The rain was pouring down, and the crow army outside Wang Fuchao's mansion stretched out a black umbrella, black clothes and black umbrellas, like a huge dark cloud, which made the already cold air even more chilling.

In Wang Fuchao's room, Wen Jin pulled out the knife on his waist and pointed at Wang Fuchao, and his shrill voice was cold.

"Since the old lady has confessed, then follow me to the prison of the Supervision Division. ”

On the seat, the centenarian's head moved, and he didn't know if he really looked at Wen Jin.

"Xiaoyou is the head of the Supervision Department, and he is full of murderous energy, but it is not a good thing to be too impatient. ”

Wang Fuchao's words are gentle, like a teacher who is kind to the younger generation.

"The old man is about to enter the ground, and he can't walk anymore, so it's better to calm down and listen to my story. ”

When Wen Jin heard this, he was about to step forward to take someone, but Han Hui motioned for him to stop.

"Master!" Wen Jin hurriedly said: "Arrest him first, let's go out, who knows what his intentions are!"

Han Hui didn't think that Wen Jin was unreasonable, Wang Fuchao had already received the news that they were coming, and it was not impossible if there was any arrangement, but he had a strange intuition, telling him what Wang Fuchao said next, he had to listen.

After pondering for a moment, he still said to Wang Fuchao: "The younger generation listens to you." ”

"That's right, it's not in vain that you've been searching for half a year. ”

Wang Fuchao began his narration without hurry.

"Many years ago, there was a scholar who was determined to change the injustice of this country from the beginning of his childhood, and at that time, he was reading all kinds of books every day, such as wars, poems, mountains and rivers, and geography. ”

"There was a girl, that girl was beautiful and gentle, at that time, whether it was a young talent from ten miles and eight towns, or a good man in the green forest near and far on the mountain, there were countless people who came to the door to propose marriage, but she refused, and just went to send the scholar the dishes she made by herself day after day. ”

"After three years, or five years? I can't remember it clearly when I'm old, hehe, the scholar was promoted by the imperial court, but he was going to another mansion as an official, and before leaving, he finally became a relative to the girl. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Fuchao's voice became softer and softer, as if he recalled something happy.

Han Hui said coldly: "If the junior guess is right, the scholar that the old lady said is yourself." ”

"Yes, that's right. Wang Fuchao laughed dryly twice and said, "Let's listen to the old man." ”

"Later, girl, my Yun'er was killed. ”

"When I returned to my hometown, she was only a corpse, and I heard that when I passed by a wine shop at night, she was forcibly dragged into the room by a man with strong martial arts, and no one dared to care, and when I found it the next day, she was out of breath. ”

As soon as the words changed, Wang Fuchao's voice was still full of tenderness, but at this time, it was full of desolation and hatred.

"I can't take revenge, because the thief who insulted and killed Yun'er was Zhang Xiangluo's guard!"

Han Hui was taken aback, but remembered that he had flipped through the secret files of the previous dynasties stored in the imperial city, which mentioned that Zhang Xiangluo was fond of micro-service private visits when he was the king, and there were always a few incognito guards around him to protect him.

Before he could continue to think about it, Wang Fuchao's gradually excited voice pulled him back into the story.

"I should have gone down to accompany her at that time, but I didn't accept it, the emperor's guards could casually insult a woman from a good family?

"But no one could help me at that time, and I swore that if anyone could avenge me, I would be a cow and a horse for him, and I would be a slave for the rest of my life!"

Wang Fuchao's image of an old and gentle elder was gone at this time, and while he was crying, he opened his hands like dead wood and turned them up and down, as if the enemy of the year was in front of him, and he wanted to strangle him to death.

His eyes, which were almost out of sight, opened, but inside was scarlet.

This hatred and hatred will never be forgotten for the rest of your life!

Han Hui just looked at it, still stopping Wen Jin, he could guess that this story was not over, and the important part was coming soon.

