipin followed the chef to the inner kitchen, saw that the place was clean and tidy, all kinds of household chores were fully prepared. He clasped his hands behind his back, nodded with satisfaction, suddenly looked around, and asked, "Hey, where is my knife case? Such an important thing, where did you put it? "
Several apprentices and the young waiter looked at each other, someone asked, "I said you didn't take it?"
"Am I not carrying the material box? I thought you were carrying it. "
Qiu Yipin was annoyed, and shouted, "Don't be so poor, Old Cheng, quickly go to the carriage and look, then bring my knife case back."
A stout, simple and honest looking old man in his fifties hurriedly responded, and hurriedly went out. This old man was picked up on the road, was an old man fleeing from the wilderness, and Qiu Yipin was compassionate, so he invited him to the carriage for a ride.
The two chatted for a while in the carriage, and when he heard that Qiu Yipin came to Jingjing Inn to cook for Duke Wei from the capital, this old man immediately flattered Qiu Yipin, making him smile from ear to ear. The old man took the opportunity to ask to be a servant to chop firewood, and Master Qiu Yipin readily agreed. Of course, other than being compassionate, the most important thing was that this old man didn't want a salary.
Old Man Cheng hurriedly ran out of the front gate and rummaged through the donkey carts and horse carriages that were parked by the roadside. He had just found Qiu Yipin's kitchen knife case when dozens of people came out of the courtyard, each of them leading a warhorse. A Qianhu who had just stepped through the gate shouted, "Duke, are you going out?"
Then a clear voice said, "Oh, to go to the warhorse outside the town to relax."
Old Cheng had just gotten off the carriage with the knife case, and when he heard this, he hurriedly turned around, put the knife case on the carriage, and pretended to tidy it up, but his ears were pricked up, paying attention to the movements of Yang Ling and the others.
Yang Ling led the horse and stood among the guards, whispering to Feng Lei as they walked. He didn't explain how he met and fell in love with Red Lady, because there were many things that shouldn't be known to outsiders, and once he explained it in detail, he would inevitably mention the matter of Yang Hu betraying and killing his sworn brother. Yang Hu was already dead, and whatever crimes he committed had been buried in the soil with him, so it would be unkind to talk about it now.
He asked about the situation in the mountains these two days, and explained his arrangements to Feng Lei. Feng Lei looked calm, but his heart was surging like a huge wave. Even he himself didn't know how much of what Yang Ling said reached his ears.
Years of unrequited love had been silently piling up in his heart, settling, accumulating, and perhaps buried deep like this for a lifetime. But after meeting Red Lady again, fighting side by side, and hearing about her falling out with Yang Hu until Yang Hu's death, the desire that was forcibly suppressed by reason quickly fermented and expanded.
Looking around the White Coat Army, he was the only one who was suitable for Red Lady. Feng Lei thought that he would be able to win the beauty's heart sooner or later, and he didn't know how long he had been dreaming. Who would have thought that Yang Ling would appear out of nowhere?
Yang Ling's appearance, background, official position, and status were far beyond his reach. What did he have to compete with him? Feng Lei's heart was like frying oil. Jealousy, hatred, pain, and disappointment intertwined together, and the bitterness was really indescribable.
Both of them had their own thoughts, talking and walking, and didn't notice a servant who was tossing and turning in the carriage by the roadside. Seeing that Duke Wei was escorted by a group of bodyguards, Old Man Cheng vigilantly glanced around, quietly opened the lid, took out a shiny ox-ear sharp knife, and hid it in his sleeve. Then he stuffed the knife case into the carriage and followed behind as if nothing had happened.
Out of the barracks, Yang Ling and the others mounted their horses and rode slowly along the forest road. Old Man Cheng looked around, holding his stomach as if he was looking for a place to relieve himself. Then he walked towards a poplar forest at the side. After entering the forest to avoid the sentries' eyes, he immediately ran as if he was flying, plunging straight into the dense forest, and took a shortcut to the front of the winding road.
