Wan Kefa's small mansion seems to be more and more prosperous these days, although the appearance has not changed, but everyone seems to see the plaque of the ten thousand mansions faintly hung with the word Guozhang.

Wan Kefa dismounted by the door, and the old servant led the horse for him. Because the mansion was not large enough, the stables were built separately outside the house.

"Are there any guests visiting today?"

"Today, the lord is in court, but there are no guests who have passed through the house."

Wan Kefa nodded, went straight into the house, a maid handed him hot water and a towel, he took the towel, but did not use hot water to wash his hands, said, "I still have some things, I will wash them later." With that, he went into the study.

Wan Kefa wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and pushed open the door to the study.

The maid saw Wan Kefa's footsteps slammed suddenly, she thought that Wan Kefa was tripped up, and exclaimed, "Master, slow down!" ”

"I'm fine, you're busy with your going." Wan Kefa straightened up, entered the study, and took them with him.

Wan Kefa entered the study, put the towel in his hand on the wooden shelf behind the door, and said to the black-clothed man standing in the room: "How did you get in?" ”

"I can go anywhere." The man was looking at the picture of the white crane hanging on the wall, but at this moment, he turned sideways, it was the gentleman under the willow, he looked at Wan Kefa and said: "The white crane of Wan Daren is really the first in the world." ”

"If there is anything that can't be transmitted, there are Xu De's spies guarding the door." Wan Kefa didn't pay attention to his question, but was a little dissatisfied with his behavior. You must know that if the whereabouts of the gentleman under the willow are exposed, he will not be able to stay alive.

"It was because I was worried that the message would be stopped, so I took the risk of going on my own." The gentleman under the willow was beside the bookcase, took a square stool and sat down, and said, "Tell me, in the court today, what do you think of Xu De's actions." ”

Wan Kefa sat back in his chair and said, "Xu De doesn't move much, he should still be waiting." It's just Liu Po's hand, which is really beautiful. Saying that, Wan Kefa looked at the face of the gentleman under the willow and said, "Actually, you don't have to really kill people, just fall ill in bed, which is enough to arouse those who read." ”

"Do things perfectly," the gentleman smiled and said in a penetrating tone: "Besides, we didn't kill it, Liu Guang really committed suicide." ”

Wan Kefa was skeptical, but it was not easy to break it, he now saw through the style of the gentleman under the willow, and the respect in his heart was swept away, and said: "Liu Po's side, you have installed people?" ”

"Not yet, I don't even think I have enough manpower on my hands, how can I manage that kind of small shrimp." When the gentleman said this, he pondered for a moment in his heart and said, "Is there a problem with the people around Liu Po?" ”

"There is one, Tang Jingde, do you know?"

"Tang Jingde." The gentleman of Liuxia muttered the name and said, "Is it from the Jiannan Provincial Mansion?" ”

"You know him?"

"In the past fifty years, there have been two scholars in Jiannan Province, and you say that no one in the world knows." The gentleman of Yanagi smiled: "He voted for Xu De? ”

Wan Kefa shook his head and said, "Not only is it not, but it also has the intention of voting for me." ”

"Vote for you?" The gentleman's tone was full of suspicion: "What do you take with Xu Debi?" What good is it to follow you. ”

"That's why I'm suspicious, that's why I'm asking you."

The gentleman didn't speak this time, and Vankefa stopped talking, blinking a few times, someone knocked on the door and said, "Master, do you want to drink tea?" ”

"No need." Wan Kefa replied.

The maid outside the door answered, and the footsteps faded away.

"Sometimes I envy you martial artists, whose ears are like cats."

The gentleman stood up again and said, "Tang Jingde, I will send someone to see his details, if there is a problem, I am not willing to take risks." ”

"If you can pull it to your side, it will be a great talent!"

"I don't care what kind of talent, think about what Wei Wu said, I'd rather teach me to bear the world, and stop teaching the world to bear me."

Wan Kefa felt a chill in his heart and said, "Since you have pushed Liu Po out, what do you want?" Xu De doesn't care about fame. ”

"Eh, I can't move Xu De, but we can do Wu Dakai's waste, knock him down from the position of the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and it will be much more interesting for us to do things."

Wu Dakai is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and he has been busy with the preparations for the emperor's wedding these days, as soon as the words of the gentleman came out, it was Wan Kefa's turn to be surprised, and said: "You want to do it at the emperor's wedding?" Who is the target? Xu De? ”

"The goal is the Queen. Xu De, I can't kill him. ”

"You ......" Wan Kefa got up, and was speechless for a while.

"Sit down, sit down. Don't get so excited. The gentleman pressed Wan Kefa back to his seat and said, "Of course I won't really kill him, I just want to try how much strength Xu De's hands have, and by the way, I will also help your daughter clear the road." ”

Wan Kefa shook his shoulders, shook his hand away, and said, "I never thought that I would get on the same boat with someone like you. ”

"You're a gentleman, I'm a villain, and we're all working for one goal. Someone needs to farm, and someone needs to be the emperor, there is nothing to shy away from. ”

The mantle of the gentleman under the willow slowly rippled as if it had been blown by the wind, and he stood quietly and said, "There is no one here, I am gone." ”

He walked to the door, turned around and said, "Master Wan do things well, don't think about the gentleman and the villain anymore, it's useless." With that, the gentleman disappeared by the door.

Wan Kefa meditated, thinking that the rules of his life were collapsing day by day, his heart became angry, and he smashed his fist on the table, and in the half-finished picture of the white crane, the white crane was hammered to pieces by this fist, presumably, he could no longer fly.