Sure enough, after dancing for a while, the body that was almost exhausted and the lamp was no longer good, so he had to die down, accompanied by a faint breath, Wang Fuchao's story continued.

"My friends persuaded me not to pursue it, my family also advised me not to pursue it, and even the noble man who carried me all the way back then, he held the power of the government, and he could only let me settle down. ”

"It was my most desperate day, I abandoned my official duties, found a ruined temple, and bought some wine every day to live in poverty. Until one night, he put the head of the thief who killed my Yun'er in front of me. ”

"Who is he!"

Han Hui knew that the key point was coming, so he hurriedly interrupted Wang Fuchao and asked.

"Who is he? Wang Fuchao's words were joking, as if he was satirizing Han Hui.

"Chu Mo?"

"Who else could it be?"

The chill that penetrated through the brain invaded again, and the last time I had this feeling was when Liu Bin threatened that Zhang Tianxi's master was Chu Mo.

After experiencing a terrifying night in the water village, Chu Moli has become a lingering nightmare for Han Hui for the rest of his life.

His voice trembled and asked Wang Fuchao, "Old lady...... Wang Fuchao...... You, since you joined the government in Chenghua Mansion, you have always been Chu Mo's internal response?"

"So to speak. Wang Fuchao said: "I swore that since he helped me avenge my revenge, I am naturally his slave." ”

"But the old man became the prime minister of the left from the army, Mr. Chu never asked me to do a favoritism, I do things with my conscience, and I can be regarded as worthy of Dayue if I ask myself. ”

"As for Zhang Xiangluo's death, the old man did two things for Mr. Chu. ”

"What's the matter?" Han Hui hurriedly asked, like a drug addict, he rarely had such a gaffe.

"One, support Zhang Yue as the emperor, and second, abolish Zhang Yue. ”

Han Hui suddenly realized that his doubts for several years were all relieved under Wang Fuchao's words.

Why did Wang Fuchao defect when Zhang Yunlan seized the throne, why did Li Zhong, the governor of Jinyangmen, assist Zhang Tianxi and his gang, and now Xuanlian and Xuanwu are in turmoil.

It's not so much that Wang Fuchao did all this, it's better to say that it's all Chu Mochao stirring up the storm behind his back.

A giant in the rivers and lakes can affect the change of the throne of the four dynasties.

Han Hui secretly made up his mind, although he didn't know how Chu Mo was resurrected, he must completely eradicate it.

But he still had a question, so he said: "Old lady, do you know, why Chu Mo has repeatedly taken a stance on Zhang Yue, but now he accepts Zhang Yue's son as an apprentice?"

Wang Fuchao had calmed down and returned to his unhurried appearance.

"I can't think of anything that Prime Minister Han Cheng can't understand, no matter what, the old man will tell you. ”

"What level Mr. Chu's cultivation has reached, the old man doesn't know, his existence will always be like a mystery. It's like when you took someone to kill him nine years ago, he already knew that you were investigating him, and it was a half-truth to go mad and retreat to death, and the retreat was real, but the real purpose was to announce his death through your mouth, so that he could plan for today. ”

The process of his acceptance of Zhang Tianxi as an apprentice is not clear, but why his attitude towards Zhang Yue changed back then was because at the beginning he promised to help Zhang Yue ascend to the throne, that is, after he ascended the throne, he would be the supreme martial arts in the Jingdu Dojo and press down Tongye Mountain. ”

Zhang Yue was capricious, and after ascending the throne, he did not intend to decentralize power to the Jingdu Dojo, but relied on the protection of the Imperial Forest Army and the guard Zeng Xulou not to take Mr. Chu in his eyes, and refused to fulfill his promise. ”

"Until the first emperor raised an army to attack Zhang Yue, Mr. Chu thought that the time had come, so he asked me, who had been holding his troops, to defeat Zhang Yue from the inside. ”

"I secretly accepted Li Zhong as my righteous son back then, and there were Liao Bailian under my command, Tu Yaosong and other die-hard loyalists in high positions, and it was not difficult for Mr. Chu to master the court situation. ”

Unconsciously, cold sweat had soaked Han Hui's vest, which was really a big game of chess!

