On the same night, when it was time to fall asleep, there were some people who had insomnia like Hua Long, and his younger brother Hua Yun was one of them.

The Earl's Court, Huayun's room.

The simple but practical furnishings were reasonably arranged in the spacious room, and Hua Yun, as the owner of the room, was reclining on his bed at this time, and he didn't even take off the night clothes used for going out.

Lying on his back, he put his arm on his forehead and his mind fell into a light sleep......

"Brother, wait for me, wait for me!"

On the path of the mountain stream, there was a green and green color, and the two children ran one after the other, and the child with a bucket and a fishing rod in front ran very fast, and gradually left his younger brother behind.

The younger brother immediately cried, and he cried very loudly.

"Don't cry, Huayun!" the boy ran back and touched his brother's head, "If you cry like this, you'll become a crybaby!"

"Then don't leave me. ”

"Got it, you're my most important brother!"

"Hmm!" the child nodded twice in a row in affirmation, and the eldest brother's appearance gradually became full of sunshine warmth.

However, in the next moment, the picture suddenly changed......

Earl of Onno, in his father's room.

"Have you memorized all the texts you memorized today?"

The older child nodded affirmatively: "It's done." ”

The father then said, "Then you can memorize and listen to it, and you can start with the third paragraph." With that, my father opened the article.

The boy immediately put his hands behind his back and recited in an adult tone, and he memorized it very well without a single blemish, and his father nodded from time to time to encourage him.

"Hua Yun, what about you?"

"I ......"

The father looked very angry, and he punished Hua Yun's palm heavily, "Why do you always play, why don't you read more books?"

"Father, I ......"

"Don't argue, hurry back to the house to endorse the book, and don't have lunch if you can't finish memorizing. ”

“......”

In Hua Yun's study.

He was sitting on the desk by the window reciting a book, when there was a burst of laughter from the yard, it was the laughter of the eldest brother and his father, he looked out the window, and saw his father with a gentle smile wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief for the eldest brother and led him out.

The picture suddenly went black......

"Father, where are you?" Hua Yun cried and shouted: "Don't leave me, don't leave me, I'm your son, I'm Hua Yun!" In the helpless terror, the laughter of the eldest brother Hua Long lingered like a dream demon......

Hua Yun was awakened in an instant!

He sat up and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, in fact his heart was in turmoil, he did not know whether to give the letter to Marshal Ron, if it was given to him, then the Prime Minister Ronte would be finished, and the eldest brother he hated would go to hell with him.

But what about the father?

I'm afraid I will be implicated too!

What do you do?

For the first time, Hua Yun was caught in a dilemma.

......

In the early hours of the next morning.

The buildings and streets of the imperial capital are still asleep in the night, and people are still wandering in their dreams.

On the foggy street, a horse-drawn carriage stopped on the side of the road.

At this moment, a mysterious man wrapped in a black robe walked out of a nearby alley, and he cautiously looked around and then stood next to the carriage.

A crack opened in the window, and a letter wrapped in a cowhide was handed out.

"Give it to Captain Batovwan. The person in the car whispered.

The person who came suddenly hesitated, "Then what do I say?"

"Let's just say that you bumped into Cholik on the road and snatched the letter in the fight, but Cholik ran away, and you don't know where he ran to!"

"Got it. ”

......

Marshal's palace at dawn.

"Sir. The butler knocked at the door.

It was difficult for Ron to sleep at night because of his age, and early morning was a precious sleep time for him, and this time was absolutely not allowed to be disturbed unless it was a particularly important matter, which he naturally knew quite well as the steward of the Marshal's Mansion.

But at this moment, he did not hesitate to knock on the door of Marshal Ron's room.

After a few moments, Ron woke up......

The gray-headed old man was not angry, for he knew very well that the butler must have something important to report, so he sat up.

"What's the matter?"

The butler answered outside the door: "Master, Captain Batov is here to visit, and it is about Qiulik!"

"Oh!" Marshal Ron sat up sharply, "let him wait for me in the study!"

......

The dawn of the morning has not even dispelled the gloom of the night, but intrigue and intrigue are ready to move.

The study of the Marshal's Palace.

A few simple pairs of armor, shelves full of military books, a sofa, a desk, and a few pots of vibrant plants in the window glow bright green in the sun.

At this moment, Batov stood in front of the window and looked at these flowers and plants, with a rare good mood on his face.

A moment later, the door was pushed open, and Marshal Ron strode in.

At this time, it was only five minutes before Bartov entered the door!

It can be seen from this how excited and anxious Marshal Ron is at the moment!

Seeing Marshal Ron enter the door, Batov didn't say anything superfluous, but directly took out the letter handed to him by his adjutant carefully, and then handed it to Marshal Ron's hand, and in the process, Batov obviously noticed that Marshal Ron's hands and body were trembling slightly.

After all, he had been fighting with Prime Minister Rongte, an old bastard for nearly half a century, and now he had finally caught the other party's fatal handle, as long as he confirmed that the letter was true and forwarded it to His Majesty, then ......

Thinking of this, Marshal Ron suddenly smiled.

"This letter?"

