Hearing Ying Zhengqi's words, Nangong Banmeng's eyes seemed to flicker a few times, and his heart, which had been persuaded by Li Feibai, was shaken again.

"County Lord, let me ask you, what would you do if your father and younger brother were in someone else's hands, and that person wanted to blackmail you into joining him?"

Helpless, Li Feibai could only speak again.

"County Lord, I know this." Zhao Qiancheng spoke again.

Next, he gave a general account of the dispute between the two kings at that time.

In fact, at that time, the two kings confronted each other outside the city, and the matter was quite big, and Nangong Banmeng had already known about it.

It's just that Li Feibai is in front today, and she has just escaped from Zhao Wangfu, and she is carried away by anger, and she just wants to kill people to vent.

Holding the corners of his mouth and smiling bitterly, Li Feibai said: "I originally wanted to assist King Qi wholeheartedly, but why did he treat my people like this, in comparison, Nangong Ding really treats me well, if it were you, how would you choose?"

His attitude softened, which was regarded as explaining to Nangong Banmeng why he had taken refuge in King Zhao at that time.

After listening, Nangong Banmeng closed her eyes tightly, her lips pursed slightly, Li Feibai could hear it clearly, and she sighed deeply.

"County Lord, it's not that I won't let you kill Waste, but he is indeed the best weight for us to deal with Nangong Ding, and it is not too late to kill Wasterite after Nangong Ding." Zhao Qiancheng continued to persuade.

"Pavilion Master Zhao said well, with me in your hands, Nangong will definitely be restrained, and you will have the upper hand, on the contrary, if you kill me now, Nangong will definitely wave his hand and destroy you desperately." Li Feibai said with a smile.

"Hmph, you're afraid of death?" Nangong half-dreamed and glanced at Li Feibai with disdain.

She didn't know that if it weren't for Li Feibai, she would be buried in King Zhao's Mansion today.

"Ants are still stealing life, let alone humans?"

"Zhengqi, bring the vain gift to the tent of the Thousand Cities and let him guard it."

After the incident of Zhao Wangfu, Nangong Banmeng completely trusted Zhao Qiancheng.

Since she had determined that Li Feibai was the most important to Nangong Ding, she naturally had to be guarded by the person with the highest cultivation.

"Yes, Lord of the County."

Ying Zhengqi stepped forward and grabbed Li Feibai's arm with one hand, with a fierce light in his eyes.

"Let's go." He dragged Li Feibai out of the Chinese army's tent.

"Thank you for not killing the county lord." Li Feibai smiled and left the big tent.

Turning around, Nangong looked at Zhao Qiancheng in a half-dream, and for a long time, he pointed to the stone bench where Li Feibai had sat just now, and said, "Sit."

The two sat down, and Nangong Banmeng personally poured a cup of tea for Zhao Qiancheng.

"Thanks to Qiancheng, I replaced wine with tea to express my gratitude."

"The county lord is serious, everything he has done here is just for the Thousand Cities Pavilion." Zhao Qiancheng replied.

This "honesty" is quite appreciated by Nangong Banmeng.

She was very glad and went to find Zhao Qiancheng.

"By the way, how did you come up with the idea of holding Fei Fei Li and Ouyang Yin hostage to break the game?" Nangong Banmeng asked curiously.

"The enemy is outnumbered, and only by holding the opponent's important people hostage can we turn defeat into victory, this is just a common trick used by people in the rivers and lakes, and it is not worth mentioning." Zhao Qiancheng waved his hand indifferently, not wanting her to continue to get to the bottom of it.

But the truth did not turn out as expected, and the attentive Nangong Banmeng continued to ask, "But how do you know what rockery secret room the two of them are hiding?"

Alas!

Sighing in his heart, helpless, Zhao Qiancheng could only reply according to what Li Feibai told him: "Actually, in King Zhao's mansion, there have always been people from my Qiancheng Pavilion."

