"You say, what kind of people are there in this world?" Fan Siwen stared at the five slender fingers stretched out, turning in the night sky. This is the hand of the pen who was praised by the teacher for being able to write splendid articles, and it is also the hand of his success and murder on the spot.

Ma Ren was slightly stunned when he heard this, squinted at him, and said hesitantly: "Poor and rich?"

"As you say, the poor sleep at night with their mother-in-law, who is getting older and older, and wake up during the day thinking about how to earn some food money to feed the family. Fan Siwen withdrew his fingers and tightened his nightgown.

This night, it started to get a little cold.

"In this world, it is not difficult for you to become rich, but it is rare how you can become a person who has the ability to keep this wealth. Fan Siwen stretched out his finger and pointed to the boat in the river, and said, "For example...... The three-story gold cave ship. ”

Ma Ren let out a chuckle, laughing because he didn't expect to hear a few vulgar descriptions from the mouth of a serious Fan Dacai. But he was very much satisfied with his matter of collecting rich land. He nodded, and asked, "So what? Do you agree with my classification?"

Fan Siwen smiled and said, "This is a lot of answers, for example, the living, the dead. ”

Ma Ren was slightly disdainful and noncommittal.

"As soon as the Tigers fall, this ship will be included in your land gate, and it will be in the future to make money. Fan Siwen turned his head to look at Ma Renyan and asked, "Are you satisfied with this kind of life?"

Ma Ren laughed when he heard this, the biggest source of income for the Tiger Gang is this green building, and the style of the ship land green building is even higher, which is one of the important sources of the Tiger Gang. Stretched out his palm to pat him on the shoulder, but when he saw the sudden cold face on his face, he stopped sneering, and said after a few dry laughs: "Satisfied! Satisfied!"

Now there is a strong enough backstage, and his two brothers are also leading the army to garrison the border. Although his father didn't give him hope, he always scolded him for not being able to write and martial arts, and he was a waste of firewood. But so what? As long as his father and brother don't fall, he'll be at ease. Even if he fell, these mountains of gold and silver would be enough for him to go to other places to live a low-key and worry-free life. Growing up in a military family since he was a child, although he is not as cruel as the court, he is not the kind of person who is really brainless. Even Fan Siwen couldn't help but shudder when he thought of his methods, and he couldn't help but be completely defenseless.

Remembering Fan Siwen's generosity before, he pondered for a moment and frowned and asked, "Brother Fan, a sick and weak scholar, really need to invite the Abyss Sword Cultivator so much?"

Ma Rentan refers to Jian Xiu's attack on Li Xiangru. This thing was done very secretly, and it seemed that he was trying to seize the secret protection of the Tsing Yi Gang, but in fact, he wanted to kill Li Xiangru. It's just that there were many accidents that didn't achieve his goal.

Hearing this, Fan Siwen turned his head and looked at Ma Renyan coldly.

Ma Renyan had a feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake, and a trace of sweat broke out unnaturally behind his back, and he lowered his head to avoid Fan Siwen's gaze.

Fan Siwen was very satisfied with Ma Ren's attitude, thinking that he would still have to rely on his strength in the future, although he was annoyed by his ignorance, he still explained: "The sword, if you use it well, you can kill." What is the last thing we lack? That is money, power. ”

Fan Siwen carried his hands behind his back, his body was straight, and an air of pride made him more and more scheming. He continued: "It is said that cultivation and mundane are two worlds, but how can they be separated? The cultivation materials that cultivators need require a large amount of gold and silver, and the ores need to be mined by mortals. Aren't they greedy? Of course not, but they're more greedy! They hide their greed behind a smile and a high-spirited appearance! If they are given what they want, they will die. When a sword kills the person you want to kill in the direction you want, the last thing you can't get entangled with is what it is for. ”

Fan Siwen turned his head and said to Ma Ren in a condescending attitude: "Remember, as long as you do what you like, you don't need to worry about the process to achieve your goal!"

Ma Ren nodded, not daring to care.

"This time, we just revealed a message to the Abyss Sword Cultivators, and they worked for it. Scold...... Although the results are not very satisfactory, there are still some gains. Fan Siwen's eyes narrowed, he looked at Ning'an Town, and muttered: "When King Ning'an put his hand into Ning'an Town, he was destined to be our enemy. Even if Emperor Jingzhi gave him a name, did he really think that this was their family's world?"

Ma Ren looked around, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. At least now it is still the world of Jingzhidi, and the people surnamed Wei are still sitting there steadily. Especially in the past six months, Emperor Jingzhi's tough methods have become more and more incomprehensible.

Fan Siwen felt a kind of disdain in his heart for Ma Ren's cautious reaction.

Father and son must be of the same mind? Not necessarily!

Throughout history, how many times has the imperial power been replaced, and the father and son have been filial?

The Seventh Prince was dissatisfied with Emperor Jingzhi's title of Prince Qiuhong as the King of Ning'an, and a follower beside him turned into a king before, how could he convince him arrogantly with military power in his hands?

Not to mention that he has been a prince for more than ten years! He thinks that he is humble and learns to handle government affairs, and he has done a good enough job on the surface. The countless encounters with the Seven Princes had their own merits, winning and losing, which gave him quite a headache. Trying his best to think about how to seize a part of the military power to restrain the Seventh Prince, the plan had just had some effect, but it was disrupted by the sudden and inconspicuous Eleventh Autumn Hong. Narrow-minded himself, he had a deeper resentment towards his high-ranking father.

