On the eighth day of August, after the drizzling rain of the closed door, the weather in the north turned into a wet and cold weather.

Towards evening, the sky began to rain again.

This is a good omen for the farmers to have a good harvest in the coming year.

But for those who don't rely on the fields to eat, and everything is not going well, they only feel that it is boring.

In a very inconspicuous trading house in the market, the door is closed, and in the warehouse where the goods are stacked, several warriors dressed as rangers sit on the ground or like vigilant wolves, standing on the side of the door, listening to the movement in the back alley.

Dark, damp corners with mildew crawling all over the yellowed walls.

Countless tiny spiders crawled on top of these mold spots, clogging up their webs.

In the warehouse, there is a corner that is still clean, and a desk is placed.

There were two tea bowls on top of it, and some expensive fried fruits.

Such a good thing wrapped in honey was ignored by the two people sitting on the seat, and it was put there with a musty smell in the air.

The two people sitting opposite each other were dressed as rangers, although they were tall and strong, their faces were quite gentle.

It's just that at this time, there was a hidden anger on his face, which made his upright face a little distorted.

The man opposite him was dressed in scribe's robes, all of which were ordinary in style and color, but the material was fine and luxurious

This man raised his sleeves and hid his face at this time, not knowing whether he was disgusted by the musty smell in the air, or he did not dare to face the contempt and anger of others.

The young man dressed as a ranger glanced at the tea on the desk, and couldn't help but jump on his cheeks: "Gongsun Taishou, it's really elegant." ”

At such a critical juncture, I still don't forget to put on the head of the family.

It's a pity that the panache is sufficient, but the brain is not.

If he hadn't seen Gongsun Jiasu leave Zuo Ping and take care of himself, why would the situation be so bad?

Obviously, he only had to endure until tonight, but because of this idiot, the whole situation collapsed.

The funny thing is that this idiot has already done it, but he can't do it all.

It would be better if he was more ruthless, he didn't dare to bear the notoriety of killing his father, so he used such a mild poison and dragged it until the general Zuo Ping returned, and he didn't know where to show the clues.

Thinking that he had painstakingly planned and operated, or would return in vain, and might even lead Liu Hebu to bypass Xiangguan, he was alone, and this young man's face was obscure.

Now they have to do it at a higher cost, in a bloodier way.

This is not the situation he wants to see.

He was originally a general, and he was awarded the title of Zhonglang general with meritorious service to Gongsun Zhan, but the official respect was light and not reused.

volunteered to take on the task, but just to fight for a chance to get ahead.

Now, all the plans from June to the present day may be ruined at the hands of this man.

"Zhonglang will calm his anger, and Ying is also in order to save the people of Zhicheng from the flames of war, so he made this decision."

Gongsun Ying saw the disdain on this young man's face, and even though he was ashamed and angry in his heart, he still had to bow his head to accompany him.

This young man was a reasonable man, and sighed heavily, temporarily suppressing the anger in his chest.

This matter is now defeated by Gongsun Ying, but if you really want to calculate it strictly, you can only blame him for his bad luck.

Just like this, the interception and killing of Gongsun's sister and brother before, the destiny is not his, and failure is wrong.

Again.

If he succeeds and the head of the family, Gongsun Jing, dies silently, he will not have to bear the notoriety of coercing his father on the surface, and he will be able to smoothly recover the power of the Taishou of Liaoxi.

Liaoxi surrendered to the situation, which made the branch city not have to suffer from war.

This is a happy ending.

It's just that Gongsun Ying still almost got lucky, and at a critical juncture, Zuo Ping returned, and somehow found the clue.

Although it was not publicized now, the number of guards at the gates increased significantly, which hindered their plans.

At this point, knowing that it was useless to complain again, the young man stood up and stopped looking at Gongsun Ying.

They were alone, and they did not want to waste their troops.

The young man thought of Liu Hebu who came again, those Hu people who were doing nonsense.

He looked at the walls of Zhongfang City in Lingzhi City from afar, and for a long time, he finally cleared a trace of strangeness in his heart.

He's not a murderer, but now he's ready to shoot.

For the sake of victory, when nothing is spared.

Night falls.

While Zuo Ping controlled the county soldiers not to cause chaos, he closed the gate of Lifang and told the chief and the wanderer in Lifang to be vigilant.

But even so, there are still those who are loosely accustomed to not listening to assignments.

