The next day, before dusk, Zhang Chong was in his house, and he was already looking at the sun outside the window from time to time, waiting for it to set.

No matter how calm he is on weekdays, when he is about to face such a big event, he is still a little nervous in his heart.

He was about to be assassinated, but Wang Mang, who was the regent of the dynasty and was known as the "false emperor".

Even though there is a fake word in front of the word emperor, it has been nearly three years since the change of the Yuan Ju at this moment. Even if the people of the world are blind, they all know that he is the real and nameless Son of Heaven.

Just the four words "power leans towards the government and the opposition", used to describe him, seem a little too pale.

And this time, if you can really kill him......

Zhang Chong's heart was pounding.

He picked up the cup and poured down the water in the cup in a big gulp, so that he could barely suppress the tension in his heart.

He didn't drink. At this time, it is absolutely forbidden to drink alcohol in order to ensure absolute sobriety.

Zhang Chong carefully calculated again,

Poisoned wine, he had tried with the dog in the house, and in a few drops, in less than a moment, the dog roared wildly and fell to the ground and died.

The twenty-two dead soldiers have already been rehearsed countless times. Even if Wang Mang comes, he won't bring too many guards. And these twenty-two people, each of them could be one as ten. Coupled with the long-standing combined attack array, Zhang Chong believes that with their strength, they will go straight to Wang Mang's mansion, and it is not impossible to take his head.

But everything must be safe and secure. After all, this is probably the only chance for Zhang Chong to kill him.

At dusk, Zhang Chong had already taken the housekeeper and a group of domestic servants and waited at the door of his mansion early, ready to welcome Wang Mang.

When the sun was setting in the west, finally, Zhang Chong saw a carriage slowly turning around the corner of the street and driving towards him.

But he couldn't believe his eyes.

There is no front and back hug, no thousands of horses. With Wang Mang's current identity, he is only ...... Only one carriage came.

Even if there is no doubt about Zhang Chong's banquet, even if it is the most ordinary trip, he should never be like this.

Zhang Chong began to wonder in his heart.

Is Wang Mang too fearless, or is he completely unconcerned about his own safety?

While he was pondering in his heart, the carriage had already driven to the door. Without thinking about it anymore, Zhang Chong hurriedly took three steps and made two steps, and stepped forward.

The driver jumped out of position, opened the door, and landed a foot in a normal cloth boot.

"Greet me at the door in person, I'm too polite."

Wang Mang smiled faintly and arched his hand to Zhang Chong: "This is the son of Wang Yi, the general of the dynasty, Wang Mu." I wonder if I've seen it? ”。

With Wang Mang's words, Wang Mu also followed him and got out of the car, holding an ebony box with a square foot in his hand. Although Zhang Chong had never seen Wang Mu, he was still familiar with his father Wang Yi, so he naturally heard his name and arched his hand with a smile. It's just that the box he was holding in his hand made Zhang Chong a little puzzled.

And the last person to walk down from the carriage made Zhang Chong frown slightly imperceptibly.

It was a young man dressed in black, thin and short. Although his face is delicate, his expression is always indifferent. Neither spoke nor looked at Zhang Chong, but just followed closely behind Wang Mang, and followed him towards the house.

And Wang Mang didn't introduce him in any way, as if this person didn't exist, if he thought so, he should be a guard.

Although Zhang Chong instinctively smelled a trace of danger in this black-clothed young man, he didn't take it too seriously. Originally, what he was worried about was that Wang Mang didn't know how many guards he would bring with him, and if there were too many, how to break them out. And now there is only one person, so no matter how good he is, it seems that there is no need to worry anymore.

Zhang Chong hurriedly followed Wang Mang's side and led him towards the house.

Entering the banquet hall, the guests and hosts sat down. This is Zhang Chong's business and private banquet, so he did not invite any guests. There are two opposite seats in the hall, only Zhang Chong is sitting on the east side, and Wang Mang and Wang Mu are sitting on the west side, but Han Zhuo has never sat down, only standing behind Wang Mang with his hands.

Before taking his seat, Wang Mu made a strange move and put the ebony box he was holding on the seat in front of Zhang Chong.

"Emperor Regent, what is in this box ......?"

Zhang Chong was a little surprised in his heart, and couldn't help but ask. However, before Wang Mang could open his mouth, he was inconvenient to open it by himself, and only speculated in his mind about what was in the ebony box.

"It's a gift to the Queen Mother. But...... Leave it alone, it's not time to open it yet. Wang Mang smiled and waved his hand, but the smile was full of deep meaning.

Although Zhang Chong was puzzled, he could only put the matter aside for the time being. Anyway, Wang Mang will be buried in a short time, and it will not be too late to open it at that time.

Without waiting for Zhang Chong's orders, a servant in the house had already prepared wine and food and served them to both sides. Wang Mang sat on the seat calmly, looking at Zhang Chong with a smile, but did not say a word.

"Emperor Regent, please drink this wine first."

Zhang Chong picked up the wine glass in front of him, raised it high in front of Wang Mang, and then took the initiative to drink it all first.

Wang Mang smiled and looked down at the wine glass in front of him, the wine in the glass was as clear as water.

"I think, forget it."

Wang Mang raised his head and smiled at Zhang Chong.

"Emperor Regent...... Why is that? ”

Putting down the wine glass, Zhang Chong's palm was already slightly damp, and he suppressed the tension in his heart and looked at Wang Mang.

"Separate meals...... Good indeed. At least you don't have to bother to get some delicate heart-turning pots or something. Wang Mang smiled, looked at Zhang Chong, who was separated from him by the entire banquet hall, and came up with a sentence that made everyone present scratch their heads.

"Alright." Wang Mang waved his hand lightly, as if he wanted to wave away what Fang just said: "As for the wine, you don't have to drink it." If there's anything else to say to me, say it now. If there's nothing to say...... It's not as good as ......."

Wang Mang looked out of the door and the screen on one side, leaned forward slightly, and looked leisurely: "It's better to let the twenty-two people come up as soon as possible." ”

The wine glass in Wang Mang's hand was slightly on one side, and the clear wine turned into a thin line and fell on the ground in front of him.

Zhang Chong's complexion suddenly became like dead ashes.

Wang Mang...... He knows!

He even knew!

He even knew that there were twenty-two dead soldiers arranged by himself!!