At this moment, there was a sudden sound of dull footsteps outside the corridor, and a feather forest army in armor was led into the house by a maid, he knelt on one knee, held his hands high, and said, "The last general will give the order to return."

There was a tiger talisman in his hand, Pang Boyi picked it up and looked at it, and then held it in front of Liu Xiuyong, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, it seems that I am so careful this time, and Lord Taiwei will not allow it."

Liu Xiuyong smiled and waved his hand, and said, "Why are you so confused, the tiger talisman is the Taiwei's thing, send it back quickly."

Yu Linjun immediately respectfully took it, bowed and went out.

"The Outer Nine Cities have been in chaos, it seems that Lord Chen's opportunity has come this time." Liu Xiuyong's words were sincere, "Lord Chen, my husband and I invited you tonight, what does it mean, you can go back and think about it. The door of the Jin Palace, back, waiting for the great driver."

"Yes, yes." Chen Jinqiu bowed his shoulders and smiled, "Your Highness's good intentions, Wechen knows it, this opportunity is coming, Wechen will grasp it well, and live up to the expectations of His Highness and Lord Sikong."

"Huh." Pang Boyi bowed, "Lord Chen, it's late at night, go back and rest early." You'll be busy tomorrow."

Chen Jinqiu bowed and retired, led out of the corridor by the maid, he went out and got into the car, and suddenly changed into a contemplative face in the shadows, he waved his hand, and the servant immediately patted his horse and went home.

There was no sound inside the house, and it rained heavily outside, and a cluster of lamp flowers burst out of the lamp oil.

Pang Boyi watched the chess game, paused for a moment before saying: "Tonight, the Weichen under the chess game is very hearty, His Highness used the sunspot instead of the White Horse Gang to roam the four streets, which was a good situation, but now that the Taiwei is forked, I am afraid that it may not be able to do what His Highness wishes."

"The White Horse Gang is a chess piece of the gentleman." Liu Xiuyong held his orchid finger when he served tea, he sipped the tea silently, and then said, "This king is just complaining with some clumsy people about loyalty and helping the situation."

"Hmm. The Bull Gang of the Fire Bull is a man with an upright temperament, and he is the first person to bear the brunt of the trouble." Pang Boyi sighed regretfully, "But it backfired."

"Since the gentleman wants to push the waves and chase the swallows, how can he only start from one side?" Liu Xiuyong put aside the teacup and took the hot wet handkerchief handed by the maid to wipe his hands, "No matter whether you follow the trend or go against the trend, you can't reach the ever-changing general trend. If you decide to make a move, of course, you have to take action in many ways to change and wait for change."

Pang Boyi listened to the sudden thunder, and asked with interest, "Weichen, I would like to hear it in detail."

Liu Xiuyong still sat upright, looking ordinary, but ordinary people couldn't see any clues. At this moment, he is like a tea guest sitting idly drinking tea and listening to the wind and rain, ordinary people can forget his existence at a glance, but he can see everything that happens.

Those eyes hide amazing patience.

"The old man has been sitting for so long, and this king has a guilty conscience." Liu Xiuyong handed out the handkerchief, and the maid took it, "Please come out and talk about it."

The door to the cubicle was pushed open, and the maid ducked to the side and sat on her knees.

One person straightened his clothes and walked out, looking in the direction of the front porch, and his old face was faintly ashamed. Immediately, he looked back and bowed respectfully, bowed down, and said, "The old minister, Captain Pinghu Biaozhen, see His Royal Highness the King of Jin."

The rain on this day was turbulent, and the "water added" in the courtyard was full in a blink of an eye, and the bamboo shadows were swaying. Chinese Net

Boom.

The old eyes looked at the candle flame blankly, and Hu Biaozhen stood by the door of the cubicle with his sleeves down. Tonight, he lost his usual rigorous look, squeezed into a deep ravine by the wrinkles outlined by the years, and his pursed lips were slightly pale.

