Chapter 428 List (Ask for a monthly pass!) ）

From the middle-aged man who was pulled to Wang Xirang's camp military court, he was pulled out again in less than half an hour. There were horrific screams and heart-rending shouts during the Sanctuary. The sergeants who patrolled in the past, all of them did not change their color, and made a detour.

After getting what he wanted, Wang Xirang glanced at the middle-aged man who was already lying on the ground, with more air in and less breath, waved his hand and said to the deputy general beside him: "Give him a good time!" ”

Then, with a confession, Wang Xirang drove his horse out of the camp and came to the palace like Lu Heng to report the good news.

Lu Heng put down the tea cup in his hand, took the confession, glanced at it lightly, and put it on the table on the side.

As expected, this person named Feng San was the disciple of King Jin. Three years ago, he came to Baoding Mansion to open the tavern in order to monitor the movements around Shanxi. Deliver useful information to the King of Jin.

But what he didn't expect was that the stationing of Duan Peng's department was too sudden. In the evening of that day, Wang Xirang's troops suddenly entered the city, guarding the various gates and transportation hubs along the route. Subsequently, Yin Wenwen of Baoding Prefecture suddenly announced martial law in the whole city, and no one was allowed to go out. And began a large-scale raid of carrier pigeons and other contraband items in the city.

Looking at the troops patrolling the city, everyone knew that something big was about to happen.

That night, in everyone's trembling mood. The gates were wide open, and a mighty army entered the city, and finally stationed in the western part of the city.

At night, through the crack in the door, the middle-aged man saw this scene. After taking a closer look at the words on the military flag, he suddenly woke up.

It turned out that this army was Duan Peng's subordinate who came down from the battlefield of Goryeo and suddenly disappeared.

In this way, speculate. Obviously, the stationing of Duan Peng's department was to contain the King of Jin.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man sent someone overnight to try to go out of the city to deliver the letter. But what made him helpless was that those who delivered the letter were hung high at the city gate the next day.

After three consecutive failures, the middle-aged man had to calm down for a while and wait for an opportunity.

However, what he didn't expect was that. Since Duan Peng's department entered the city, the government has been more strict in checking the people entering and leaving Baoding Mansion, especially those who are going to Shanxi and Shaanxi.

Often a road guide that can be easily obtained is difficult to compare with the sky at this time.

After seeing this situation, the middle-aged man finally confirmed the guess in his heart, and for a while, he really panicked.

After repeatedly seeking a way out, the middle-aged man finally took a risk and decided to threaten the article. He was out of luck, though. I ran into Agui.

In addition, Wang Xirang also asked about the whereabouts of the article's daughter.

Wen Xiaohui, after narrowly escaping death in the Yellow River three years ago, was taken away by the people of King Jin. Since then, he has been under house arrest in the Jin Palace. However, it is quite surprising. According to the middle-aged man's confession, Wen Xiaohui has been treated very well since he was imprisoned in the Jin Palace. Except that there is no freedom.

Perhaps at this moment, King Jin didn't know that the heart of the article already belonged to him, and he completely surrendered to the court. The extremely elegant King Jin may still be waiting stupidly at this time, and the chubby shadow of the article appeared at the door full of sunlight.

Ay......

Lu Heng held the tea cup, glanced at the article with a happy face, and took a sip of hot tea. I couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy for King Jin in my heart. After a long sigh, his eyes were leisurely, and he said lightly: "If you love, please love deeply; If you let go, thoroughly. Don't hurt others and yourself with ambiguity! ”

"Your Excellency...... What do you say? ”

"Oh, no, just talk about it!"

"Oh!"

……

After an interrogation of the middle-aged man, Wang Xirang was pleasantly surprised to find that this kid's stomach contained a lot of inventory.

In addition to the personality characteristics of the personnel of the Jin King shogunate, hobbies. There is even a list of spies hidden in Baoding City, in all corners and forces.

After sending this list to Lu Heng, Lu Heng just glanced at it, looked away with a faint face, and said in a deep voice: "Catch!" ”

That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high. (Net)

The wind swept goose feathers and heavy snow, fluttering in the air messily. The temperature is terrible low, dripping into ice. In the streets of the city, the white flying in the sky has formed a white-haired wind that everyone hears and changes color in the outer area.

Within ten steps, it is inconvenient for you and me. If you are not careful, you will lose your way in this vast white-haired wind, and eventually freeze to death on the side of the road.

This time, the participants were all Wang Xirang's well-trained and capable subordinates.

These people were all capable personnel brought out from the Criminal Department when Wang Xirang left Beijing.

Not only proficient in torture and interrogation, but also a first-class expert in searching, tracking, and arresting. At the beginning, even the Snow Wolf Battalion, whose eyes were above the top, felt great admiration for the professional quality of these people.

The wind is howling and the snow is flying. In the dark of the night, the dry trees twisted and shook in the raging wind, and let out a terrifying wail like the wail of a wild beast before it died.

