Section XIV

Although Zhu Lei's methods are a little violent, they are the only way to deal with them. At that time, even if he didn't make a move, Jiang Huan and himself would have to do it. It's just that the people in the Lu Rong Department are not stupid, although they don't say it, but the words that Liao Wugou shouted before he died are afraid that they have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Today's repression is undoubtedly to stop the boiling, and if they want to make them work again, I am afraid it is no longer possible. Although he has always had inconsistent reviews, he is not without opinions. The ancients had clouds, and if you go outside, you must first settle inside, and the chaotic teacher can't go far. Although the enemy confronted Persia, the elite cavalry of the Guards battalion came and went like the wind, and the combat power was super strong. Compared with the two, the morale of the two sides is low and there are many internal contradictions. The outcome is almost certain.

But what can be done now?

Jiang Huan coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and with his own strength, even if he opposes it, it may be difficult to work. It will only prompt the defeat of China and the West to be faster. Maybe it is precisely because of this that Zhu Lei's old guy will make a decisive move and nip the civil strife in the bud. He thought about it, and couldn't help but sigh again, thinking that he could take this opportunity to open the lion's mouth and deduct some meat from Jiang Huan's old boy's mouth. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's too wishful thinking, once Zhongxi loses, I'll naturally be the governor of the capital, and I'll get a piece of the fart.

Damn, it seems that Jiang Huan's old boy is tied to a chariot, and he has to die if he doesn't want to die.

Another gust of wind blew. He shivered with cold. I looked up at the sky, and it was getting darker and darker. Dusk without the sun is even colder than the early hours of the morning.

He was in a trance all the way, and he didn't know how to get into his tent.

Dunge was very afraid of the cold, so his tent was lit even in spring and autumn. It was the middle of winter, and eight red-hot charcoal stoves were smoking the whole tent hot. This made him breathe a sigh of relief, and quickly took off the mink fur covering his body, and ordered the soldiers who followed him: "Go get some hot water, I want to wash my face first and refresh myself." ”

"Yes." The soldier saluted, turned and withdrew.

He walked around the tent with his hands behind his back, and when his mind was in the midst of a lump of paste, he suddenly felt a chill.

That's murderous!

Someone?!

He is also a seventh-stage master, although his practice has gone wrong, and the guide is very afraid of the cold, but his six senses are clear. When he was alert, his body fell suddenly, and his left hand pressed on the ground, and the person almost turned over against the floor, and in the middle of this turn, his right hand had pulled out the long knife at his waist.

"Whew", and when he just fell, a sharp palm wind swept overhead. When I looked up, I couldn't help but wonder that the wind direction was too high, and even if I didn't dodge, it would be difficult to hurt myself in the slightest. The assassin unknowingly sneaked into the tent, but he didn't expect it to be a new hand, so unbearable. Thinking in his heart, his movements were not slow at all, his left hand supported the ground, and the long knife in his right hand had turned a magnificent bright red. Just about to wipe it away from the palm wind, he heard an old man "hehe" smile: "Although Brother Deng is sick, his reaction is not weak at all, it seems that it will not be a problem to live for a few more decades, this is really a disaster for thousands of years." ”

As he spoke, Miki flashed out from behind the screen with a smile. Deng Ge was a little surprised, holding up the long knife and said, "Miki, you, how did you get mixed up with this old boy?" ”

Miki dusted off the dust on his body, and said neatly: "I'm also the governor of China and the West, and I want to have a drink with Brother Deng in this court, who will stop me?" ”

Not like that, Dunge was angry and funny, but he understood it right away. After Shuanghui was conquered by the Southern Han Dynasty, the two governors of Miki and Diou also followed Liao Gang to the enemy. It was really demoralizing to say such things, so Jiang Huan and the eldest prince also chose to forget about it and did not publicize it. Just a slight mention to the people of Tingya City, the Southern Han Dynasty has conquered Shuanghui. Jiang Huan held a pledge meeting today, and there was a frequent flow of people, and it was extremely easy to get in. And the Shengfan token of Zhongxi has strict level restrictions, as long as this Miki holds the gilded governor token for a while, plus his local appearance, with his seven-stage skills, it is not a matter of getting caught here.

Although he figured it out, Deng Ge's vigilance was still undiminished: "Miki Lao'er, if you have something to say, let it go." Otherwise......" He was about to say a few more words to scare the other party, but at this time, the soldiers outside shouted: "Deng Du, the hot water is ready, do you want me to send it in." ”

"What's your name, didn't you see me resting?"