"King Ning'an, it seems that he is infinitely pampered, but in fact, he has no foundation. Fan Siwen tapped his fingers lightly on the railing, and he felt the need to knock on his father again through Ma Renyan. Let him be on his side. He added: "The Seventh Prince has several armies in his hands, but after that incident five years ago, he lost the hearts of the people. No matter which general leads the army, under the leadership of such a person, he will inevitably feel cold. But as long as he ascends the throne, it is inevitable that there will be a good bow hiding the lackey and cooking the land. ”

Ma Ren slandered in his heart, the so-called Seven Princes of the Earth were indifferent when they saw that Lu Shishuai was killed, wasn't it all deliberately exaggerated propaganda by the prince's faction? For high-level children like them, how could they not imagine the conspiracy behind this? He even dared to guarantee that Fan Siwen and Lao Tzu would definitely be involved, and possibly even be the mastermind of the whole thing.

That's right, if Master Lu is here, it will be difficult for the Seventh Prince to establish enough prestige in the army. This has also become a lever to attack the Seven Princes. In the original conspiracy to exchange Lu Changfeng for the safe land of Gongzhou, the Seven Princes must be one of the people in the know.

Ma Renyan thought to himself, but remained silent. His father's power was subordinate to the Imperial City, which is why the prince's party never gave up on wooing them. His father remained unfazed and remained neutral. I started from Ma Renyan.

When Fan Siwen found him and said that he wanted to help him, he was wary of it. It's just that the piece of pie drawn by Fan Siwen is too tempting, and it is difficult to find anything unfavorable to him. He just fell into it step by step.

Ma Ren pondered for a moment, but still opened his mouth and shirked in a self-deprecating tone: "Huh...... I'm just a son of the house, and the least of them is a descendant of the Ma family. I can't sway my father's opinion. ”

Fan Siwen narrowed his eyes and let out a chuckle, not showing any displeasure on Ma Rentan's surface, and continued: "I understand the reason of the tree's great move. With the support of the old general Cheng Liben, the seventh prince could not want to grasp greater military power all his life. He felt that if he wanted to turn over and compete with the crown prince, he must firmly grasp the military power. When the Seventh Prince ran thousands of miles to Gongzhou to burn the city, he didn't know that it was a taboo. ”

Ma Renyan shook the wine jug in his hand and looked into the distance.

"But it was beautifully done. The first thing he did when he ran to the burning city was to cry, blame himself, and introduce Lu Changfeng as a teacher, and hold a memorial there, as a disciple. In front of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and soldiers, large and small, they burst into tears and were heartbroken. When Fan Siwen talked about this incident, the corners of his mouth hooked, revealing a mockery, and said: "If this cry wants to achieve the desired effect, it is to subdue the generals and generals, and the method of subduing them is nothing more than a combination of grace and power." It works great. ”

"Isn't that enough? As long as it has an effect, he is even more powerful. Everyone knows that this kind of team in the Burning City Land is the most elite iron cavalry in Jingguo!" Ma Ren tilted his head and said.

Fan Siwen smiled and said, "It's strange here, you say, why is the Lu family army so obedient when he cries?"

"Uh...... Isn't it the result of the combination of grace and power? What's more, aren't all the soldiers in the world from the emperor's family?"

"The most elite army must have its pride! Lu Changfeng died unjustly! The little soldier may not be able to figure out the stakes, but what about those generals? The military advisor An Zifeng is a wise man who plans far ahead, and Lu Changfeng's military orders are strict and iron-blooded. That team, it's so easy to compromise?" Fan Siwen shook his head and said, "After Lu Changfeng died, only a small number of people left. came to Yanjing to find justice and wanted revenge, but it was a very small wave of people. You say, why are so many people still willing to stay in the Burning City?"

Ma Ren thought about it and found that this was a very headache. This involves a much larger amount of information, and he doesn't have much at his disposal. He didn't want to think about it so much, now that he has money and women, there are a few big trees propped up above his head to let him cool off, and it's good to enjoy a life of drunken dreams and death. He lifted the flask high, poured the last sip of wine into his mouth, and said honestly, "I don't know, I don't want to think about it." As long as my father doesn't fall, as long as my brother is still around, I can still live this life of wine, meat and beauty!"

"Haha...... Innocent!" Fan Siwen raised his head and smiled, and suddenly sneered coldly: "Naive! If you want to remain neutral in this increasingly fierce struggle for imperial power, you are already offending people! Do you think that your father can really remain neutral as he wishes? Can he guarantee that he will not be settled by the queen of autumn when he reaches the top in the future?"

Ma Ren borrowed the strength of the wine, heard the words and was slightly annoyed, and said loudly: "So what? Can you guarantee that even if you help the right one, you will not be wary of my father and them in the future? Fan Siwen, don't treat me as a fool! Even if I am a fool, I also know what will be the end of a betrayer! You have always stood on the side of the prince, if he ascends to the top, he will naturally rise with the tide, but what about us? Even if we agree now, even if we don't settle accounts after the autumn, and we are lucky to save our lives after we sell our lives, how much scraps can we share?"