In the battlement of the south gate, the captain of the city gate, with a thick beard, unloaded his armor and carried a jug of wine, and almost without looking at his swallowing movements, the wine poured into his stomach like flowing water.

The news that Gongsun Jing was critically ill had already grown wings and flew all over the streets and alleys of Lingzhi City before Zuo Ping came back.

Everyone is waiting and waiting.

But the captain of the gate would not wait.

If Gongsun Jing dies, he has to keep filial piety and mourn, and he doesn't know the taste of meat if he doesn't touch the wine in March.

At this time, you should hurry up and eat and drink first.

As for Zuo Ping's instructions, he had already forgotten them.

Zuo Ping, who does not have Gongsun Jing, is just a general, and when the sun rises tomorrow, the Gongsun family reports the funeral, and it is not known whether Zuo Ping can speak in this Lingzhi City again.

With a bang, a pot of wine was poured down, and the city gate captain breathed a long sigh of relief.

He wiped a handful of wine stains on his chin and beard, burped a wine, and wiped his hands on the old kudzu clothes on his body.

The probe touched a few ripe soybeans with wine.

The brazier lit on the castle tower was rustled by the evening breeze.

The captain of the city gate chewed soybeans, and when he heard the sound, he felt a little sleepy.

As he was squinting his eyes and patting his stomach with one hand, he suddenly heard something more in the wind.

He sat up suddenly.

He frowned, listening, discerning.

Then he slammed himself to his feet, walked out of the battlement, and went around to the ramp to ascend the city.

The sound was even more pronounced.

Several soldiers huddled around the braziers at the gates, whispering these things.

"What for?" The city gate captain squinted his eyes and leaned over and shouted.

His eyes were good, and by the light of the brazier, he could clearly see that the soldiers were holding something in their hands.

Hearing the scolding of the officials, several soldiers did not dare to speak, their hands were hidden behind their backs, and their lips were still stained with oil.

"Take it out!" The city gate lieutenant was annoyed, he only had soybeans to accompany the wine, but these lowly pigs and dogs had meat to eat.

As he shouted angrily, he looked left and right.

"Hey, brother, it's me." A young man came out, carrying a covered basket in his hand.

The captain of the city gate naturally recognized this person, it seemed that he came to Lingzhi from Jizhou two months ago to do business, with dozens of rough men.

He is a shrewd young man who often does things that are not very glamorous for money.

For these things, he often brought some wine, meat, and goods to him to dredge up affairs.

As a result, the city gate captain gained a lot of personal wealth and made a lot of tooth sacrifices.

I have had sweetness countless times before, and I haven't made any trouble.

Seeing that it was him, the city gate captain pale, and scolded with a smile: "Why are you kid?" ”

While glancing at the basket he was carrying, he saw that it seemed to be not light, and the smile on his face expanded even more.

The young man of the city smiled and winked at some of his men who had come with him, and told them to continue distributing wine and meat to the soldiers.

He walked slowly, walked up to the city tower, and whispered: "Let's talk about it on the side?" ”

"Good, good!" The captain of the gate smiled, and beckoned the young man to the battlement where he had been drinking.

The probe took a look, and the soldiers who were originally patrolling the city wall all went down to fight tooth sacrifices, which was a big taboo.

Now it's just right!

The city gate captain looked at the young man standing in the shadows, and when he saw that he still didn't speak, he was a little displeased: "Do you want me to ask you to speak?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare!" The young man kept smiling and said to the city gate, "I'm here to ask my brother for something." ”

"Say, you and my brother don't have to be polite." The captain of the city gate stretched out his hand to take the basket as he spoke, and the heavy weight made his eyes light up: "But if you ask for something, you should do everything." ”

"Really?" The smile on the young man's lips widened.

The city gate captain lifted his contempt, and when he brought it up to see what was inside, he casually agreed: "Really! ”

I didn't see what the basket contained, but a silver light flashed in the corner of my eye.

A short dagger, pierced by the softest jaw, passes through the tooth chamber and pours straight into the brain.

"Uh......"

He squeezed out a very soft breath from between his teeth, shook his body, and planted straight into the open arms of the young man in front of him.

"Thank you, brother!" The young man smiled and hugged the body of the city gate captain.

The coop fell to the ground, and the fat chicken wine in it spilled all over the floor.

"Please brother, eat and drink well on the road, don't blame me!"