"Report that Dong Zhang's wing army has entered the set, and the troops are luring it into the hinterland of the canyon."

In the dark gorge at the foot of the mountain is the military camp where the Meng army is hidden.

Meng Zhixiang, who led the troops to personally confront Dong Jiajun, frowned when he heard this, and said, "Order Zhang Ye to stabilize him, and be sure to wait for someone to come in before making a move." ”

The scout was about to withdraw from the camp in response, and at this time Meng Zhixiang added, "In addition, quickly send a message to Zhao Tingyin, asking him to set fire to cut off the retreat of the wing army, and go straight to Langzhou and Quzhou." ”

After the "Order" scout withdrew, Song Zhi on the side looked excited, "Wonderful, Dong Zhang, without the wing army, is like a snake with a broken tail, no matter how difficult it is to take care of each other, even if he retains his strength, he can't imagine that you want to attack Shuangcheng, and he will lose a state." ”

Meng Zhixiang nodded with a smile on his face, and was about to speak, when another scout shouted "report" and hurriedly entered and handed a fire-lacquered letter.

Seeing this, Song Zhi stepped forward and waved his hand, and the scout withdrew.

Song Zhi inspected the fire paint and made sure that it was intact, so he gave it to Meng Zhixiang, "It's a piece in the house." ”

Meng Zhixiang took out the dagger and personally cut the fire paint, and took out the inner pulp, which turned out to be a narrow strip of silk cloth.

Meng Zhixiang frowned and pinched the candle flame to check, and then was shocked.

"What's wrong, sir?"

Meng Zhixiang handed the strip of silk cloth to Song Zhi with a calm face, Song Zhi saw that he looked ugly, and immediately checked it, and then he whispered two sentences because of shock, "Zhao Jichang has been killed by Concubine Ling Chide, how can this happen?"

Meng Zhixiang's face was gloomy: "He must have been shaded." ”

"You don't mean to say that Tang Huajin's son is still in the Meng Mansion, how can she abandon it?"

"She is a diehard loyal to the Tang Sect, otherwise she would not have agreed to Yi Zi back then, if Tang Xiang played tricks and gave her an order, do you think she would be loyal to her son?"

Song Zhi was sad when he heard this, "Alas, as soon as this Zhao Jichang dies, the controllable power in the Chu Palace will be reduced sharply, our plan"

"The difficulty now is not planning, but self-preservation, and I'm worried that there will be changes in the Chu Palace."

"You mean that the forces of the king will take advantage of the opportunity"

"If it's just him, we still have a chance, I'm afraid it's really Tang Huajin who is making trouble, then it's okay"

"No," Song Zhi was emotional, "If you move the king, you will move herself, and that is a self-defeating way." ”

"What if she wasn't afraid of death"

"This," Song Zhi's forehead was dripping with sweat, "for today's plan, the only way to do it is to kill her." ”

Meng Zhixiang glanced at Song Zhi, "Twenty years ago, we were going to poison Ma Yin, she protected it, Ma Yin lived until the end of his life, you and I couldn't do it, I could only respond to her request, now you said that killing her, are you really not afraid that she will go crazy and poison my son to death first?"

After Song Zhi's mouth opened a few times, he closed the current situation stupidly, making it clear that the other party really wanted to make a mistake, and it was only their own side that threw the mouse.

Meng Zhixiang saw that he couldn't answer, and after sighing himself, his eyes were deep, "If I were her, killing Zhao Jichang would be a declaration of war with me, as long as I coax my son, she can learn from that martial artist to control the government, so that Chu State is hers, not my meal." So, what do you say we should do now"

Song Zhi rolled his eyes, "Immediately notify the secret chess in the Chu Palace, pay attention to Tang Huajin's movements, and let the king keep a distance from Tang Huajin."

"No, no, we should take a salary." Meng Zhixiang looked at Song Zhi and solemnly emphasized, "You must always remember that what I want is not just a throne." ”

At night, some people plotted, and some people sold money.

Located in the brothel in the flower lane of Changsha Fu, the warbler sings and dances, the paper is drunk and golden, and there is ridicule and charm everywhere.

In this place where the strangers and geisha would mingle on the porch, a plainclothes attendant guarded a room on the second floor, forbidding others to approach.

In this room, there are three people, Peng Yu, Zhang Yingju, and Zhang Yanyao.

They gathered together at the table and talked in a low voice, and on the table was the map that Peng Yu had drawn out this time.

"This is the troop map I drew from my personal investigation." Peng Ji nodded the circled part, "These foreign soldiers have no intention of political affairs, they just want to live safely in the fiefdom, if the war starts, they will be watchers, and they don't have to worry." He pointed to the crossed-out part again, "These are the troops of the clan and the loyal monarch's faction, when the banner is raised, they will definitely fight with them, if you want to win the first battle with the minimum loss, the best way is to encircle and suppress these places at the same time." ”

Zhang Yanyao shook her head dissatisfiedly, "The troops are limited, and they are scattered to fight, this is the next policy."

"That's right, so it's up to the two adults to turn things around."

Zhang Yingju glanced at Zhang Yanyao, "We can ask for a debriefing, so that the dragons everywhere are leaderless, but if they come at the same time, this will be difficult."

"Don't worry, chance, I'll help you get ready."

The two glanced at each other and looked at Peng Ji expectantly.

Peng Ji smiled and said, "Within three days, the opportunity will appear, don't be too surprised by the two of you." ”

Just when they were chatting secretly, there was also a gathering in Qiandu's mansion, and the four clan relatives who had escaped the catastrophe and eased these days sat around the wine table and talked quietly.

"I don't care what you think, I don't think we can sit still."

"That's right, we got away with it this time, and we don't know when there will be a next time we have to take precautions."

Qian Du stretched out a finger and gently tapped the table, "Everyone, let's live the rest of our lives, and now we have to strike first." ”

"Big brother, if you want to serve a new lord, I approve of it"

"I'm in favor of it too"

"Me too"

After several people quickly expressed their positions, they directly cared about the most important question, "Big brother, who is the candidate in your heart?"

Qian Du blinked, "Sixth son." ”

"I think it's good, the seventh is good."

"The sixth son and the seventh son are both good, if you talk about respect for us, it should be the sixth son."

"Have you forgotten that there is a person who prays for the king" Ma Zheng, who has not been very obvious in the clan, opened his mouth, he is the son of Ma Cun, the brother of the first prince, and has been leading the Yongshun army with his father.

The other three were stunned when they heard this.

"The king is missing, you are still there"

"It's missing, it's not dead."

"Praying for the king is indeed good." Qian Du picked his chin, "But a missing person, even if we want to hold it, we have to be able to get in touch." ”

"I'll do the contact, as long as you choose him."

Qian Du smiled when he heard this, "It seems that you have found him." ”

Ma Zheng stood up, "There are so many heirs of the first king, what are they like, don't they all know in their hearts, I am optimistic about him all the time"

"If it's the king, I have no opinion."

"Pray for the king, I agree to choose him."

"I said, are you confused," Qian Du also stood up at this time, "Should you choose Mingjun now, what you should choose is what we can control, and it is absolutely dependent on us."

Several clan relatives glanced at each other and nodded frequently, but Ma Zheng was silent.