The pro-soldier probably didn't expect his own adults to be like this, so he couldn't help but be stunned, and only after a short meeting did he answer, "Yes." When the footsteps outside were far away, Miki also dusted off his body, walked to a chair, sat down with a golden knife, looked at him with eyes and said: "I said Brother Deng, don't be so hypocritical, you obviously want to have a long talk with my friend, and drive away all the soldiers." It's not a way of hospitality. ”

Among the governors of the Ten Roads of China and the West, Deng Ge is most afraid of two people, one is Jiang Huan, and the other is Miki in front of him. Jiang Huan is insidious and cunning, and he doesn't say much. This Miki's wisdom is not far behind Jiang Huan. If he hadn't been born in China and the West, and Liao Qing hadn't paid attention to it, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been forced to Shuanghui. As soon as I thought of this, I suddenly thought that the other party had gone to Shuanghui, and my life was not necessarily worse than my own, and I couldn't help but sigh again. He put away the long knife, walked to Miki and sat down, and said with a wry smile: "I was defeated by your old boy, but even if you know it, don't break it every time, don't save some face for me." ”

"I can't get used to your old boy's hypocrisy, and I don't feel uncomfortable if I don't expose it."

"Okay, whatever you want."

"Don't you just ask me what I'm doing here?"

"You know, I know, do you need to ask?"

"You're starting to be hypocritical again."

……

The two of them had a sharp argument, as if they had returned to the days when they worked together in the court a few years ago, and the diaphragm was invisibly much lighter. Seeing that it was almost over, Miki straightened his face and said straight to the point: "Brother Deng, brother and I came today, I think you must know that you are here as a lobbyist." ”

A glint flashed in Deng Ge's cloudy old eyes, but it immediately dimmed again, but there was no way: "Surrender to the Southern Han, right?" So, isn't it okay? ”

This old boy, after all of this, he can't change the inconsistencies between the inside and the outside. Jiang Huan was angry and funny, looked at the sky outside and said, "Brother Deng, I've been here for a long time, once I am discovered, it's not a joke, you better don't go around in circles." ”

Deng Ge's face also became serious, he gently knocked on the coffee table next to the chair, and said in a low voice: "Don't hide it from Brother Deng, my brother is also a governor now, once he surrenders, can Nanhan guarantee my interests?" After a pause, he added chips to his balance again: "Besides, Jiang Huan's guy promised to give me a quarter of the population of the Lurong Department after this time." ”

"Brother Deng, you are confused, the skin does not exist, and the hair will be attached? The Chinese and Western are gone, isn't everything he Jiang Huan promised you blind in vain? Miki stood up, saw that Deng Ge was still that sickly, sighed secretly, and continued: "The imperial court has promised, once you abandon the darkness and surrender to the Ming, and seal the fourth rank of General Yangxi, when the time comes, not to mention the Lurong Department, you can also choose the strength of the other departments as appropriate, isn't this enough?" ”

"That's pretty much it." Deng Getian pursed his lips and smiled dryly, as if he remembered something. Hurriedly said nervously: "Do adults know about this?" I only believe him, and the words of the imperial court are really not very reassuring. ”

It's done!

As soon as he heard Dunge say this, Miki breathed a sigh of relief. Although it is quite certain to convince this hypocritical guy. But it would be false to go into the enemy camp alone and say that you are not nervous. The adult in Deng Ge's mouth is naturally Wu Ming. Since they have all shouted adults, it seems that they should also surrender. He smiled and said, "Naturally, I know that I came to recruit you at his behest, and I just carried it out." ”

Once he agreed, Deng Ge immediately adapted to the change of identity, and he frowned and said, "What do you want me to do?" ”

"When Jiang Huan leads the army to the battle, you will call on the people left behind to launch a mutiny and put the entire court into our hands."

"Is that so?" Deng Ge's brows furrowed even deeper, and he said with some hesitation: "But even so, there is also Zhu Lei's guy, his tribal power is stronger than mine, I'm afraid it's not so easy." ”

Miki smiled softly and comforted him, "Don't you worry, don't you still have me?" We should be together inside and outside, so ......"

……

Miki's voice became quieter and quieter, and the smile on Dunge's face grew thicker and thicker, and at last the two old foxes laughed heartily, because they were very quiet, and they sounded even more gloomy.