The night was late, and the weather was cold and tight.

The hustle and bustle of Taiping Town at night has returned to silence.

The hall of the Taiping Society is also brightly lit.

Wu Qianyuan sat on the cast iron chair and worked hard to write, a bowl of ginseng soup was placed in his hand, it was already cold, and he didn't even bother to take a sip.

However, the paperwork on the long moire case did not seem to have diminished because of his diligence, but seemed to be getting higher and higher, almost drowning his thin body in the cast iron chair.

The old maid in Mai came in and bowed down and said, "Master, Mr. Meng has arrived." ”

"Oh?"

Wu Qianyuan, who was submerged behind the mountain of papers, seemed to be a little surprised in his tone: "Please let her in." ”

"Yes. ”

The old maid in Mai turned around and walked out quickly.

Not long after, Meng Xiaojun came in, wearing the pomegranate skirt she wore when she first walked into this lobby, still so peerless, and captivating the country and the city.

But the Wuqian Abyss, which was submerged behind the paperwork, obviously did not appreciate this picturesque beauty.

"Unexpectedly, you didn't leave with Yan Jinghong. ”

This was the first thing Wu Qianyuan said after hearing her footsteps.

Meng Xiaojun's face did not change.

The hand shrouded in the big sleeve suddenly pinched and turned white.

The empty lobby with an unobstructed view gave her an infinite sense of oppression at the moment.

She smiled faintly and said, "Why did the leader of the Ukrainian League say this?"

Someone stood up behind the pile of tall documents, only to hear Wu Qianyuan's voice coming from behind the documents: "Zhang Chu and I both admire Mr. very much for his temperament in not letting him have his eyebrows, why should Mr. lie and surrender his identity? Don't you think that sending Yan Jinghong out of town is too smooth? Taiping Town of the Taiping Society, can there be such an obvious hole for Mr. to drill?"

As the saying goes, you don't need a hammer to beat a drum.

It seems that first-class smart people like Wu Qianyuan and Meng Xiaojun are already very explicit when they talk about it to this point.

Meng Xiaojun first felt a chill in his heart, and secretly said, "My life is over."

The Taiping Society blocked the gate of the town, but she let her go without permission, and now she is back to the net, how can she die?

But then she felt that something was not quite right.

I let Yan Jinghong go.

But you, Wu Qianyuan, knew that I let Yan Jinghong go, not only did you stop it, but you also deliberately created a loophole to let me send Yan Jinghong out, it's not that there is nothing wrong with it, right?

She had just jumped to the heart of her throat and slowly fell back into her chest.

She didn't answer, she wanted to see what Wu Qianyuan wanted to say when she invited her.

There was a moment of silence in the lobby.

I only heard a very subtle sound of "pop", which seemed to be the sound of a brush resting on the inkstone.

Wu Qianyuan walked out from behind the long case of the cloud pattern and said in a long voice: "Come on, serve tea." ”

"Tea is free, drinking tea at this hour will cause insomnia, take a cup of water. ”

When Meng Xiaojun saw his people, he slowly regained his calm and calm bearing, and said unhurriedly.

Wu Qianyuan smiled and said meaninglessly: "Mr. Meng is really exquisite. ”

He walked down the steps, picked a chair at random and sat down, and then made a "please" gesture to Meng Xiaojun towards the chair opposite him.

Meng Xiaojun lifted the corner of his skirt and sat beside him.

Wu Qianyuan didn't see it, and said to himself: "I deliberately let you send Yan Jinghong away, because I don't want to form a mortal enmity with the Yan family and your alliance......

Meng Xiaojun smiled faintly, but rudely interrupted his words: "At night, the heroic posture of the Sun Hall Master killing the Quartet and the whole town of Dasuo is not like he doesn't want to make a mortal enemy with my Tianxing Alliance!"

Wu Qianyuan also smiled: "Mr. doesn't have to use words to take me, where did today's incident start, presumably Mr. knows in his heart, what is my status in Taiping Town, and Mr. should also have a number in his heart." ”

"Sun Tang is mainly killing people, I can't stop it, I don't dare to stop it, if I force it, Mr. is only afraid that it will be difficult to sit here and talk to me cleanly. ”

Meng Xiaojun was unmoved.

