Chapter 143: Wu Na reappears

The weather is getting colder and colder, taking away the dead leaves.

It's harvest time again, and no matter what the harvest is, there is always a glimmer of hope for survival. The original 'chaos' in various places has also calmed down under the cruel suppression of the Whampoa Flying Dragon. The same is true of the rivers and lakes, the original covenant of the former Dacheng, to give the Southern Liao barbarians a look at the action, but also because of the mysterious disappearance of Situ Feng, the owner of the world's first village, and in the absence of movement, the major 'gate' factions all died down and began to recruit new apprentices.

The great 'chaos' in the world has entered a relatively peaceful period, and every person with great wisdom is arranging a big net in the dark, ready to fight for that ten thousand opportunities at the moment when the heroes rise together.

Mo Zhanpeng was in a coma for a month, and he didn't have time to digest the dreamlike thing after waking up. just secretly said: "The timing change is fleeting, this comatose month, I'm afraid that the biggest benefit has been taken by others, and Xue'er, the secret division has always been difficult, and he has suffered a lot under the secret division, although there is a rain and morning to each other, but ......" With a thousand thoughts, Mo Zhanpeng coldly rejected Jiu'er's kindness, walked out of the temple, and went to the intelligence department instead.

Along the way, I didn't see a few disciples of the Killing Pavilion, only three or two of them were cleaning there.

Mo Zhanpeng's heart was uneasy, and he remembered the scene in the dream, and his head was actually 'messed up' for a while, this feeling was very bad, very bad, and he only felt that there was a big stone blocked in his heart.

Unknowingly, when I arrived at the Intelligence Division, there was no guard at the 'door'. This Intelligence Department has always been the most important place in the Killing Pavilion, and even stores the second-level confidential documents of the Killing Pavilion, although these second-level confidential documents are not particularly related, but the disciples in the Pavilion, in the month when he was in a coma, were so loose, he couldn't help but not be angry.

Mo Zhanpeng flicked the ruthless sword, making a crisp sound of "ding". If Yu Chen was here, he would definitely understand that this was his own sect that took the initiative to kill.

"Squeak." Mo Zhanpeng pushed the 'door' and entered.

A fragrant fragrance with a hint of familiarity came to the face. Mo Zhanpeng furrowed his brows and strode in. There was no one in the room, and there was a thick pile of information on the seventeen or eighteen tables. He walked over to the table closest to him and grabbed the top piece of information.

It reads: The three northern provinces of the Hua Dynasty, because of the continuous drought and the impact of bandits and displaced people, Guisheng Province, one of the three provinces, patrolled Li Guang to cheat and devour disaster relief food, which can be obtained.

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A thousand words were sprinkled on the paper, starting from the analysis of the drought, to the official fraud and favoritism, to the issue of people's customs, and even the officials above the clerk level of Guisheng Province had a detailed analysis.

At the end of the pen, there is a row of juanxiu small characters, which are criticized like this: This province can be obtained, and Wei Qi lurks down in the shadows, envelops officials, wins the support of the local army, and closes the relationship with local tycoons.

The small lines of graceful characters looked like the ink had not yet dried, as if they had just been written. Mo Zhanpeng put down this information, and saw that next to this pile of information, there was a celadon tea cup, and it was still steaming. It seems that this batch of readers has just left.

Who is this man? Looking at this juanxiu font, I think it should be from a 'female'. Could it be her? Mo Zhanpeng walked around the table in these nineteen chapters, selected one or two pieces of information, and looked at it with some surprise, and found that these contents were similar to what he saw just now, except that the provinces had changed, the officials had changed, and the secret chess of the faction had also changed.

Mo Zhanpeng looked at this table, and there were no less than 100 pieces of information like this. With such a calculation, even if it is arranged by yourself, I am afraid that it is only this level.

Shangguan Youyun is indeed the most outstanding generation of the Shangguan family, even the old thief of Shangguan Feilong also looks at this 'girl' differently.

It's just that...... Mo Zhanpeng 'touched' a newly moved Rosewood Narcissus Falling Flying Wooden Chair, and secretly mused: "This Shangguan Youyun has won the initiative of the Lore Killing Pavilion so easily, and there must be the help of my Luoyun Imperial Family." ”

Mo Zhanpeng leaned on the wooden chair of the red sandalwood narcissus, squinted his eyes habitually, calculated everything he might face, and slowly, I don't know when, his body was a little tired, and he fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was shocked, why did I fall asleep like this. In the past eighteen years, this was absolutely impossible, it seems that the dream still has some effect on his body, and the words of the mysterious Jiu'er are right.

"Awake? Would you like to eat something. A faint voice came from the side. Mo Zhanpeng swept the eiderdown blanket covering his body, and his brows were undetectable. just raised his head, and when he met the pair of concerned eyes, he had already returned to his usual indifferent appearance: "I have already eaten it when I came just now, thank you for the blanket of Miss Shangguan." ”

Shangguan Youyun's eyes were full of affection. Mo Zhanpeng just didn't pay attention, he folded the eiderdown blanket, Mo Zhanpeng folded the eiderdown blanket, put it on the newly moved rosewood daffodil flying wooden chair, and said with a faint smile: "Thanks to the Shangguan girl for taking care of the lore pavilion during this time, but staying up late at the 'girl' family is always not good for your health, so it's better to rest early today." ”

"It's okay, I've stayed up late for the family a lot in the past few years, it's just a trivial matter, it just so happens that there are dozens of pieces of information here, and Yun'er didn't have time to deal with it. Since the sect leader is here, he will 'hand' over to the sect leader. Yun'er just wants to ask for a job of adding tea and grinding. Shangguan Youyun said softly, in the shadow of the candle flame, his delicate face became more and more delicate.