The forest road was narrow, and the guards were lined up in a long line. There were at most three horses side by side. Yang Ling and Feng Lei walked side by side. Feng Lei, who was in a daze, didn't know why, but a trace of evil thoughts suddenly flashed in his mind. He couldn't help but hold the steel knife at his waist. As long as I raise my hand, Yang Ling's head will be separated from his body. There are less than twenty guards behind us, and none of them are my match. If I kill them all and pin it on Li Fuda, no one will suspect me. The imperial court still needs us to serve, and we can still go out. Even if Ying 'er is sad, she will become indifferent after a year or two. At that time, if I propose to her … I will definitely succeed. One knife! I only need one knife!
Feng Lei had killed countless people, and his knife had no regrets. It had never been so difficult. But now his heart was constantly urging himself to pull out the knife, but the knife was firmly embedded in the scabbard like lead, and he couldn't even think about pulling it out.
The horse's hooves clattered, and his heart was also like the chaotic horse's hooves, unable to calm down. The trees in the forest were not pruned, and branches often poked out. Yang Ling was no longer talking, and was focused on the front. He rode the horse lightly, and relaxed his body. He didn't notice that Feng Lei, who was beside him, actually had a murderous intent towards him.
Feng Lei's heart was in a dilemma. Should he ignore his conscience and get rid of his rival in love, or give up the beauty that was so easily obtained? This choice was actually so difficult.
The trees on the left side of the front gradually thinned, and there was a small river with flowing water. Weeds and vines propped up a green barrier as tall as a person. The right side was already sloping upwards, extending to a mountain. As the trees thinned, a cool breeze began to blow. Although there was a mountain breeze in the forest, Feng Lei's forehead was still sweating nervously.
He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and couldn't make up his mind. Suddenly, there was a loud shout from a tree beside the road, and a figure suddenly leaped down like a vulture. Feng Lei had practiced martial arts for many years, and his vigilance had become a habit. Suddenly hearing the shout, the long knife in his hand that he hadn't been able to pull out for a long time already leaped out of his palm with a clang, like a pool of autumn water across the sky.
He suddenly looked up and saw a masked man with a green cloth, holding a sharp knife in his hand. He avoided the six guards in front of him, and was stabbing towards Yang Ling like an arrow. That person's movements were abnormally agile, and it was obvious that he was a highly skilled martial artist. With such a fast movement and such a sudden attack, if this knife fell, Yang Ling would definitely not be able to live.
The Sumeru World was hidden in a mustard seed; the spirit was an inch, and the heart was a hundred years in a snap. In a split second, the only thing that could be faster than that sharp knife was probably the human heart. The knife in Feng Lei's hand was about to strike down like lightning, but suddenly stopped.
That person was determined to kill Yang Ling, and his body was extremely fast. Moreover, he didn't seem to expect that there was such a master of knife among the guards. In the air, he couldn't change his body shape at all. As long as Feng Lei's knife struck, he could cut him into two pieces to save Yang Ling.
However, Feng Lei clenched the long knife, and the strong muscles on his arms tightened like a dragon. Suddenly, a relieved thought flashed in his heart, "I can't kill him. If I do that, I won't be able to face Miss for the rest of my life, and I'll be even more unworthy of the morality and conscience of the world. But can I not save him? If I'm just a little slower, I'll be 'unprepared'. If I'm just a little slower … "
Feng Lei's heart was in his throat. He saw Yang Ling, who had heard the shout to kill, raise his head in surprise, exposing his throat to the sharp knife that was stabbing toward him. He saw the six guards in front of him turn their horses back at the sound, cursing angrily, and pulling out their knives to counterattack. He saw the masked man in cyan holding the knife pounce on Yang Ling without hesitation, as if he was going to cut Yang Ling's throat first even if there were thousands of arrows in his heart.
Everything happened in a split second, but in Feng Lei's eyes, everything seemed to become so slow. He could see the cold light reflected on the assassin's blade, the slight movement of the wind passing through the clothes of the masked man, the dust rolled up by the feet of the guards who had dismounted from their horses and pounced on him, and the muscles on Yang Ling's face twisted because of the horror.
The cold light rustled and went straight for the throat. Blood splattered five steps away. It only took a moment.
Unexpectedly, Feng Lei's saber carried a gust of wind and thunder as he suddenly attacked.