It's all over, so what's the deal with you?

Pointless.

"Even if I can understand Hall Master Sun, the Lord of the Umeng, and everything the Taiping Society did tonight, what is the use? There are so many children who have died, this is not something that can be erased with a few fluttering words. ”

"I can wipe it with a few words!"

Wu Qianyuan smiled easily: "A group of so-called 'everyone' who can't be high or low, even if they hate me and Zhang Chu, what can they do with our two brothers?"

"Come to Xuanbei Prefecture to seek revenge on us?"

"It doesn't matter to our brothers, there are thousands of mountains and rivers in Xuanbei Prefecture, which mountain can bury people, and every water can clean our hands, I just hope they don't think they are thousands of miles away. ”

Women have a talent for analyzing whether a man really doesn't care or pretends not to care.

At this moment, Meng Xiaojun looked at the smile on the corner of Wu Qianyuan's mouth, and he only felt shuddering in his heart.

Wu Qianyuan didn't notice the change in her eyes.

After a pause, he continued: "Of course, no one wants to see things become the way they are now, but if it doesn't happen, it has already happened, and it's useless to feel sorry for yourself, it's better to think about how to face and solve it." ”

"Yan Jinghong is not dead, there is still room for remedy in the matter, I think the lesson of the Heavenly Sword Gate should be enough to make that Yan Changqing Yan Elder think carefully about the relationship between his Yan family and our Taiping Society and the Jiangbei Alliance, if he thinks that his Yan family can defeat our Taiping Society and the Jiangbei Alliance, he can also come and give it a try, and Gang Master Zhang and I will definitely welcome him into the Xuanbei River and Lake with the warmest ceremony. ”

"Of course, if Ling Zun can properly lend a helping hand to us, Elder Ling Yan can be a little more cautious when thinking about certain issues, so that things don't develop to the point that no one wants to see......

"Then our Taiping Society and the General Northern Alliance will definitely become your faction's staunchest allies in Xuanbei Prefecture......"

This may be the difference between being in charge and not being in charge.

Something happened.

Sun Si'er wants to be worthy of the helper, the eldest brother, and the dead brother, so no matter who the gang is a son, anyway, he will be killed, no one will stay, if you think he has done something wrong, you will admit it if you want to kill or kill him!

It's such an iron head, it's just such a bachelor.

And Wu Qianyuan, from the very beginning, was thinking about how to solve this matter, how to calm the anger of the Taiping Society, inside and outside Taiping Town, and not completely push things out of control.

He did it.

It would seem, so many people were killed.

There seems to be no essential difference between killing one more Yan Jinghong and killing one less Yan Jinghong.

But in fact, whether this matter is still under control, or whether it is completely out of control, the key lies in Yan Jinghong.

Wu Qianyuan himself was once the heir of the big family.

He knew very well the weight of Yan Jinghong in the Yan family.

Let Yan Jinghong go, then, even if all the other miscellaneous fish are killed, the problem is still controlled by the interests that can be solved by regression and by paying the price.

On the contrary, even if none of the other miscellaneous fish does not move and only kills one Yan Jinghong, then the problem will still evolve into a blood debt without suspense, and the blood debt can only be repaid with blood.

It's called proportionality!

A reckless man like Sun Si'er who can only slash people with a knife, if he is an enemy, Wu Qianyuan can buy Sun Si'er with a smile in a few words, and he can also let Sun Si'er count the money for him!

Fortunately, Wu Qianyuan is not an enemy.

Fortunately, Zhang Chu is one of the few people in Wu Qianyuan's heart who can't be measured by any price.

Or maybe it can be said that it is the only one.

Meng Xiaojun listened to him talking, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva unnaturally: "Goo." ”

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that she had far underestimated the pair of Zhang Chu and Wu Qianyuan.

Zhang Chu is calm and atmospheric.

Wu Qianyuan's face is thick and black.

It's just ...... A perfect match!

"Hehe......"

