Chapter 695: Killing

The night is as light as glaze, located in the northeast corner of the Jingshi King Kang's Mansion, the candle shadow on the bronze candlestick of the Crane Zhizhi is swaying, reflecting Gu Zhengnuo's hideous, ghostly expression.

He had nowhere to vent his anger, and slammed his fist on the marble-embedded table, shattering the corner of the table, and his own hands were dripping with blood.

The concubine who served next to her was so frightened that she trembled, she stood up and trembled to get the medicine box, but was knocked to the ground by Gu Zhengnuo, and she didn't dare to move anymore.

Feeling that the house was suffocating and breathless, Gu Zhengnuo strode out of the door and walked all the way to Tong's gloomy backyard. He sat alone on the big rock by the lake, bathed in the depression reflected by the cold moonlight, and looked at the sparkling waves for a long time, and then exhaled a few breaths of turbidity.

Emperor Connan's attack on the Millennial Sect caught him off guard, and the tightness of the news blockade shocked him. The fact that the Millennium Sect was able to develop such a large force in Kangnan was inseparable from Gu Zhengnuo's covert support.

He and Su Guangfu were in cahoots, and each took what they needed. Su Guangfu smuggled drugs and horses every year, and Gu Zhengnuo was given a commission. Relying on these ill-gotten gains, Gu Zhengnuo was able to cultivate his own power.

The deal between him and Su Guangfu had just been reached before, and he was about to seize the throne with the help of the power of the Millennial Sect, but Emperor Kangnan came to take the lead and killed his own foreign aid.

In the past, someone would have reported such a large-scale operation to himself. Now that he participates in the politics of the court every day, he is so ignorant of such a major event as the DPRK and China, which shows that Emperor Kangnan has blocked the news from the entire capital.

Gu Zhengnuo was sure that Emperor Kang Nan was already suspicious of him, and even some important ministers in the court were secretly on guard. Otherwise, such a fight and killing on the shore of Erhai Lake will not be able to hide the eyes of everyone in the DPRK and China no matter what.

Thinking that Emperor Kang Nan first abolished his position as the crown prince and broke his delusions about the dragon chair, and now he quietly attacked the Millennium Sect, which undoubtedly cut off his own financial route, and made it more difficult for him to go for the rest of his life.

The few herbs sent by Su Guangfu are still quietly hidden at the bottom of the secret compartment in his outer study. Gu Zhengnuo's face was cloudy, he waved his hand heavily, and the fierceness in his eyes flashed.

Gu Bu's palms were still bloody and painful, Gu Zhengnuo raised his voice to call people, and ordered his henchmen to secretly contact the secret line in the palace to find the people mentioned by Queen Nalan the day before yesterday, wanting to speed up the pace of poisoning Emperor Kangnan.

Besides, Su Guangfu was woken up by the drizzle that day, and left from the 100,000 mountains in a hurry with hatred, and hurriedly fled to Jingkang Pass with a broken arm.

He swore a heavy oath that once the Millennium Sect had the ability to help Su Duhan win the country, he would definitely level the 100,000 mountains and avenge today's broken arm. Unexpectedly, on the way, he received a message from his subordinates.

The subordinates reported to him the whole situation of Kangnan, and wrote that everyone was in a hurry and could not take care of themselves, and in order to preserve the only strength, they asked him to allow him to withdraw into Jingtang Guanzhong together.

There are dozens of sweaty horses in the Tibetan horse farm, as well as a large number of excellent war horses, all of which were ambushed by Su Guangfu for the restoration of the country, and now all of them are owned by Kangnan.

Tea bricks and poppies were his way of getting money, but they were also cut off together, which was equivalent to choking his throat.

The bad news came one after another, and Su Guangfu was shocked. He clutched the letter in his right hand tremblingly, and he really didn't want to believe that he had been in business for decades in Kangnan and that it had been ruined like this.

A mouthful of blood gushed wildly, staining the snow-white letterhead crimson. Su Guangfu was furious, his body shook a few times, and he lay weakly on the table of the Eight Immortals near the window of the inn.

In the middle of the night, a bright moon came out and reflected the small lake in front of the inn.

The sparkling microwave on the lake, reflecting the moonlight, is like the wind rising, blowing a pool of spring water. The thousands of bamboo shadows that rose up turned into sorrow, eroding Su Guangfu's heart inch by inch.

He raised his head from his coma and stared at the cold moon like frost outside, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his internal organs, but it was like foam, and it turned into pieces at the slightest touch.

Su Guangfu threw the blood-soaked letterhead into the incense burner on the side, pondered for a long time, Fang gritted his teeth and lit the incense, calling out to the people of the Millennial Sect nearby.

Now the Millennium Church is in internal and external troubles, and only the lonely city of Jingtang Pass remains. Without the support of silver money, it is equivalent to losing the help of Goryeo, and the only 30,000 horses in Jingtang Pass will be in danger.

Su Guangfu told his subordinates who knelt in front of him, and every sentence was filled with boundless hatred: "Before evacuating Dali, you must get the money of the Qian family, and bring Qian Gui and the silver into Jingtang Pass, otherwise you will come to see you one by one." ”

The subordinates only took the order and left, Su Guangfu picked up the wine jug on the table of the Eight Immortals, and did not use a cup, just poured a few sips. The wine entered his bowels, pulling Fang Cai's wounds, choking him to vomit blood foam in his mouth, and a deep sense of heroic doom welled up in his chest.

Overnight, most of Su Guangfu's hair turned gray. He looked at the figure in the mirror, silently looked at the direction of Yuping Mountain, and muttered to himself, as if he was accusing the dozens of tablets of the emperor in the cave.

Besides, Qian Gui took Tsing Yi and tread the snow, and under the escort of the only remaining secret guards, he marched all the way to the southwest that day.

She traveled day and night, and after driving the mountain road for many days, she really got out of Kangnan's sphere of influence and came to settle outside an ancient city in Nanzhao.

Qian Gui went incognito, bought a remote farm to live temporarily, and counted that the old housekeeper and Biwu should have been out of trouble in the future, so he ordered Tsing Yi to contact the two of them to meet here.

When the old housekeeper and Biwu arrived, their faces were ashamed and anxious. The old butler's mouth was on fire, and a few bubbles were bulging, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, wiping his red and swollen eyes with his sleeve, and the huge man cried silently: "The old slave failed Miss's entrustment and didn't do things well for you." ”

Biwu's eyes were red on the side, and she had already shed tears. She sobbed and said, "The slave maid and the old housekeeper escaped from the Li Mansion that day, and only had time to hand over two houses, and the rest were all raided by the government. I had no choice but to exchange the 10,000 handfuls of silver into gold bars. Miss, you see, that's all there is. ”

More than ten villages and courtyards were lost, and Qian Weizhen thought that he had left a sea of gold and silver in Kangnan, but they were all empty. Qian Gui only heard the Venus in front of her, and looked at the ten gold bars that Bi Wu held in her hand, she took two steps back and sat down on the Hu bed.

The master and servant wept opposite each other, and the old butler still hesitated. He wiped his eyes with his sleeve sadly, a look of embarrassment, as if he wanted to speak and stopped.