He was a student from Sheng Chongnian's humble family, and it was Chen Yuwan who promoted him out of the vast sea of eunuchs, and walked to the position of Ting Weiping step by step. He regarded Chen Yuwan as a benefactor in this life, and the moment he put on the official robe, he was determined to relieve the suffering of the people of dawn in the world with a humble body.

The Chen family was a source of hope for him, he watched the three heroes of the Chen family grow up, watched Chen Yuwan become terminally ill, he once wept in front of Chen Yuwan's sickbed, and vowed to protect the law of Zheng Guo, which he believed in as his lifelong ambition.

But today, he walked into the Jin Palace, and was under the same roof as the great Sikong Pang Boyi, who had been fighting against him for half his life.

The night was blank and the rain was continuous, and he spit on himself from the bottom of his heart and embarked on a road of no return.

Liu

Xiu Yong waved his sleeves, and the maid immediately stepped forward to move the seat over.

"Lord Hu can come tonight, this king thinks, strange." Liu Xiuyong smiled with his eyebrows, "Sit down, if you have something to say, you can say it more clearly than when you stand."

Hu Biaozhen held on to the armrest and sat down.

He was old and weak, so he sat down and took a breath, and only after a little time did he say, "With the help of His Royal Highness King Jin tonight, old minister, I am grateful."

"Master Hu, you're welcome. Adults visit late at night just to quell the chaos. Zheng Guo, there are ministers like Lord Hu, and this king is the one who should be grateful." Liu Xiuyong bowed solemnly, and then waved his sleeves, "Please tea." Lord Hu, I wonder if this arrangement is appropriate tonight?"

This tail note is like a long rain line outside the house, like a slow knife cutting into Hu Biaozhen's heart. The maid brought the hot tea to the low table in front of him and gave it a gentle push.

Hu Biaozhen looked at the steaming porcelain white tea cup, the water contained in it was clear and white, reflecting his own appearance. He looked at it, and suddenly felt a wave of nausea in his heart.

He wanted to vomit, but swallowed hard, but his stomach was still twitching.

Hu Biaozhen stroked his chest, and said in a dry voice: "Your Highness is concerned about the internal and external security of Chongdu, and the old minister does not dare to criticize."

"The outer city is in trouble, and this king just sent someone to spread the word, and the security of Chongdu depends on Lord Taiwei. It's just that the second brother of this king was drunk tonight, and he couldn't personally lead the troops to quell the chaos, alas." Liu Xiuyong held the teacup and sighed faintly, "I didn't expect that the Yulin Army would kill so many people by mistake without a leading leader. The corpses of those Jianghu guests are now piled up on Dongmen Street, and Lord Taiwei is worried that the thieves will escape into the inner city, and now he has closed the inner and outer city gates early. This king is worried, the outer nine cities are complicated, and the people are the majority. If those thieves are murderous, aren't the people...... Alas......"

Liu Xiuyong's words were earnest, and the worries on his face made people look at him, like a living bodhisattva with a warm heart.

Hu Biaozhen's face was already gloomy, and a complicated expression suddenly appeared when he listened to the words. He has been up and down in the sea for half his life, how can he not understand? The Yulin Army is now under the control of the King of Qin, and because there is no one available, he privately met with the King of Jin and Pan Boyi for help, the original intention was to suppress it.

And not kill.

Although Liu Xiuyong's remarks sounded like he was worried about the country and the people, he secretly carried a gun and a stick, and pointed directly at Taiwei and King Qin.

Hu Biaozhen paused, raised his head, and explained: "It has been a common occurrence for Jianghu guests to fight privately since the beginning of Sheng Chong, and this person is indispensable in prison. Lord Taiwei is worried about the safety of the city, and it is inevitable that the city gate will be closed." He turned to Pang Boyi and spoke humbly, "In addition, His Royal Highness the King of Qin often trains the new army in the school field outside the city, in order to implement the conscription order of Shangshutai Xinsheng Chen. It was a sudden, and it was understandable that we failed to take the bigger picture into account."

Pang Boyi held the table with one hand, tapped his five fingers undulating and tapped, and said, "Master Hu, are you defending Taiwei and King Qin?"

