As soon as Han Won entered the state city, he went straight to the Marshal's Mansion.

Baek Junwu was his nominal boss, and he saved his family, and Han Won was grateful to him from the bottom of his heart.

When Bai Junwu heard that Han Won was coming, he personally came out to greet him.

"Brother Han, I've heard your name for a long time, and I'm honored to meet you today, please come in quickly."

In front of the mansion, Bai Junwu tried his best to suppress the dirty thoughts in his heart, and greeted Han Yuan with a warm face.

Han Yuan saw that Bai Junwu was heroic and extraordinary, and heard that he had a good martial arts, so he had a very good impression of him, and said busily:

"Your Excellency, Marshal, you are too polite. The younger brother is not only here to discuss the military situation, but also wants to visit you in person to thank you for your great kindness. Here are some small gifts, I hope you don't dislike them. ”

Han Yuan said as he asked several large carts of gold and silver behind him to be transported into the Marshal's Mansion.

"Eh, Brother Han, what are you doing. This can't be helped, and it falls into the ears of outsiders, who still think that I accept bribes from my subordinates. ”

Seeing Han Yuan's attitude, Bai Junwu couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart, and hurriedly excused himself.

Han Yuan said: "Make, make." The marshal did not accept these gifts, and Han Won was uneasy. You've fulfilled your little brother. ”

Bai Junwu shirked for a while, but finally accepted these gifts. At this time, he had mixed feelings in his heart, and he always felt that he wanted to assassinate Han Won.

It was already noon when Han Yuan came to the Marshal's Mansion, and Bai Junwu had arranged a table of sumptuous wine and food in the backyard to entertain Han Yuan according to the plan that Steward Ma had made for him before.

"Come on, come on, Brother Han don't be polite, hurry up and take a seat. Look at this steamed fish, it has all the color, flavor and flavor, and this plate of venison, just smelling it makes people salivate. These are all things that Marshal has specially asked to do for you. ”

While inviting the won to take a seat, Bai Junwu pointed to the various dishes on the rosewood table and introduced them to the won.

Bai Junwu was a little too enthusiastic, and Han Won always felt that something was weird.

"Marshal, do you know that I am coming to visit you today?" Han Won asked curiously.

When did he go to the state city, he didn't tell Bai Junwu, how did Bai Junwu know that he was going to the Marshal's Mansion today?

"Ah, this..."Bai Junwu's expression became unnatural, and he hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to answer.

Steward Ma was busy interjecting on the side: "Uncle Han, that day the old slave was ordered to Nanping Mansion to inform you of Shangzhou City to discuss the military situation, you asked me to come back and tell the Marshal that you will definitely visit you after you arrive in Zhou City, have you forgotten?" ”

Han Won recalled it carefully and realized that he had really said that.

Steward Ma said again: "The old slave relayed your words to the marshal, and the marshal ordered the kitchen to prepare a large table of wine and food every day, in order to wait for Uncle Han to arrive." ”

Han Yuan listened to Steward Ma's words, blamed himself for being too suspicious, and hurriedly apologized to Bai Junwu:

"Lord Marshal, it was the junior brother who talked a lot just now, don't you mind?"

Bai Junwu poured a glass of wine and handed it to him, pretending to be arrogant: "What did Brother Han say?" You are my Bai Junwu's honored guest. Come, I'll toast you. ”

As he spoke, he handed the wine glass to Han won, and the two clinked glasses and drank each other.

"Eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables."

After drinking, Bai Junwu greeted Han Won again. Han Won was not polite, and immediately started eating chopsticks.

The two of them gossiped while eating and drinking, and after a while, the pot of wine on the table was drunk.

"Huh? What's the matter, the wine is gone? ”

In fact, Bai Junwu still has half a glass of wine in his cup. He deliberately pretended to pour wine for Han Yuan, shook the empty wine jug, and asked the steward beside him.

Steward Ma hurriedly said: "It's the old slave who was negligent, and the old slave will call you." ”

With that, Steward Ma retreated with the flask in his hand.

Bai Junwu turned his head to Han Yuan and said, "Brother Han, don't mind, come on, come on, you and I will eat the vegetables first." ”

…

After the steward retreated to the garden, he poured another pot of poisoned wine into the jug. In order not to make Han Yuan suspicious, he also delayed for a while, and then walked back to the courtyard as if nothing happened.

"Lord Marshal, Uncle Han, the wine has arrived."

Steward Ma smiled and carefully placed the flask on the table.

Bai Junwu secretly glanced at him, and saw him blinking, knowing in his heart that this pot of wine was poisonous.

"Come, Brother Han, I'll fill it up for you."

Bai Junwu said as he filled the jade box in Han Yuan's hand.

Han Yuan raised his wine glass, exchanged respects with Bai Junwu, and when he came to his lips, and was about to drink it, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he did not continue.

Bai Junwu thought that he had seen something wrong, and asked tentatively, "Han, Brother Han, what's wrong?" Any questions? ”

Han Yuan shook his head and said with some embarrassment: "Lord Marshal, Han Yuan suddenly felt a little unwell, thinking that he had eaten a bad stomach on the road these days." I'm really sorry, can someone lead me to make it easier for me first. ”

"Ah, haha, I see." Bai Junwu's face was a little complicated, and he instructed Steward Ma: "Old Ma, take Brother Han to the toilet." ”

Steward Ma couldn't, so he had to lead Han Won out of the backyard.

When the won returned from going to the toilet, the previously prepared food and drinks were already cold. Bai Junwu wanted to order someone to remake a table, but Han Won told him that he was already full and told him not to bother anymore.

I have to say that Han won's luck was so good that he escaped inexplicably.

After lunch, Han Yuan was idle in the Marshal's Mansion for a while, and when he saw that Bai Junwu's attitude towards him had faded for no reason, he left here under the pretext of visiting the state pastor.

After Han Yuan left, Bai Junwu was so angry that he scolded Steward Ma.

"You useless old thing, what kind of bad idea did you think you gave me? The person was not poisoned, and he lost a table of good wine and food in vain. ”

Bai Junwu is speechless. Losing a table of wine and food is nothing to him, not to mention that he also accepted several large carts of gold and silver from the won.

Steward Ma stubbornly said:

"Lord Marshal, the day after tomorrow is the day after tomorrow to discuss the military situation, then Han Yuan has to stay in the state city for two days, you might as well invite him over again, so the trick will be repeated."

Bai Junwu scolded: "The same scheme is used twice, are you stupid yourself or are you stupid?" And what if he doesn't come? Isn't that what you mean by talking nonsense? ”

Steward Ma thought for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "Han Yuan has no power in the state city, and he only brought a hundred and ten people with him this time. And he lived in the official residence, and his men lived elsewhere. If you are not afraid of a big incident, you can set a fire outside the mansion and burn him to death. ”

"It's not good, it's not good, I just want Han Won to die and set fire to the official residence, which will inevitably harm many innocent people, some of them are too much." Bai Junwu obviously didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

Steward Ma said again: "Then send a few martial arts masters, sneak in, and do him." Although there is a certain risk in this way, the old slave believes that as long as Han Yuan is dead, even if the state pastor finds any clues, he will not dare to talk nonsense. ”

Bai Junwu nodded and agreed, "That's a good idea. But I don't worry about sending someone else, Ben Shuai has to go in person. ”

"This ......" Steward Ma faintly felt inappropriate in his heart, but he didn't dare to say more.