The fine snow was blown up by the wind and rushed up to the window lattice, and in the reflection of the skylight, it took on a dull hue, like a large pile of gray shadows on the snow-white window paper, but there was no trace left. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The door was pulled open from the outside, and a middle-aged man who looked very honest stepped into the room silently.

"You're here. Huan Zicheng turned his head to look at him and nodded to him, as if he was very familiar with him.

After the man entered the house, he closed the door with his backhand, and then took a few steps forward and bowed down and said, "Lang Jun, I'm late." He spoke in a strange tone, and his voice was dry, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Huan Zicheng's gaze rested on the window sash beside him again, and after a long time, he said lightly: "Uncle Dumb has worked hard." ”

The person who came was a dumb slave, and after listening to what Huan Zicheng said at this time, he bowed again: "Lord Lang took San Lang Jun and Shi Lang Jun out to the banquet before returning." I didn't get out of my body for a while, and Lang Jun forgave my sins. ”

He was originally the driver of Huan Mansion, and he should have been driving Huan Gong and others out before, so he was too late.

When Huan Zicheng heard this, he turned his head to look at him, his eyes moved, and a gentle expression appeared on his cold face, and he said gently: "What is the crime of the dumb uncle? ”

Only then did the dumb slave stand up straight, neatly took out a paper scroll from his arms, handed it to Huan Zicheng, and said respectfully: "The matter in the White Horse Temple has been found out. There are also some follow-up things in it, please take a look at it. ”

Huan Zicheng took the paper in his hand, unfolded it and looked at it twice, and then threw it into the furnace casually.

The fire exploded, and the paper roll was already burning, and under the licking of the tongue of fire, it quickly turned into ashes.

"It's a good thing to do that. He said in a low voice, and then slowly paced a few steps in the room, until he reached the height, staring at the plum branch in the bottle, he said lightly: "There is nothing left, is it? Except for that person, no one else knows about it?

The dumb slave said in a rough voice: "Lang Jun rest assured, the green ghost has always been extremely stable in his work, and that person will never dare to leak the news." ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and then said: "The green ghost is still in Jiangyang County now, he said that the person ...... It's a little weird, and he's going to stare at it again. There is also a need to dig deep into the affairs of the White Horse Temple. ”

Huan Zicheng sighed, his face was expressionless, however, in the depths of his eyes, there was something emotion that flashed away.

Then let him keep an eye on this man, and never let him slip out of sight. He said, his cold voice made the warmth in the room dissipate instantly.

The dumb slave agreed, took out a folded letterhead from his sleeve, and presented it to Huan Zicheng with both hands: "This is a letter from Mr. Mo San." ”

Huan Zicheng took the letter expressionlessly, unfolded it and looked at it twice, and the pair of ink-like eyebrows rarely lifted up: "He moves fast." ”

"Mr. Mo San is a child of the Mo family, and it is still easy to infiltrate the Zhao Kingdom. The dumb slave said, his face was quite solemn, "It's just that Zhao Guo seems to have a very secret organization now, and there are also many children of the Mo clan in it. ”

"No, you can't. Huan Zicheng said categorically, dropped the letter after speaking, and his face was cold: "You tell Mo San to stay by the side of General Zhu Guo honestly and be his doorman, and think of persuading him to send more troops to Surabaya with a small increase in troops, and most importantly, wait for the opportunity to find the strategist who is good at setting up a formation." ”

Hearing this, a little worry appeared on the dumb slave's face, and after muttering for a while, he finally bowed down and said: "Lang Jun, Mr. Mo San thinks that this strategist who is good at organizing the formation must be a disciple of the Mo family. And the Mo disciples in Zhao State basically all serve in that mysterious organization. What Mr. Mo San meant was that instead of testing among the dozens of guests around the general, it was better to go and find out the news from the source first, and maybe it would be a miracle. ”

"Miraculous? I think it's just a matter of urgency. Huan Zicheng's voice was cold, and the chill on his face almost overflowed the room: "Tell him, do what he should do, and when it is done, I will make him the head of the Mo family." ”

"No. The mute slave agreed.

It's just that although his mouth responds, the melancholy on his face is getting thicker and thicker.

He still felt that Mr. Mo San's method was more effective, and they had to guard against that mysterious organization, and it would be of great benefit to them if they could get the news of this organization earlier.

As if sensing the emotions of the dumb slave, Huan Zicheng suddenly turned his eyes and glanced at him, and a very shallow smile appeared in the depths of his cold eyes: "As for that mysterious organization, I'm not worried at all. Uncle Xu didn't know that the people I sent to Zhao Guo were not only Mr. Mo San. ”

Hearing this, the gloom on the dumb slave's face remained undiminished, and the two thick eyebrows were even tighter, and he said in a deep voice, "I know that I am arrogant, but I still want to tell Lang Jun that I am indeed very worried." Lang Jundang still remembered that Mr. Mo San had contacted this secret organization before, and raised dead soldiers and poison needles from them to help us complete the two assassination plans. This time, Mr. Mo San vaguely mentioned that the Tang people have been making frequent moves recently. I think it's probably our assassination that made the Tang people also notice this mysterious organization, and I'm just worried...... was taken by the Tang State. ”

"Uncle Dumb is too worried. Huan Zicheng said calmly, his cold eyes stared at the window sash on the side, and there was a faint playfulness on his face, "The benefit of the fisherman is in one word, and it is said 'wait'." This truth, Uncle Dumb understands it. ”

As soon as these words came out, a look of sudden realization instantly appeared on the face of the dumb slave, and then his whole person relaxed.

Indeed, if the Tang people really noticed this mysterious organization and took action to investigate, then the Huan clan could sit on the sidelines and wait for their news. This approach will undoubtedly enable the Huan clan to take greater initiative.

Speaking of which, the large number of Mo clan disciples are still very greedy for dumb slaves. If Huan's ...... No, it is in the hands of Huan Zicheng, and if he masters this new force, great things can be expected.

Thinking of this, he immediately bowed to Huan Zicheng, and said, "It turns out that Lang Jun has already made arrangements, and I have said more." There was a visceral awe in his tone.

Huan Zicheng looked at him for a while, and said gently: "Get up." Uncle Dumb is also for my good, I know. ”

It was rare for him to say such warm words, even though his voice was still as cold as a knife, but in the ears of the dumb slave, it made his whole heart warm.

He raised his head slightly, a loving look appeared on his honest face, and he also said softly: "Lang Jun is like this now, and Madame is also relieved." ”