Hu Biaozhen's face turned a little pale, he shook his head lightly, and said, "No, the old minister just told him bluntly, and if he was offended, he would like to ask Lord Sikong to atone for his sins."

Pan Boyi chuckled and looked at Liu Xiuyong when he heard this, but Liu Xiuyong didn't look at the two, he looked at the courtyard as if he was admiring the flowers at night, and ignored the conversation between the two.

Pan Boyi looked back at the chess game on the table and said, "Tonight, there was a private fight on Dongmen Street, and the blood flowed like a river. There is a huge shortage of patrol personnel in the outer nine cities, and it is difficult to escape the blame for the negligence of the captain. As for the King of Qin, the training of the new army must not only look at martial arts, but also teach and prohibit it. The Yulin army has killed people now, and the military heart is like this, if it goes to the battlefield in the future and loses its sense of proportion, it will destroy Da Zheng's military appearance. Thirdly, it is the duty of the soldiers to take the thief, and when the incident on Dongmen Street has not happened, why won't the prison serve snacks?"

Boom.

Add water and knock again, and the empty cylinder turns to warp.

Hu Biaozhen gasped and clenched his sleeve robe tightly, he understood. Pan Boyi has already sharpened his knife and waited, no matter whether the Yulin Army goes to suppress it tonight or not, Taiwei can't escape, and King Qin can't escape. There is no escape from prison.

Three strokes with one knife can be said to be not vicious, this is a big space that covers the sky with one hand. He asked himself, if he was playing against such an opponent, would he have a chance?

"The prison is for the purpose of handling cases, and the soldiers are for the purpose of arrest

Take the criminals." Hu Biaozhen lowered his head and clenched his fists, and his hoarse voice gradually showed majesty, "It's not to suppress the people, let alone kill the people. The old minister is in charge of the court and the court is peaceful, what is peace?"

The sound of the rain became a little more urgent in a blink of an eye, and the rainflakes on the bluestone steps splashed into the candlelight, and the candle burst out a cluster of lamps.

Hu Biaozhen slowly raised his head to look directly at Pang Boyi in the flying sparks, and solemnly said word by word, "Fair."

"What Lord Hu said is that the court captain is in charge of the law, and the lord's is justice." Pang Boyi looked at him, "The sea is up and down, and fairness is hard to find. If Lord Hu wants fairness tonight, he should take someone to suppress this riot and chaos, instead of sitting here and talking to me about fairness. If there is a shortage of people, you should go to the Taiwei Mansion to ask the Taiwei for help, and if it is not good, you can go to the school outside the city and ask the King of Qin to send troops to suppress it. But my lord, hehe, when you get here, come and ask me."

The index finger resting on the desk tapped, and the smile on Pang Boyi's face was still calm, but the light momentum was pressed in an instant, and Hu Biaozhen wrinkled his sleeve robe.

"Lord Sikong, why don't you go to the Taiwei Mansion, and why don't you ask King Qin to send troops." Hu Biaozhen's face was flushed, the fat on his cheeks was sagging and trembling slightly, and he said in a heavy voice, "Who those Yulin Soldiers obeyed, doesn't Lord Sikong know?"

Aren't they listening to you, Pan Boyi!

"Master Hu, this question stopped me." Pan Boyi took out two white pieces from each of the chessboards, "Lord Taiwei is a military general, and King Qin is now a prince who is deeply loved by generals in the army."

With each name, he threw a piece into the cup, and then raised his finger and slid along the board to land on a white piece.

He twisted his chess pieces and pointed at Hu Biaozhen and asked, "I don't know who the Yulin Army obeys, but now the violence and chaos have become a disaster in the middle. Master Hu, tonight, Bing Cao watched the bloody rain and bloody wind at night and did not move, you say, what can I do about this prison?"

Boom.

The moment the chess pieces fell into the chess cup, Hu Biaozhen's heart suddenly shook. He silently looked at Pang Boyi, who was smiling calmly, and finally slowly lowered his eyes to look at the chess game.