Chapter Ninety-Three: Each Harbors a Ghost

"Then you really don't have to do it first, collect everything you can collect."

Wen Tiren is not as cynical as Zhou Yanru. He doesn't care, as long as his family doesn't have this kind of business, the others are pinched by His Majesty the Emperor anyway, what's so pitiful, dead friends don't die poor. What's more, in the first layer of the information circle, I have news and opportunities that are faster than others.

"If we can stand up to the banner of the Gu family, we can stand up to the banner of the Li family and the Zhang family. It's one thing to do it at home, it's another thing to do it abroad, and it's not a matter of one sentence. ”

Wen Tiren thought about it and said, and after finishing speaking, he realized that he seemed to be a little too gloomy and sympathetic in front of the emperor, not upright enough, so he hurriedly stopped.

Zhou Yanru didn't find it, and immediately felt that this idea was good. "Okay, anyway, it won't affect the domestic cleaning, and when the time comes, it will be done."

Zhu Youzhen knocked on the table, and this matter was settled for the time being. He pondered and said:

"Things in North Korea are a little more complicated than originally expected. With so many agendas, we can't all set them all like that. There is neither a above nor a follow, and after a long time, it is a little difficult to tell which of you is operating. ”

Zhu Youzhen couldn't handle the arrangement here, so he had to try to say:

"Lao Yue is the candidate I thought of early on. However, Lao Yue is more inclined to people's livelihood governance. If we can reach an agreement with North Korea this time, we will resist Kim. This Hanyang still lacks a candidate to sit in charge. Old Wen, how about you do it for a year first. You are the leader, Lao Yue is the second, and you will settle the Korean Province for your host. This is all the result of Zhu Youzhen's thinking in the past dozens of days.

Suddenly, Zhu Youzhen remembered something.

"Quick, you guys hurry up and make arrangements, and then go and explore the Houjin Warehouse and the camp."

Wen Tiren and Zhou Yanru were still digesting the emperor's thoughts just now, but they were suddenly interrupted by His Majesty the Emperor's panic. Looking at the two of them still a little dazed, Zhu Youzhen explained:

"If what Jade Rope said just now makes sense. This time Houjin came for food, such an important thing. ”

Zhou Yanru reacted: "I must not only send a warrior like Amin." Got it. With that, he went out to make arrangements.

At this time, I am not afraid of conspiracy and trickery, but I am afraid that I will not include all the other party's moves. Once something is missing, either let the other party get what they want, or be silently yin by the other party.

Fan Wencheng, who was missed, sat on a mule cart and traveled on the back hill in the northern part of Hanyang City. This mountain is not high, and it is the back of Hanyang Fortress. Looking at it from the mountainside, you can see Hanyang Fortress and the royal palace in the city.

A few hundred paces away from the mountain road were the guards of the palace, three or four people in a group, wearing soft armor and holding large swords and spears. Fan Wencheng's mule cart had no roof, it was just a bare flatbed. The one who drove the car for him was an old housekeeper named Li Fu in Li Yuanyi's mansion.

According to the saying of that era, if you use a surname with the owner and add a single name and a blessing character, it must be Li Yuanyi's henchman. The butler sat on the chariot with a whip of willow cowhide in his hand. Let the mule cart follow the trail in the mountains.

A large white lantern with wings written on it was placed in front of the mule cart. The sergeant at the checkpoint saw the lantern and did not say much, but hurriedly removed the fence placed in the middle of the road and let the mule cart pass.

"Uncle, this defense is a little lax." Fan Wencheng sat in the mule cart, holding a huge food box with his hand, so as not to spill a bump.

"A mule cart, with you and me sitting bare, and there's something else to guard against. The guests are seated, and it will take half an hour to arrive. ”

At this time, Fan Wencheng knew that on this mountain road, it was estimated that the lantern mule cart and the old man's face were indispensable for customs clearance. Departing in the afternoon, it was dark before arriving at Fan Wencheng's destination today.

"Beware, guests."

Li Fu, who was driving the car, jumped out of the car by himself, tied the mule to the tree on the side of the mountain, and put the reins on it, so that the mule could just eat the grass under the tree. Then he lit the torch placed in the mule cart and walked slowly down a narrow gap in the cliff with the torch in one hand and the food box in the other.

After walking for about 500 steps, he was already walking into a cave dug out of the rocks. The temperature in the cold and damp cave suddenly dropped a lot. Fan Wencheng did not raise a torch, but only followed the old man's steps closely and walked forward step by step.

After about ten detours, he finally came to the focus of his trip.

It is a cave formed by natural stalactites, the cave is not big, and a large bonfire is built in the middle, and three or four people are roasting something around the bonfire. There are a few small holes in the wet cave wall, and the people I meet must be locked inside.

A small girl dragged a long iron chain on her feet and ran back and forth along several small holes.

"I am ordered to see the criminal minister Li Hui." Li Fu showed a handwritten note to a man dressed in the uniform of a general soldier surrounded by the fire. The one pulled out a large handful of keys and opened one of the wooden doors with a clang.

Li Fu opened the food box he brought with him, and after eating everything in front of him, he walked in with Fan Wencheng. The space in the cave is very small, and on a wooden bed sits a person with scattered white hair, who is none other than Li Hui, Guanghaijun.

He didn't care to see the person clearly, but just shouted:

"Today, today, come here."

I saw the little girl who was less than ten years old running in with an iron chain in her waist. When he was about to reach the bed, the chain had reached its limit and fell to the ground in one fell swoop. Li Hui hurriedly ran over, knelt on the damp straw pile on the ground, and picked up the little girl.

"Daddy, Daddy." The little girl must have fallen her head and cried and shouted.

"Alright, alright. See what's delicious today. Li Hui didn't look at the two of them, and opened the food box directly. The little girl was also attracted by the fragrance emanating from the food box, and her crying became quieter and quieter.

"Didn't you even have ginseng and chicken soup for the send-off meal?" Li Hui thought it was his own guillotine meal.

"Your Highness, it's an old slave."

Li Fu also quickly knelt down, crawled over and lit the candle in the food box, and the light gradually filled the dark cave. Li Hui then looked at the two of them by candlelight.

"Humph!"

saw Li Fu clearly, but threw down the chopsticks in his hand.

"Dad, I want to eat."

"Is this the Lord?"

"There's no owner here, don't let the people outside hear the joke. Go out and tell your master, and say that I am dead, and I will not be able to sleep at night. ”