"One of my lieutenants named Temas discovered Tchulik's whereabouts last night, and although he escaped after a fight, the letter fell!" Batov repeated the words of his lieutenant, but he did not know the truth of the words, after all, it was not his specialty.

Marshal Ron sat back at his desk and took out his reading glasses, which he carefully rubbed with his thumb and then sniffed, and then with his reading glasses, he carefully discerned the red seal on the seal and the eagle pattern formed by the wax from a very close distance.

This process was very careful and cautious, so it lasted more than ten minutes.

"Butler!" suddenly shouted Marshal Ron.

"Sir, did you call me?"

"Get him. ”

The butler was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood what Marshal Ron meant, "I'll go now." ”

"Is there anything wrong with this letter?" asked Batov.

Marshal Ron shook his head slowly, "The cowhide used in this envelope is a specialty of the Tucker Plains of the Fire Empire, it has a strange fragrance that does not disperse for a long time, it belongs to the tribute of the Fire Empire, and it cannot be owned by non-imperial relatives and magnates, and secondly, the seal on this envelope is indeed the private seal of Duke Nax, this thing is difficult to imitate, and the wax is very complete and the eagle-like pattern has not been damaged or repaired in the slightest!"

He said all this in order to convey to Batov that the letter was genuine, at least on the surface, and that it had never been opened!

"But the content of the letter?" Batov was a little worried, he was afraid that the content of the letter would not be enough to bring down Prime Minister Youngter, and that such a case would provoke more violent retaliation from the other side.

"As for the content, let's talk about it when he comes!"

Half an hour later......

A nobleman appeared in Field Marshal Ron's study, and even Bartov looked incredulous when he saw this man.

How could it be him?

"Why are you here now?" Marshal Ron's tone was full of displeasure.

The nobleman hurriedly explained: "Marshal, you don't know, my identity is too embarrassing, if someone sees me enter the marshal's mansion, then I'm afraid it will be ......."

However, his words were interrupted by Marshal Ron at this time, "Don't be verbose, you can see if this letter is real or fake, whether it is the one you said?"

After looking at it a few times, the nobleman said, "Please bring some alcohol, ink and ......."

Marshal Ron immediately instructed the butler to prepare all the things he needed.

After a while, everything was done, and Marshal Ron hurriedly asked anxiously, "How is it?"

"Please wait. The nobleman cautiously blended a white transparent solvent and said: "If the letter is true, then there should be a hidden number in the lower left corner of it, if it is fake, then there can be no such technique, after all, this is high-level alchemy, and ordinary people cannot imitate it." ”

Hearing these words, Marshal Ron and Batov both showed incredible expressions, and at the same time looked forward to it even more.

However, just as the nobleman was about to pour the solution onto the envelope, Marshal Ron suddenly called out to him, "Will this destroy the integrity of the envelope?"

"Marshal, you have been overthinking, this liquid will soon evaporate and will not destroy the envelope. ”

"If the numbers are displayed, how much does that mean the letter I need?"

"Twenty-eight!"

Field Marshal Ron nodded and motioned for the nobleman to continue, but his hands clenched with nervousness.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze!

Finally......

After counting the breaths, black numbers appeared on the corners of the envelope, and the numbers became clearer as the solution soaked.

"Twenty-eight! It's twenty-eight!" Batov exclaimed excitedly when he saw the number.

"Congratulations to the marshal!" the nobleman hurriedly flattered him.

However, this originally exciting moment did not make Marshal Ron happy, and he picked up the letter with a look of regret and sigh, and he probably wondered how good it would have been if it had come ten years earlier.

"Your Excellency, Marshal?"

Bartov's voice pulled Marshal Ron back to reality, and at this moment, the number on the envelope had disappeared.

"Are you sure?" asked Marshal Ron, with great seriousness.

"Yes, I'm sure that's the letter. ”

"Good, great, really good!" said Marshal Ron, who was a little excited after a while.

Seeing that Marshal Ron believed it, the nobleman hurriedly asked, "What about my ......?"

"Your benefits are indispensable, I will give you another 100,000 gold coins, and as long as the old puppet of Prime Minister Ront falls, you can immediately take office in the Imperial House of Representatives!"

Suddenly, the nobleman thanked him and left!

"My lord, what are we going to do next?" asked Batov hurriedly after the nobleman left.

In fact, he himself thought that he should present it to His Majesty in public at the court meeting, so that not only could he be foolproof, but also could cooperate with His Majesty to take the opportunity to wipe out his henchmen, as for the generals of those armies, they were very snobbish, and once the big tree of Prime Minister Rongte fell, they would probably immediately run to the big tree of Marshal Ron.

And Batov's thoughts are basically the same as those of Marshal Ron, except that the latter thinks more delicately.

"Without further ado, today's court meeting will solve the old puppet of Prime Minister Rongte!" Marshal Ron continued: "You must immediately make arrangements to keep the army on standby, ready to assist the Tianwei Army in clearing out the henchmen of Prime Minister Rongte in the imperial capital, and integrate the army of the Northern Governor and even the Southern Governor as soon as possible!"

"Yes, I'll arrange it. ”

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