Occasionally, in the houses next to the street, there are children crying, who are frightened by the terrible weather and wake up from their dreams.

The night was as dark as ink, and the snow was whirring and flying.

In the snow-covered streets, there was a dull sound of footsteps.

More than a dozen iron-blooded warriors dressed in black night clothes, like a group of ghosts, trampled on the scattered snow, suddenly flashed and disappeared.

In the streets where they passed, the cold wind swept with flying snow, quickly obscuring their tracks.

These dozen samurai, sneaking all the way. It was not until they reached the gate of a royal house that they stopped.

A samurai at the head with frost hanging from the corners of his eyebrows. The beard was frozen by the condensation of the white gas, forming a layer of white ice.

He looked up and glanced at the house. Then with a wave of his hand, the accompanying samurai, like agile tanuki, jumped over the wall and entered the mansion.

The cold wind howled, and the paper on the window lattice, which could not help the wind, made a rattling sound, as if it could be torn apart by the raging wind at any moment.

In the room, a cold wind blew, and the candle flame on the table swayed violently, almost extinguished. Under the table, the charcoal brazier was blown by the wind, and the whirring flames were scattered and splashed with sparks.

The two people sitting at the table, one old and one young, had faces like ashes.

"Dad, the shopkeeper of Xinghua Village Restaurant Wu was arrested today! Do you say, will he say......" The scholar in a thick brocade robe, his face was pale, his body trembled uncontrollably, raised his head, looked at the old man opposite in shock, and asked tremblingly.

The old man's body couldn't help but tremble, although it was winter, the sweat on his forehead couldn't stop staying. Looking at Yang Zi in front of him with horror in his eyes, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "No, he is the confidant of King Jin, and his family is also in the hands of King Jin, he won't say ......"

"But, Dad, I heard that the person who interrogated him was Wang Xirang's devil!" The scholar stood up in a panic, leaned forward, looked at the old man's flustered gaze and said.

"Wang Xirang?" Hearing this, the old man's face was shocked. His eyes rolled in disbelief, and his expression was dazed and helpless.

"If it's really Wang Xirang for interrogation, then it's troublesome!" The old man sat down on the chair with a dead face as if he was a teenager for a moment, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered.

"Dad, what the hell to do, you have an idea!" I saw the old man slumped on the chair, talking nonsense with dull eyes. The scholar suddenly became anxious, took a step forward, and asked anxiously.

"Yes, yes!" A sentence reminded the old man, and the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly stood up and ordered: "Kang'er, go to the study quickly, burn all those letters, ...... quickly"

As soon as he said this, the door suddenly slammed open.

The cold wind that pierced through the bones, swept in with the flying snow.

For a while, in the room, the candle flame went out. Only the charcoal in the brazier, which radiated a red light, reflected on the faces of the old man and the young man, reflecting two terrified faces.

At the door, several samurai armed with steel swords looked at them with cold faces and no emotion in their eyes.

And in their hands, on the steel knives with cold light, the scarlet blood had been frozen into ice.

In the brazier, the wind blew a faint blue flame, whirring and swaying.

In the room, silence is like water. All you could hear was the whirring wind, and the gurgling of the teeth of the old and the young.

The samurai standing at the front twisted his wrist slightly, and the steel knife in his hand immediately reflected a terrifying cold light. The warrior raised the long knife in his hand, pointed at the two panicked and pale spies in front of him, and said indifferently:

"Catch them!"

Just as his men were preparing to act, a shocking change occurred.

The scholar, who was still extremely cowardly just now, suddenly burst out, and actually withdrew the old man beside him in front of him, and thundered his neck hard. Holding a dagger in his hand, he put it on the old man's neck.

Maybe it's because I'm too frightened, nervous. The dagger on the old man's neck trembled slightly, inadvertently cutting through the skin, and blood gushed out.

"Rebel!"

After being shocked for a moment, the old man suddenly stiffened, staring at his adopted son who had been painstakingly raised for many years with a grinning eye, and scolded madly.

"Old puppet, shut up!" The scholar looked like crazy, and the dagger in his hand stabbed and slashed the old man's neck. A long line of blood appeared on the old man's neck. Then, sneering blood came out of the bloodline. The old man covered his neck with his hands, his mouth was gurgling with blood blisters, and after his lips moved a few times, he finally rolled his eyes and died.

"If it weren't for you, how could Lao Tzu have come to this point!" The scholar raised the dagger in his hand and slashed frantically at the old man's neck, blood splattered and flesh foamed everywhere......

Once upon a time, he also thought that one day, the title of the gold list would be all over Chang'an flowers. However, everything came to naught after he learned his identity.

Now, looking at the culprit lying on the ground and the body separated, the scholar suddenly felt a sense of relief. When he raised his head, his face was covered with blood, he laughed, and in the end, he couldn't stop it......

"He's crazy!"

The black-clothed warrior stepped forward and pressed the crazy scholar to the ground, rolled his eyelids and glanced at it, then coldly dropped a sentence and left with the others.