Ji Wuye is a Korean general, holding most of the military power, almost tilting the power towards the government and the opposition, and secretly cultivating a killer organization that specializes in eradicating dissidents, Yemu, and cooperates closely with Qin Guoluowang.

In this way, he can walk sideways in South Korea, and he has indeed been like this in recent years, and anyone who dares to disobey him has been secretly dealt with by him.

If it weren't for his special identity and the support of the royal family behind him, he would have done it.

As for the fourth son, Han Yu.

The other party has been wandering between sides for the past few years, and belongs to the kind of character who cannot be offended on both sides.

It's the first time Ji Wuye has seen the other party so tough, could it be that he thinks that the crown prince is dead, and he can sit on the throne of the crown prince and ascend to the throne in the future?

"The fourth prince is saying that I am presumptuous? Could it be that General Ben's ears were wrong! ”

Ji Wuye's tiger eyes glared angrily, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he threatened in a cold voice, in the past, he didn't want to tear his face with Han Yu, but if Han Yu had to be his enemy, he wouldn't suggest it, and with the death of the Korean prince, the vacant crown prince position needed to be topped by someone.

For Ji Wuye, Han Yu is obviously not the right candidate for the crown prince, and he prefers to support a puppet to take the throne, just like before.

In this way, it can be guaranteed that his power in South Korea will not change.

"The general is calm and restless, anger will not solve any problems, and the general must not be an irritable person."

Han Yu's expression remained unchanged and said extremely calmly.

He was not frightened by Ji Wuye, and said, he had enough confidence to face Ji Wuye head-on.

Ji Wuye's eyes were cold, and he said without being salty or indifferent: "What do the fourth prince want to say, please hurry up, this general doesn't have time to chat with the fourth prince, now Baiyue rebellion has not been arrested, there are undercurrents in Xinzheng City, and there are many dangers, all of which need to be dealt with by this general." ”

As he spoke, he had already gotten up, obviously not wanting to talk too much nonsense with Han Yu.

Everything in the Marquis Palace today will determine many things in the future.

"The general should stay, if the general participates today, then I can only be forced to end."

Han Yu shook his head helplessly.

"What does the fourth prince mean by this? Threaten me? ”

Ji Wuye looked at Han Yu coldly and asked.

"The army of Qin is pressing, the pressure on South Korea is not small, if the general causes the son of Zhao to die in South Korea because of his cooperation with Luo Wang, this responsibility, South Korea can't afford it, and in the end someone will inevitably come out to bear everything, does the general want to be that person?"

Han Yu looked at Ji Wuye calmly and said lightly.

The meaning is obvious, if Zhao Jia really dies in South Korea, then all the responsibility will inevitably be thrown on Ji Wuye's head.

"What does this matter have to do with me, the fourth son must not talk nonsense."

Ji Wuye frowned and said dissatisfied.

Han Yu said in a calm tone: "General, let's still sit, as long as you don't end up today, the final outcome has nothing to do with you no matter what, but if you end up, then the result may not be certain." ”

This damn Han Woo...... Ji Wuye's eyes flickered, he knew that Han Yu was threatening, with Han Yu's ability, if he wanted to stop him, things would inevitably make a big deal and alarm Han Wang'an, and at that time, everything would become extremely complicated, although Han Wang'an was mediocre and incompetent, but the other party was the king of Korea after all, unless Ji Wuye dared to rebel, he could only bow his head.

But in these years, if a 'civilian' wants to rebel, the difficulty can be imagined.

The word aristocracy is never a word of words.

"I'm curious, with the character of the fourth son, why would he intervene in this matter, could it be that the ninth prince promised something? What he can give you, General Ben can also give. ”

Ji Wuye narrowed his eyes, sat directly opposite Han Yu, stared at each other, and asked.

"It's different~"

When Han Yu heard this, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly.

What Han Fei gave him, Ji Wuye really couldn't give it, and Ji Wuye's reputation was very poor, take 10,000 steps back, Han Yu still needs Han Fei to contain Ji Wuye for himself in the future, how to choose, it is not difficult to choose.

Ji Wuye clenched his fists and sneered: "I hope the fourth prince's choice is right, heh." ”

……

On the other side, the Marquis' Palace.

The support of the night has also arrived, and the Hundred Bird Assassin Regiment led by Mo Crow directly blocked the surroundings, today's matter is not suitable to make too much trouble, especially not to alarm Han Wang'an, so everything has to be solved in the Marquis's Mansion, according to the previous plan, Zhao Jia will be assassinated by Tianze and die unexpectedly.

As for the pressure of Qin and Zhao, Lü Buwei and Guo Kai both blocked it.

"Master Hou is serious, even the ice puppet has been used."

Mo Crow looked at the ice wall that blocked the entire front yard, his eyes were more solemn, and he whispered.

Bai Feng still has that cold attitude, he is not very interested in the battle situation on Bai Yifei's side, his attention is on the side of the startling salamander and the black and white Xuanjian, the battle between the two is not very large, and the hair of the person who looks at the sword move is standing on end, he has no doubt that if he comes up, he will have to lie down in minutes.

"What, attracted to beautiful women?"

The ink crow joked, and his eyes were also fixed on the startled salamander, and there was one thing to say, the startled salamander dressed in a fishing net was even more heroic and charming.

"Very strong!"

Bai Feng said in a solemn tone, it was the first time he had seen such a high-end game, and neither of them was something he could deal with, and he couldn't even entangle.

The speed at which the two of them broke out in the fight was faster than his body.

"How can the Tianzi-level killer of the net not be strong."

The ink crow whispered to himself, there was no surprise in his eyes, whether it was a startled salamander or a black and white Xuanjian, they were all among the top killers in the net, and the big man who died in the hands of the two did not know how to go, they were all the best in the net, and their strength was naturally not comparable to that of a hundred birds.

Bai Feng didn't refute, just looked at the ink crow beside him and asked, "We're just looking at it like that?" ”

"There is no news from the general's side yet, so we can just cordon off the surroundings according to the previous order."

Mo Crow nodded and said.

Meanwhile.

In the Marquis's Mansion, Zhao Jia took Flame Spirit Ji and the Great Secretary to face Mrs. Mingzhu.

I haven't seen her for many days, she is still wearing the long dress like a purple enchantress, the snow in front of her is extremely dazzling, her narrow eyes are rippling with demagogic charm, her ruddy lips are pursed with a light smile, and she whispered: "I didn't expect Childe to really dare to come to the appointment, but it seems that there are a lot of people." ”

She glanced at Flame Spirit Ji and the Great Priest.

"They only came with me, and if Madame doesn't like it, she can let them wait outside the house."

Zhao Jia chuckled softly.

Madame Mingzhu smiled, her eyes fell on Zhao Jia again, her slender jade fingers pinched a sharp golden needle, gently slid it over her lips, and said in a low voice: "This kind of thing is naturally not suitable for too many people to be present. ”

"I think so too, you guys go out first."

Zhao Jia nodded, then looked at Da Si Ming and Flame Spirit Ji, and motioned for the two to go out.

Da Si Ming frowned, looking at Zhao Jia, who seemed to be dazed, he had the urge to call Dongjun over, but he finally held back.

Flame Spirit Ji was very relieved to Zhao Jia, glanced at Mrs. Mingzhu and turned to leave.

The Great Priest followed.

With the door closed.

Only Zhao Jia and Mrs. Mingzhu were left in the room, and the windows were covered by curtains, making the light slightly dim, and with Mrs. Mingzhu bending down to light the candles, an ambiguous atmosphere shrouded in. (End of chapter)