In the military department, Lord Jing is still in the palace, thinking about something with his eyes closed. Fingers tapped at the chair beside him little by little, perhaps a decision, Lord Jing opened his eyes, paced to the desk, waved his hand and wrote a line, and shouted a few words to the cronies outside.

The cronie walked into the room, Lord Jing sealed the letter, handed it to the cronie, and said, "You can help me send this post to the palace and hand it to Lord Wang Cen." Let's just say, in the evening, I set up a banquet in the Pinxiang Pavilion and invite Lord Wang to talk about it. After sending the post, you stop by Pinxiangge and help me arrange a private room. Wait there, I'll be there shortly. “

"Yes. When the cronie had received the letter, he withdrew.

Lord Jing was the only one left in the room, and he sighed, walked over to Android, picked up the windproof shawl, and seemed to plan to go out.

On the desk, the wick of the bright kerosene lamp shook slightly, and soon straightened up. Facing the desk, Lord Jing was also a martial arts practitioner, he was keenly aware of something, turned his head sharply, and shouted vigilantly: "Who." “

Lord Jing's reaction was really fast. It exceeded my expectations. An unfamiliar voice echoed through the room. Lord Jing vigilantly looked around, and when he turned back, he saw a man standing in front of him.

A man dressed in a blue pigment robe, Lord Jing took a step back, and leaned on the desk with his waist on his waist.

He said, "Who are you?

"Hmph, my words, Lord Jing, you are also a dying person, and it is useless to ask so much. The man smiled slightly, his eyes narrowed.

"Dying man, you want me to checkmate, and let me know who killed me, who sent you to kill me. Lord Jing said silently. From the breath, Lord Jing couldn't feel his presence at all. This person's martial arts should be above himself, if someone sends him to kill him, he should not be able to escape. What you can do is to leave a good clue. If there is any possibility, it should be Wang Cen, because only Wang Cen himself knows best. In addition, I only told Wang Cen in the morning. Regardless of whether the person behind this is Wang Cen or not, this matter has an inescapable relationship with Wang Cen!

As he spoke, Master Jing touched the brush behind him that had just been used, and he was inked, wanting to write down the clues.

"Haha, you get it. Seeing that you are also a dying person, I can have great mercy and fulfill half of your wishes. chased and killed you because someone gave a chase order,

As for who, I can't say. You don't need to know, you just need to know, you're a scapegoat. After speaking, his hand slowly opened, and countless tiny black worms emerged from his hands, and the black worms burrowed into Lord Jing's six orifices.

Although Lord Jing tried to detain the black worms in his nostrils and mouth, it was too late!

Lord Jing's hands covered his throat, his face was hideous, blood slowly flowed out from the seven orifices, Lord Jing stretched out his hand, wanted to grab the man in front of him, and said hoarsely: "You, Nanlin!" Before the words were finished, and the hand was only halfway through, Lord Jing fell to the ground.

The man stretched out his hand, and those tiny black worms crawled out of Lord Jing's mouth and nose, and obediently ran into the man's hands. Faded into little beads. The man put the beads into a small bag of tips.

looked at Lord Jing, who had no breath in front of him, and then looked at the unfinished handwriting on Lord Jing's desk.

The man gently placed the piece of paper on which he had written the words into the middle of the blank paper. Then he left the room with a smile!

In the room, there was only one person left, but the difference was that this Lord Jing couldn't speak anymore!

In the Pinxiang Pavilion, Wang Cen had already appeared in the box, and drank a pot of tea.

The cronie stood by all the time.

Perhaps it was because he had waited for a long time, Wang Cen put down the teacup and said to Lord Jing's cronies behind him: "Lord Jing, is it indeed here?"

The cronie said respectfully: "Yes, my lord, I said that I will come soon, maybe there is something delayed, please ask Elder Wang for a while." “

"Hmph, Lord Jing made an appointment with the old man, but he was late for a long time, which is really inappropriate. If something hadn't happened, you should go and urge Master Jing, the old man's body would not be able to wait. Wang Cen said unhappily.

"Yes, please wait a moment again, little one, go and urge Lord Jing. With that, the cronies exited the door.

Wang Cen snorted, added a new cup of tea, just raised it, and put it to his mouth. The door behind him was pushed open.

Wang Cen didn't look back, and said, "You came back quickly, is Lord Jing here?"

The door behind him closed after Wang Cen's voice settled. Wang Cen also noticed that something was wrong. Looking back, what came in behind him was a little second dressed up.

Wang Cen frowned and said, "Old man, there's nothing more." “

The little second put the tea in his hand on the table, and said in a strange voice: "This is a small one for Wang Cen Wang Lao, Wang Lao is afraid that he will not be able to wait for Lord Jing." “

Wang Cen put down the tea in his hand vigorously, and the teacup collided with the table, making a lot of noise, expressing his displeasure.

"What do you mean by that?"

The little second still lowered his head, his hat pressed his eyes, and said, "Lord Jing, you may not be able to catch up, Elder Wang, you might as well listen to Xiao's words." “

"Who are you, what do you want to say, and who sent you!" Wang Cen said vigilantly.

"It doesn't matter where the small one comes from, the important thing is that this pot of good tea was given by Emperor Xixuan. “

"What!" Wang Cen couldn't help but startle, and the stool behind him fell to the ground and made a loud noise. The subordinate outside the door asked with concern through the closed door, "Elder Wang, are you okay?" “

"It's fine. Wang Cen said. Naturally, he won't let others know who this person is!

"That's right, that's right, Elder Wang, if people find out that you are colluding with Xixuan's people, you really can't tell anything!" The little two smiled slightly and helped Elder Wang's stool up. "Elder Wang, don't worry, the little one is coming, it is the emperor who has something to say to Elder Wang. “

"What?"

"The emperor said that Wang Lao and himself are people in the same boat, please Wang Lao, think about it, and then do what to do and who to do it for!"

Wang Cen sat down on the stool weakly, his face was pale, and he suddenly understood the cause and effect of many things in his heart.

He closed his eyes weakly and said, "What do you want the old man to do?"

"That's right, Wang Cen, Wang Lao. The little two said with a smile.

In the Taiping Palace, a eunuch was hurrying to the emperor. said anxiously: "Emperor, it's not good." “

"What's bad?" asked Long Xiang, stroking his forehead.

"Si Bingfu's Fu Si, Lord Jing, is dead!"

"What?"

Long Xiang gasped, he vaguely knew in his heart that it seemed that Xixuan's plan had begun!