He was dressed in a cyan shirt, similar to Cheng Qingshan's dress, but he naturally had a romantic demeanor.

One of the top disciples of Yan Hui under the former Confucius sect, the cousin of Wang Lan's concubine Wang Lan, Wang Donglai.

Wen Neng wrote across the six countries, and Wu Ke went on the horse to kill the enemy.

It is a rare talent in the family left by Wuhou Wang Jian who can become an official without relying on family blessings.

The family is also in business, and it is cloth sound.

But even so, Wang Donglai's economic situation may not be better than those big moths in the court.

Zhao Hai looked at Wang Dong happily and said, "Donglai, you did a good job." ”

"Ministers, take a good look for yourself, how much have you donated? Wang Donglai is lower than your official position, thinner than your title, and has no fief. ”

"If someone who refuses to donate more now, I will find out that their family is rich in the future, and I will never spare it!"

Zhao Hai just finished speaking.

The ministers below began to complain.

"Your Majesty, there is really no money in the courtier's family! The minister can only add another thousand taels at most."

"Your Majesty is aware of it, the ministers have clean sleeves, and they are dedicated to the country, and they have never left any property."

"Your Majesty, the sky can be learned, and the minister can only donate an extra five hundred taels at most."

Zhao Hai frowned, and did not interfere too much.

After all, it is a voluntary donation, but Zhao Hai has also seen the true colors of many people from this.

For example, Cheng Qingshan, obviously the family's materials can already be counted in 100 million, but now he is crying poor, and he is only willing to donate 1,200 taels desperately, as if donating a little more will kill him.

In the end, Zhao Hai asked Zhao Gao on the side to count, plus the 100,000 taels that Wang Donglai came, and donated a total of about 400,000 taels.

However, this is also a huge amount of money, and it is better to talk about the disaster in Chen County than nothing.

Zhao Hai finished the donation, so he hurriedly retreated.

……

Prime Minister's house.

Liu Yuan was in his secret room, looking at several of his subordinates behind him, his expression gloomy.

"Your Majesty has been bewitched by this Concubine Lan so much, and now he is about to start suppressing all the courtiers in an all-round way."

"Today's several temptations are enough to prove that the situation has become so serious that it is difficult to control. If this continues, don't say that my royal family is not guaranteed, I'm afraid that so many ministers won't survive. ”

"There are so many people, and none of them are clean."

"Aoi Jia, you immediately start organizing the dead. Soon, I'm going to see Concubine Lan's head fall to the ground. Liu Yuan's eyes were bright and unpredictable.

Kwai Jia clenched his fists and said, "Yes, Prime Minister." ”

"Okay, you can do it, you have to die, you have nothing to worry about, but if there is a little line index to the Liu family, you know how to do it."

"Humble duty understands."

……

The convoy sent to the northern border to take over the 300,000-strong army was driving over the vast wilderness.

The loess is thousands of miles, and the wind covers the sun.

The axles walked on the dry and cracked ground, making a strange, unbearable sound.

Long Xiang, the generalissimo of the Northern Expedition at the front of the convoy, always felt restless today, as if something bad was about to happen.

However, this radius of 100 miles is clean and scary, except for the boundless Gobi, there is only a single hanging line between heaven and earth.

What Long Xiang didn't find was that the people near Liu Neng's carriage, the deputy general of the Northern Expedition today, had all been replaced.

Although he was dressed in the same costume as before, his face had already changed to an unfamiliar one.

Liu Neng dozed off in the carriage boredly, and from time to time a stone would bump the carriage and wake him upside down. Then Liu Neng will continue to fall asleep.

I don't know what's going on, but he's been getting more and more sleepy lately, and often before he knows it, he's already falling asleep. Maybe it's because of the tiring journey, he comforted himself.

At this moment, he smelled a strange fragrance again, a fragrance that he had never smelled before.

It has only appeared in the last few days, and whenever this fragrance comes, Liu Neng knows that he can sleep well.

With the inhalation of this fragrance, Liu Neng's sleep gradually deepened, and gradually relaxed completely.

At this moment, an extremely long special dagger quietly appeared in the carriage.

"Sting." The sound of a blade cutting through the skin was heard.

Liu Neng still slept soundly.

Early in the morning of the second day.

On the convoy that went north.

"Oh no, General Long." The guard general was anxious, and ran to Long Xiang's horse and said.

Long Xiang asked, "What's wrong?" Could it be that the Huns are here? ”

The general stomped his feet anxiously, hurriedly approached Long Xiang's ear, and whispered: "General Long, Deputy General Liu Neng, has been killed." The body was found in the carriage this morning. ”

"Now the brothers have found out about this, but they have not dared to speak out, and the other soldiers have not yet known about it."

Long Xiang was so frightened that he sat down from his horse, "What did you say?" ”

"You say? Can Liu die? Long Xiang's lips trembled as he spoke.

"Liu Neng is actually dead!" Long Xiang's eyes were red, his heart turned over the river and the sea, and the five-flavor bottle overturned.

"Help me, help me to see!" Long Xiang roared, tears and snot flowing out.

Long Xiang landed, but he was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't walk. A few generals had no choice but to come over and help Long Xiang, and walked step by step to the chariot where Liu Neng was.

Long Xiang walked up cautiously, closed his eyes and held his breath, and opened the curtain of the carriage.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a large patch of blood red. The tragedy in the carriage was unbearable.

Liu Neng was no longer a human at this time, and he was cut beyond recognition. Only one of Bai Huahua's corpses remained.

"No, no, it can't be!" Long Xiang hugged his head in disbelief.

"There must be a mistake! There must be a mistake! Mistaken! ”

"Tell me! This is not Liu Neng, this is not Liu Neng! ”

Long Xiang threw himself on the sandy ground outside the carriage and rolled on the ground like crazy.

A few generals were silent, knowing that this was a big deal.

The deputy general of the Northern Expedition, who was sent to the north to command an army of 300,000 troops, and the beloved son of the powerful prime minister Liu Yuan, who was powerful in the court, died on the way to the north in such an unknown way.

If the prime minister knows, I am afraid that none of them will survive.

"General Long, the matter has come to this, what should we do?" One of the generals said.

"Of course it's the other way around! This matter has to be transmitted back to Xianyang, with Your Majesty's temper, how can you and my brother still have a chance to live? ”

At this moment, a man with a short head and a dark face stared at the usurpers, revealing great disgust.

Long Xiang's mood calmed down a little at this time, and his eyes were red, "The matter has come to this, and people can't be resurrected after death." ”

"So."

Long Xiang's words were not spoken again.

……

Xianyang, in the Chengming Palace.

Zhao Hai retreated left and right, looking at Han Ying, who was silent as an abyss in front of him.

Han Ying respectfully clenched his fists and said, "Your Majesty, the minister has succeeded, and Liu Neng is dead." ”

After hearing this, Zhao Hai's heart moved, and he leaned closer and asked, "Is it true?" ”