"What?" Nangong Banmeng asked in disbelief, "In King Zhao's Mansion, are there people from the Thousand City Pavilion?"

"Yes, this was originally instructed by King Qi, and I hope it can come in handy at a critical moment. The people of the Qi Palace, who were very closely watched by the Tsing Yi Division, couldn't get into the Zhao Palace, and after I negotiated with the imperial court, the King of Qi found another way to let my people sneak into the Zhao Palace."

Zhao Qiancheng said it very well, it was reasonable, and Nangong couldn't help but think that he didn't believe it.

"Why didn't you mention it before? also

Rest assured that the lord of this county will be reassured." Nangong Banmeng smiled.

Smiling slightly, Zhao Qiancheng replied, "The person who can make this pavilion master serve must have extraordinary courage and courage."

"So, this trip to Zhao Wangfu, are you testing me?"

"So to speak."

"The county lord didn't disappoint you, did he?"

"The county lord is arrogant and courageous, and he admires him." Zhao Qiancheng arched his hand and said.

There are people from Qiancheng Pavilion in King Zhao's mansion, which is tantamount to a big help for Nangong Banmeng.

Now that Zhao Qiancheng is truly serving, there is another behemoth of Qiancheng Pavilion to help, and Nangong Banmeng's confidence is instantly doubled.

She was in a good mood, and she no longer asked who the people lurking in Zhao Wangfu were.

Nangong Banmeng poured him a cup of tea again, raised his glass and said, "Being able to get the help of Pavilion Lord Zhao is really the luck of this county lord."

"It's also an honor to be able to fight side by side with the county lord."

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The two clinked glasses and reached a united front.

At least in Nangong Banmeng's opinion, it is.

"County Lord, if it's nothing, I'll go to guard the vain ceremony first, he is the key person who determines the success or failure of the battle, and there can't be any mistakes."

Zhao Qiancheng is a pun.

Nangong Banmeng naturally couldn't hear it, and replied with joy: "There is the Lord of the Lao Zhao Pavilion."

Nodding, Zhao Qiancheng left the big tent of the Chinese army.

He was afraid that Ying Zhengqi would be unfavorable to Li Feibai, so he left in a hurry.

The facts were as he thought, Ying Zhengqi took Li Feibai to Zhao Qiancheng's camp, and evil was born to the side of the bold.

remembered that he had calculated at the beginning, and the anger in his chest could not be controlled.

dragged Li Feibai into the camp tent, and the killing intent should be rising.

He looked around, and there was no one.

Slowly approaching Li Feibai, he clenched his fists, even if Nangong Banmeng had an order, he couldn't kill him, but if he beat him out, she would probably not be surprised.

Thinking of this, Li Feibai raised his right fist high and was about to smash it down.

"I know you want to hit me, even kill me, but you'll regret it."

As soon as his fist fell into the air, Li Feibai turned around, facing Ying Zhengqi with a smile in his mouth.

"Hmph, prisoner under the stairs, dare to talk nonsense, look at the fist."

Ying Zhengqi continued to swing his fist.

"Your father is still in the Punishment Department, right?" Li Feibai said again.

Hearing this, Ying Zhengqi immediately stopped.

He was a well-read man of the sages and a man of filial piety.

"What do you mean?" Putting away his fists, Ying Zhengqi asked.

"Let's just say that." Li Feibai already had a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You dare to touch me, believe it or not, I can make your father go up in smoke?"

His eyes narrowed, and his hand unconsciously held the saber at his waist.

"You're threatening me?"

"Yes." Li Feibai admitted nakedly.

"Do you think you'll still have a chance to leave the white-robed barracks?" Ying Zhengqi's thinking is also clear.

"I don't care if I can leave the white-robed army for now, but I must have a way to get the order out, if you don't believe me, you can punch me?"

After speaking, Li Feibai simply closed his eyes, opened his hands, and let Ying Zheng do it.