The knife struck out in an unfeeling manner, cutting off the last trace of his delusion.
The knife had no time to slash at the assassin, so it went straight for the short knife. With a clang, the knife flew away with a cold light. The assassin was shaken and flipped in the air. After landing, he staggered two steps back and said in shock, "Feng Lei? You surrendered to the court?! "
Feng Lei looked over in shock, staring at the familiar eyes. Hearing his voice, he also let out a strange cry. "Second Uncle Cheng, you're not dead yet?"
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"Assassination?"
Li Fuda shook his head and said firmly, "Absolutely impossible!"
He thought for a moment and said, "The security at Jingjing Inn has always been very tight. If the Emperor is really here, the internal security must be even tighter. It's easy to come out from inside, but it's as hard as ascending to heaven to enter. Before the assassin can reach the imperial envoy's temporary residence, he'll already be surrounded by Yang Ling's three thousand Iron Guards."
"Then, don't tell me we just sit and watch this good opportunity slip away from our hands?"
Jiang Nan Yan was a little restless. "Chief, you often say that we need to know how to see the right opportunity and grasp the opportunity. This is the best opportunity. If the Emperor is assassinated, Yang Ling will definitely be finished. The Emperor will have no heir, and the various vassal lords will definitely be eyeing him covetously.
At this moment, King Ning will rise up in the south, and our Xiang Army will respond to him in the north. Then the world will be at our fingertips. Chief, this opportunity cannot be missed. You can't miss this opportunity. Cult Master, you must seize this opportunity. "
"Slow down, slow down. You must be calm, hehehe." Li Fuda spoke calmly, but the hand that was pouring tea was shaking, causing the tea to sway slightly and almost spill out of the small teacup.
"First of all, we must find out if the Emperor is really playing the same old trick and sneaking into the army to play on the battlefield. If the Emperor is here, there will certainly be many clues that we can find. But without conclusive evidence, we must not act rashly. If we succeed, we will plot for the country, but if we fail, we will lose our lives."
Speaking to this point, Li Fuda's mood gradually stabilized. He continued, "If we use the assassination method, unless he is willing to come out. But after the lesson of the siege of Mount Bai, Yang Ling bears a heavy responsibility and definitely won't dare to do this. Now I think back to what Yang Ling said today. He said he wanted to capture the leader of the White Bandits alive and hold a celebratory feast to ask for merit from His Majesty. These words are worth discussing.
If His Majesty was in the army, it would make sense. But we can't wait until then to make our move. With our martial arts, if we suddenly launch an attack, we can kill the Emperor at the feast, but we can't escape. If we want to kill the Emperor and retreat unscathed, the only way is … is to mobilize our men and horses and mutiny before the battle! "
Jiang Nanyan was moved. "If that's the case, our power will be completely exposed in front of them. If we don't succeed, won't we lose everything? If we succeed, we will become the target of public criticism. Without King Ning's prompt response, with just our men and horses, perhaps we can retreat to Mount Taihang and still preserve our strength, but how can we take over the world? "
Li Fuda's eyes flashed with an almost crazed light. He slowly said, "To achieve great things, one must not only judge the time and situation, one must also have the courage to make decisions. Of course, I must first find out whether His Majesty is really in the army before I can decide how big the bet should be. If it is true, as long as we kill him, the overall situation will be set. Quiet as a virgin, moving as a fleeing rabbit. How can we let go of such a sure-win opportunity? "
Speaking to this point, he suddenly stopped talking. Holding the teacup in silence for a long time, Li Fuda slowly said, "My plan is like this. First, find out whether the Emperor is in the army. If he is not, then everything is over. We will continue to hide and wait for a better opportunity to rise. If the young Emperor is in Yang Ling's field headquarters, then … "
He stretched out a finger and said, "First, mobilize all of our strength and strike with all our might. Wealth is found in danger. Although I have always been cautious, when it comes to deciding victory or defeat, we must go all out. We must advance and not retreat. We must be willing to spend our capital. "
"Second, before we act, send someone to Jiangnan to inform King Ning to immediately mobilize his troops. As long as we act here, regardless of whether we succeed or not, we have no way out. We cannot continue to hide. We must wait for King Ning to mobilize his troops in response.