Mo Zhanpeng was strange in his heart, Shangguan Youyun was originally a very proud 'girl', and she had the courage to not let her eyebrows. Even I admired a little bit, how did I wake up. This 'female' 'sex' has become so soft, especially with such a low-eyebrow appearance, where is it still like Shangguan Youyun who forced him to be round a few days ago. Didn't you use some demon magic by those nine children? I have a lot of calculations in my heart.

Mo Zhanpeng didn't show any 'show' on his face, but just nodded and said, "Dare not obey your fate." ”

Shangguan Youyun happily took out an embroidery bag from his sleeve, poured out a few green leaves from the tip of his teeth, and put it on the hot water to cover the tea leaves, and suddenly a fragrance wafted out. Suddenly, she picked up the brewed tea bowl and said softly: "This is a craft that the slave family learned from Mama, don't underestimate this tea, it's best to refresh your mind." ”

The two chatted like this for a long time, from the current form of the Lore Killing Pavilion, to the general trend of the world, as well as the arrangements of various secret chess, and even the movements of all parties in the martial arts, they all discussed them one by one.

Although it did not involve the 'daughter' and 'private' affairs, Shangguan Youyun was also very happy, and he couldn't wait to go back and kiss his father. While grinding, she peeked at the contemplative appearance of the man in front of her, and the flickering candle flame reflected his brown 'colored' eyes, like two deep 'labyrinth' palaces, trying to suck herself into it whole. If it was in the past, how could I have such treatment, I would have been politely pushed out. Daddy's words are really right, Jiang is still old and spicy.

Just when Shangguan Youyun was secretly 'fascinated', he felt that the aura on Mo Zhanpeng's body changed, and that kind of cold was like putting a big ice cube beside her.

She looked at the information in Mo Zhanpeng's hand, the candle flame was flickering, and the characters were small and completely unclear. Shangguan Youyun hesitated, but still cautiously asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Mo Zhanpeng casually handed over the information in his hand. Shangguan Youyun took it and quickly looked at it, it turned out that this was about a 'girl' named Wu Na, and it talked about many things about this 'girl' in detail, until later, this 'girl' actually magically changed from a singer of the Qinglou to a personal 'attendant' and 'woman' of Huangpu Feilong, and recently became the head of the secret division.

This information seems to be a little amazing. Not to mention the fact that the Qinglou singer became the emperor's personal 'attendant' and 'woman', the appointment of the head of the secret division alone was too illusory to happen. The secret division is the eye of the Whampoa Flying Dragon, and in recent years, it has not only established a huge spy team, but also 'inserted' a lot of hidden weapons among the ministers of the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China, even if they have some in the Shangguan family, they just found out by themselves and did not move it. for fear of provoking the already suspicious Whampoa Feilong.

To say that the violent suppression was so fast is also related to the rapid action of the Secret Division. However, this time the action of the secret division is really a bit exquisite, even the father is full of praise, saying that there is guidance from a master. Isn't that this Wu Na?

Thinking of this court, there is also a 'girl' who is not inferior to himself. Shangguan Youyun had the idea of competing, she raised the information with her bare hands, and said confidently: "Even if this Wu Na has a thousand schemes, I can also give her one by one." ”

Mo Zhanpeng didn't respond, as if thinking about something.

Shangguan Youyun looked at his slightly locked eyebrows, the pair of 'fan' brown 'color' eyes, and couldn't help but say: "Zhanpeng, don't worry, Yun'er, the gang of people in the Secret Division, knows that it's okay to make a small fuss, as long as Yun'er gets serious, those scum are not enough to see at all, there is one more Wu Na, and Yun'er thinks that she can completely deal with it." ”

Mo Zhanpeng seemed to have just come back to his senses and glanced at her, his originally deep brown eyes were a little cold.

Shangguan Youyun felt a sudden slap in his heart, for fear that that ambiguous Zhanpeng would make him unhappy. Regardless of his own face, he was about to apologize. Mo Zhanpeng's voice sounded in his ears: "She was originally a traitor to our Killing Pavilion, a venerable holy aunt, I have visited her for many years, but there is no result, I didn't expect her to be the lackey of Huangpu Feilong." ”

No wonder Mo Zhanpeng was so angry, it turned out to be because of this. Shangguan Youyun was secretly overjoyed, the word Zhanpeng was shouted today, and he couldn't help refusing in the future. As for this Wu Na, it is not a threat at all, even if the scheme really can't fight her, assassination is, if you want to talk about assassination, there is no shortage of means in the Killing Pavilion.

Seeing that Mo Zhanpeng was in a bad mood, he seemed to want to be alone, and Shangguan Youyun didn't want to touch his head, so he found an excuse for lack of self and went down to rest. When I went back to my house, I remembered that it was cold at night, and Mo Zhanpeng didn't seem to be wearing much, and besides, he was busy for so long, and he was hungry.

Shangguan Youyun couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, so he called rouge and ordered a few words of snacks and side dishes, as well as Daddy's thin rabbit 'hair' cloak that was quite cold-proof, and then he fell asleep peacefully. Who knows, this awakening, I actually got the news of Rouge's death.