At this time, hearing Wu Zhengxiang throw out such a sentence lightly, Wu Rui was shocked, and hurriedly knelt down: "Lord, my subordinates have no intention of deceiving." The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info originally thought that he would report it when the business in his hand was closed. ”

Wu Zhengxiang glanced at him with a smile and asked, "Really, what if I didn't find out?

Wu Rui was drenched in a cold sweat, "I don't mean that." How can a subordinate hide it from the Lord?"

The moment he was arrested in the defeat of Tong Huachi, he knew how terrible the man in front of him was, and how could he dare to fight the idea of concealing it all along? He just thought that he could hide it for a while and save enough money to get out in the future.

Although the current life seems to be stable, he knows that the fierce battle for the heir is coming.

Every time a new emperor ascends the throne, it is a major reshuffle and turmoil. At that time, no one knows whether the samurai will be able to maintain their current transcendent status. If he doesn't leave a way back for himself, will he be destroyed with the martial arts?

I believe you. Wu Zhengxiang said in a deep voice: "I saved your life, you worked for me, such a deal is just right." Today I might as well say that if one day you have to fight for your life, you can leave without worry. ”

"Lord, ......" Wu Zhengxiang said a sentence to his heart, and Wu Rui only felt unspeakable.

It turned out that his mind had long been seen through by the Lord. I am still here to make these small actions, and I feel ashamed for a while.

After a while, Wu Rui made up his mind and said, "My subordinates are willing to merge these businesses into the private property of the lord for the lord's drive." ”

Wu Zhengxiang waved his hand and said, "What's yours is yours, take the property of your subordinates, who do you think of me Wu Zhengxiang as someone?"

Wu Rui's heart was moved: "The lives of his subordinates were all saved by the Lord, what is the property of?"

"I don't want this from you. But give me the thread you hold in your hand. Wu Zhengxiang is colored.

Wu Rui's face turned white, he thought that he had done it seamlessly, but he didn't expect that the Lord knew everything. He said, "Yes, Lord!"

He was Bai Yishi, responsible for collecting and analyzing news and intelligence, and providing it to Tong Huachi for decision-making. In all parts of the DPRK and Gaomang, many spies were buried. In particular, the important spies are in one-way contact with him.

Since he was lucky not to die, out of the instinct of self-preservation, he also gradually restored contact with these unexposed threads at hand. Unexpectedly, even such a secret thing was known to the Lord.

He didn't want to do anything, he just felt that mastering such a net would always be of some use in the future.

Wu Zhengxiang smiled faintly, the shadow guard affairs were busy, and now that the crown prince and Princess Zhaoyang were fighting, where did he have the energy to investigate Wu Rui? It was just from his usual money expenditure, it was just inferred that he had the wealth left over from the white night in his hands.

As for those spies, it was just his intuition that told him that Wu Rui would not give up on these people. This kind of deception really works.

Wu Zhengxiang was not angry at Wu Rui's concealment. He is also loyal to Emperor Qinglong, but at the same time, he will also cultivate his own team, which is not wrong. What's more, with Wu Rui's background, it is not wrong to have such a plan.

But in Wu Rui's opinion, the nineteen-year-old boy in front of him was like a god, and his awe and reverence for him deepened, and he would never have the heart of betrayal again.

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Southern suburbs, Gyeonggi Daying.

Five miles west from the camp, a high platform was erected, and it was simply surrounded by all sides, forming a huge martial arts arena. Today is the appointed day for the two armies to conduct military exercises.

The Northern Ya Army was arrayed in the west, and the Gyeonggi Battalion was in the east, and the two armies were clearly dressed and murderous, and the atmosphere was solemn.

They were all eight-foot hot-blooded men, and the rain was pouring down their cheeks along their helmets, and no one blinked. Dripping down on their bodies, a puff of white smoke evaporated.

On the high platform, Wu Sheng and Wei Ming looked solemn and did not squint. As opponents, the two are not used to seeing each other, they have been for a long time, and at this time, they are talking about winning or losing with martial arts, and they have nothing to say when they see the truth under their fists and feet.

Wu Guangqi, as the person sent by Emperor Qinglong to witness the result of this martial arts exercise, stood between the two of them with a whisk in his hand.

The atmosphere on the high platform was deserted, but the surrounding stands were in full swing. Such a pouring rain did not stop the enthusiasm of the people of the capital at all, and the people who had made a bet waved their arms and shouted to cheer for their chosen team.

The hour had come, a military drum was finished, an incense burner was lit in the incense burner on the high platform, and the two armies on the martial arts arena rushed to each other with shouts.

In the formation of the two armies, there is a two-person high platform, on which there are generals for on-site command, and the colonel waving various small flags in his hand to order, and all the soldiers obey the order.

For this exercise, the two armies have been holding back for a long time, and this burst of fierce tiger rushing and killing has made people's blood boil and cheer even more loudly.

The heavy rain was like a note, blocking the line of sight, and the two armies that were rushing to kill could not see the banner clearly, and the formation was chaotic, each catching and killing each other, and there was a melee. Constantly people were contaminated with paint that could not be washed away by the rain in the vital places, and they withdrew from the war group one after another.

In terms of individual combat ability, the Northern Yajun is even better, their families are wealthy, and they have invited martial arts professors since they were young, and their fist and foot moves are more skillful and skillful. However, the 1,000 people in the Gyeonggi battalion are all elite veterans, and their tactics are all derived from the battlefield, which may not be good-looking but must work. And this kind of melee is a battlefield they are familiar with, and it has a slight upper hand.

The Gyeonggi battalion was brave, and the Northern Ya Army fought for their lives, and they saw half a pillar of incense, but it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Wu Sheng glanced at the half-burned incense, and was not anxious.

At this time, it was useless for him to be anxious, the martial arts tactics had been practiced many times, and the on-site command handed over to his deputy general Jing Guangxuan, he believed that he would close the situation and lay the foundation for victory. What's more, martial arts is just a disguise, it's better to win, and it doesn't matter if you lose. Cleaning up the soldiers who caused the accident back then is his ultimate goal.

In contrast, Wei Ming was not so calm. He took a step forward, holding the railing of the high platform with both hands, watching the battle below. The white-handed knuckles revealed his nervousness at the moment.

Seeing that the flag no longer worked, Jing Guangxuan waved his hand to stop the junior colonel, and he was angry and shouted: "Three-three formation!" This loud roar actually overshadowed the sound of the rain and bloomed over the martial arts arena like spring thunder.

Wu Sheng smiled slightly, he really didn't let himself down.

The Beiya Army, which was fighting, listened to the order, reacted quickly, and formed a small formation of three with the two nearest friendly troops, combining the strength of three people, to deal with a Gyeonggi battalion soldier.

Such a small formation, flexible and changeable, one person as a shield and two as spears, is most suitable for such a melee. Rao is a veteran of the Gyeonggi battalion, no matter how brave he is, it is impossible to defeat three well-trained soldiers. After the small formation quickly knocked down one soldier, it moved on to the next person.

In the blink of an eye, the tide turned.