If we succeed, the capital will be in chaos and without a leader. At that time, there will not be many soldiers and horses willing to encircle and annihilate us. When the King of Yan was in trouble, they knew in their hearts how miserable the officials who stood on the wrong side died. Their children became slaves, their wives and daughters became prostitutes, unable to rise again for generations. They would not ignore such a terrible consequence.
It was easy to be a loyal official, as long as they would rather die than surrender. But it was difficult to be a loyal official. Who in the army did not have parents, wives and children? The Emperor was already dead and had no children. Who did not want to leave a way out for themselves? Who would be willing to follow him? At that time, all the armies in the world would be watching to see if King Ning would succeed. There would not be too many people loyal to a dead Emperor.
Therefore, the best situation is that we can get rid of Zhengde. Then we only need to hold on for a period of time. Once the news of King Ning's troops reaches the capital, we can immediately reverse the situation and turn from defense to offense. Our great cause is just around the corner.
The second situation is that we cannot kill Zhengde. Then we can only retreat into the mountains and wait for King Ning to mobilize his troops. Then the north and south will respond and work together to conquer the country. In that case, we will have to fight a bitter battle. Victory or defeat is hard to predict. If we fail, we will have to conceal our identity and start from the beginning. There will be danger, the price will be high, but this kind of opportunity is hard to come by. "
"Therefore, I must first find out whether the Emperor is here or not." Li Fuda clenched his fist and lightly pounded the table.
"Should we send people to the capital to inquire?" Jiangnan Yan asked.
"It's too late. To and fro, just the time spent on the road will take more than ten days. By the time the news from the capital arrives, I am afraid the war will have already ended, and we will have already been sent back to Taiyuan."
As soon as he mentioned the White Clothes Bandits, Jiangnan Yan suddenly remembered the proposal he made to Li Fuda the other day. He could not help but say, "Jiaozhu, that day on the mountain, subordinate had suggested to you to subdue Red Madame for our own use. Jiaozhu was worried that it would arouse the suspicion of the imperial court and cause all previous efforts to go to waste, so he did not allow it.
As the saying goes, times have changed. Now is the time when the map is unraveled and the dagger is revealed. As long as the Emperor is here, whether we succeed or fail, recruiting Red Madame, these five thousand battle-hardened cavalrymen, will greatly increase our strength. "
"Wait! White Clothes Army! " Li Fuda straightened the index and middle fingers of his right hand like a sword, he suddenly waved them to stop Jiangnan Yan's words. He raised his hand in the air, as if he remembered something. After a long time, he suddenly chuckled and said, "Red Madame! That's right, how could I forget that I can still make use of Red Madame? Ha ha ha ha … "
Li Fuda excitedly said, "Seize the opportunity to move forward, seize the opportunity to move forward! The Bazhou bandits can be used by me, the Tatars outside the Great Wall can be used by me, the White Clothes Army can be used by me, Jiangxi King Ning can be used by me, why can't Red Madame? I, Li Fuda, am the best at seizing the opportunity to move forward, I have always been like this. This time I thought I would completely rely on my own strength to fight, but Heaven sent me Red Madame. Right now she is already at the end of her rope, plus she has a blood feud with the imperial court over her father's and her husband's blood feud, she can definitely be used by me, ha ha ha … "
Suddenly his laughter stopped, his hands slowly pressed down on Jiangnan Yan, he resolutely said, "Nanyan, you take care of the headquarters, wait for my news at all times. When I return, I will take the 'Jiao Wei Qin' and the 'Meng De Sword' as gifts to Yang Ling, then I will make a roundabout approach to investigate the Emperor's whereabouts. As soon as I receive confirmation, I will immediately enter the mountain to see Red Madame. "
"See Red Madame? Relying on her troops to attack the Imperial Envoy's Field Headquarters? "
"Borrowing a knife does not necessarily have to be used to kill people, perhaps it is for cooking."
Li Fuda gave a treacherous smile, it was rare for him to be humorous. He said, "I already have a meticulous plan. As long as I can confirm that Zhengde is in the Field Headquarters, then with Red Madame's cooperation, I have a hundred percent assurance that I can put him to death!"
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