"Thank you, old lady, for helping me out. Han Hui hugged his fist at Wang Fuchao, looking at this old man, he suddenly felt a little emotional.

"Chu Mo asked you to turn against Zhang Yue back then, there should be another layer of intention. ”

"Make a great contribution, grasp more power in the new dynasty, and become a more powerful pawn for him. ”

"It's a pity that this wish was broken by me, and now he directly asked you to instigate a rebellion between the two provinces, making it clear that he knew that you would be found out, and he had treated you as an outcast. ”

Han Hui said sincerely: "Old lady, have you ever thought about this day?"

Wang Fuchao didn't answer for a while, Han Hui didn't speak, and after a long time, he smashed his mouth tremblingly, and said: "The old man said before that I have been Mr. Chu's slave all my life, and he wants me to die, and I have no complaints." ”

"Then why are you telling me this today? Han Hui asked, "You don't have to say that you can let these mysteries confuse me for the rest of my life, and you can even gather your forces to break the net with me, but you have done me a great favor." ”

"Hahaha!" Wang Fuchao suddenly laughed when he heard this, his voice was hearty, not like a centenarian.

"The old man said that if it weren't for Mr. Chu's explanation, the old man would do it with his conscience, and I would be a loyal minister. ”

"Letting the two mansions make chaos is within my duty as Mr. Chu's slave, and I am complaining to you about this, just because I don't want the flood to be raging after the old man's death. ”

After a few words, Wang Fuchao became more and more energetic, and his body also revealed a convincing momentum.

Han Hui stared at him for a while, and then saluted again: "The old lady can't help himself, but he is also a loyal minister." ”

"Prime Minister Han Cheng said this, but it can break my old bones. Wang Fuchao said with a smile: "Everyone in the world says that your Han Hui's means of being the prime minister are much better than my Wang Fuchao, and today I will take the last plan to meet with you." ”

"What's the plan?"

Wang Fuchao didn't answer, his body suddenly twisted, as if he had suffered great pain, and a "whine" sound came out of his throat.

Immediately after, disgusting green juice flowed from his seven holes, and a rancid smell filled the room.

"It's poison!

Wen Jin's eyes flashed ruthlessly, and he immediately stepped in front of Han Hui.

I saw that his hands emitted a cold aura, and with just a casual swipe, he wrapped up a trace of poisonous gas floating towards Han Hui, and then shook it, shooting the poisonous gas towards the beams of the house.

"Phew!"

The moment the poisonous gas touched the wooden beams, it dyed a large patch of green, and the sawdust on it kept peeling off, falling from the dead wood like leaves that had lost their nutrients.

Look at Wang Fuchao again, there is still life at this moment, he was poisoned beyond recognition, and the skin and flesh on his face dissolved into a lump of disgusting rotten flesh, and he was already exhausted.

Under the protection of Wen Jin, Han Hui slowly walked over and looked at the extremely tragic death of Wang Fuchao, and sighed helplessly.

"The old lady is full of wisdom, and the younger generation admires it. ”

"It's too ruthless to just sacrifice your own life. ”

"Those who are good at scheming can be city strategists, and the old lady deserves a voice - poisoners. ”

......

The rain outside stopped at some point.

Under the gaze of many crow troops, Wen Jin and Han Hui finally came out.

Han Hui instructed Wen Jin: "The rest of the finishing will be handed over to you, and you will go to the palace for the teacher." ”

"Still going?" Wen Jin exclaimed: "You should go and accompany your wife, it's so late, Your Majesty is afraid that you will also rest." ”

"No," Han Hui said, "At this time, I can't rest, and Your Majesty can't rest." ”

"And a few of you, you go get busy first, your senior brother and second senior brother, it's time to do something. ”