She laughed a little out of shape, calmed down the feeling that her liver trembled a little because she was frightened by this white-headed guy, and said, "Actually, I came back just to make a good relationship with you...... Hey, let's be straight, with my understanding of Yan Jinghong and Yan Changqing, father and son, they have suffered such a big loss under you and Gang Leader Zhang, and they will not give up!"

"And we, the Broken Yue Sword Sect, really want to form an alliance with you and Gang Master Zhang to advance and retreat together, but the relationship between our Broken Yue Sword Sect and the Yan family is not as simple as you think, with my understanding of my father, he will not completely tear his face with the Yan family for the sake of you two!"

This is indeed a return to make good karma.

In a few words, the Yan family's father and son and her father's attitude were sold cleanly.

She was the only one who curry favor with their brothers.

Wu Qianyuan was a little disappointed.

But not too disappointed.

Everything he had foreseen was ideal.

Reality would be skewed, which was expected by him.

At least, it was determined that the Yan family would not give up.

It was determined that the Broken Yue Sword Sect would not easily end up as an enemy of the Yan family.

This is important information.

Of course, he would choose to let Yan Jinghong go, and there was a more important reason why he didn't tell Meng Xiaojun.

That is to buy time for Zhang Chu.

Yan Jinghong is not dead, and the Yan family will not be thunderous as soon as he makes a move.

There has to be a process of going back and forth and testing each other.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his might, which sounds very educational, but in reality, the lion is usually not only a soft and easy-to-push creature like a rabbit, but also a tiger, a hungry wolf, a blind bear and other fierce beasts on the sidelines, too easy to expose their hole cards, that is disrespectful to their own lives.

At the end of the day, it happened too hastily.

He has always been in an extremely passive environment.

To be able to deal with things to this point in such an urgent environment, he has done his best to live up to Zhang Chu's trust in him.

A cup of tea.

Meng Xiaojun got up and said goodbye to Wu Qianyuan, saying that she would leave Taiping Town tomorrow and return to the Broken Yue Sword Sect.

Wu Qianyuan expressed his gratitude and understanding, and personally sent her to the gate of the Taiping Society, and watched her graceful back disappear into the night.

He was so preoccupied that he returned to the Taiping Hall alone.

The night breeze lifted his wide robe, highlighting his thin figure that he usually hid under his robe.

He coughed twice.

The old maid in Mai appeared at the right time and arched his hand: "Master, do you need the old slave to transfer tonight's matter to Master Zhang?"

This question is an usurpation of his duty.

But he really couldn't bear to see his old man dragging his illness and weakness, busy with so many affairs, and bearing so much pressure.

Wu Qianyuan thought for a while and muttered to himself: "Count the time, the second brother is about to do it...... Don't bother him, his problem this time should be very troublesome, otherwise he wouldn't even have to ghostwrite the secret letter by others, let him do his best to solve the Xiao family first. ”

The old Mai servant was speechless.

On Mr. Zhang's side, you have thought about him thoroughly, but why don't you consider yourself?

Wu Qianyuan didn't notice the old servant's expression, waved his hand to signal him to step back, and walked into the lobby by himself, the structure of the Beiping League, he had already reached the last step......

"Ahem, ahem. ”

Another gust of night wind swept past his vest, and the biting chill stimulated him to snort a few more times, and after coughing, he felt a little salty in his mouth, and he frowned and took out a snow-white sweat towel and wiped his mouth.

Take a look.

A touch of scarlet was dazzling under the beating lights.

He pinched the sweat towel and froze in place, his knuckles slightly white.

After a long while, he folded the sweat towel expressionlessly and put it in his arms, and called softly: "Lao Huang, Lao Huang." ”

The old man in Mai appeared at the gate out of nowhere, bowed down and said, "Master." ”

Wu Qianyuan said with a face as usual: "These few times the night is cold and deep, my body seems to be a little untidy, tomorrow I will send someone to Taibai Mansion to invite a famous doctor to come and take a look at me." ”

The old man in Mai raised his eyes when he heard this, looked him up and down several times, and nodded: "The old slave will send someone to Taibai Mansion overnight." ”

Wu Qianyuan wanted to tell him not to be in such a hurry, and to wait until dawn to send someone to do the same, so as not to arouse suspicion.

But he opened his mouth, but he still gave up.

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