said last time: The black and white face told the truth, and Wan Tian was domineering, and scolded the two of them for being waste rice buckets, spineless, and almost killed them. At the critical moment, his father Wan Xingyun arrived, saying that it would be useless to execute them now, and it was Wan Tianba who assigned such a difficult task to them, and if the task failed, Wan Tianba also had a responsibility, so let the two of them make up for it now, and send Wan Xingyun's handwritten letter to the Prime Minister's Mansion to ask what happened.

Walking out of the black and white face of the dead door, the disciple at the door sneered: "You two, why are you scared like this?" The white-faced snort coldly and said, "I want you to take care of it, you guard your door well!" The disciple was bored with himself, and continued to laugh and did not speak again. The black-faced one pulled him and motioned for him to hurry up.

On the way, the white-faced man took out the special forehead guard of the Dead Gate, took it away from his head, and said very unhappily: "In this capital, as long as you bring us this thing, I see who dares to provoke us." I'm not angry now, and now it's up to everyone to want to go up and punch him. Looking at him with a black face, he smiled bitterly: "Don't seek self-comfort, the new task assigned to us by the door master is not simple at all, you have to think that if the group of people who arrested us last night are really the subordinates of the Prime Minister, do you think that if we go back now, even if we can leave a life, I am afraid that we will have to suffer a lot." So, if you are unconvinced, if you are unhappy, just talk about it now, and when you get to the Prime Minister's Mansion, you still have to be angry. The white-faced man couldn't figure it out, so he stopped and said, "Hey, brother, tell me, the two of us have been out for so many years, when have we been wronged like this, the more I think about it, the more helpless I become." The black-faced man saw that the pedestrians next to him were far away from them, so he whispered: "Okay, okay, now we are on the street, the so-called partition wall has ears, what do you complain about, find a place where no one will send it in the future, we are still cautious in our words and deeds, and honestly complete this task." The white-faced one frowned, patted him with a black face, and said, "Okay, brother, it's not that you don't understand how our sect does things, if we delay the trip, we will die faster." The white-faced man sighed, and had no choice but to walk towards the interior of the capital.

Half an hour later, the two of them came to the Prime Minister's Mansion in the capital. The courtyard in the palace is very large, and the prime minister is worthy of being above 10,000 people under one person, and the scale of the mansion is slightly smaller than the main house of the palace. Outside the door, the four family members stood there straight, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that although they were named family ding, they actually knew martial arts, although they were not masters of the rivers and lakes, but they were more than enough to deal with ordinary petty theft and smash troublemakers. The black and white faces glanced at each other, knowing that these four people were not easy to mess with, but they also recognized that they were not the people who arrested them before, and they also mustered up courage in their hearts, and the black face took a few steps forward, and said respectfully: "The person who delivered the letter at the door of the dead asked to see Prime Minister Liu Cheng, and asked the brother to make it convenient and go in to report it." As if they hadn't heard, the four of them kept their eyes on the door. The white-faced man stood behind the black-faced and whispered: "Brother, the four of them can't be deaf, why are you talking so loudly, they don't react at all." The black-faced man shook his head and said, "Even if we can't hear anything, they can't be deaf, I think, they just deliberately ignore me, and want to give us a dismount, hmph, if the young master comes to ask for a meeting, they dare to do this." These people are bullying and bullying us, and now we are people under the roof, how can we not bow our heads, I will say it again. The black-faced man raised his voice and said again: "The person who delivered the letter at the door of the dead land, I asked to see Prime Minister Liu Cheng, and asked the brothers to make it convenient and help me report it." The four of them didn't make any moves, only asked with a long face: "What kind of letter is from the Dead Gate, let's briefly talk about it first." The black face was embarrassed, and said with a wry smile: "Brother, you are embarrassed for me, this is a letter written by our sect master Wan Xingyun himself, asking me to hand it over to the Prime Minister for reading, how can we know the content of this letter." Another person said, "Since we don't know the general contents of the letter, let us inform the Prime Minister, don't you know that the Prime Minister has been very busy with official business lately? The white-faced man stomped a few feet angrily, and the long-faced man reminded sharply: "I don't know that you don't know, it's the first offense, and we won't pursue it much, but remember for me, at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, you can't make loud noises, you can't stomp your feet indiscriminately." The white-faced one shouted: "You..." The black-faced one hurriedly stopped him, covering his mouth, and the eyes of the four people in front of him who were full of murderous intent were somewhat restrained, and the black-faced whispered: "Brother, the hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, don't make trouble at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, otherwise even if the owner of the door comes, he won't be able to protect us." The white-faced man pushed his hand away, looked to the side, and said no more.

At this time, the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion opened, and an elderly man about fifty years old, a little hunchbacked, walked out, and he asked: "What happened, didn't I tell you that no one is allowed to mess around at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion?" Fauber nodded slightly and said, "You did the right thing. He looked up in the direction of the black and white face, and asked, "Is it the two of you who ask to see the prime minister?" The black and white face nodded in unison, and said in unison: "Exactly, our master has an important letter to hand over to the prime minister." Fauber looked the two of them up and down, and then said, "Okay, you two come in with me first." After saying that, Fauber whispered to the four people guarding the door, and the four of them got out of the way, and the black and white faces did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly followed.

Fauber arranged for the two of them to sit down in the large living room of the council, and ordered his servants to pour tea for the two of them. The black-faced man said embarrassedly: "Uncle, how can we drink tea in the Prime Minister's mansion, we still have a task to do, let's go to see Prime Minister Liu first, and hand over this letter to his old man." Fauber was expressionless, but said, "There is naturally a reason why I let you sit here and drink tea first." The old man and the young master have gone out to work, and they may not be able to come back for a while, so you should rest first. The white-faced asked again: "Uncle, then it's not good for us to return to the master, but our master has set the time for delivery, if it is delayed, our two brothers will be punished." Fu Bo said: "There is no way, the master is not here, the young master is not here, my old man has no right to receive this important letter from you, I believe you don't have to worry about giving it to me, so let's wait." The black face looked at the white face and said, "Brother, it seems that our luck has been really bad recently." The white-faced man suddenly remembered something and asked, "Uncle, I have a question I want to ask you, I don't know if you can answer me." Fauber arranged the chairs neatly, and then said unhurriedly: "I will definitely say what I can say, so if you can't ask, don't ask." Where does the white-faced person know what he can't ask, and he can't care so much at this time, he asked: "Uncle, are there any of the many masters in the Prime Minister's mansion?" As soon as he said this, Fu Bo's eyes showed a trace of displeasure, and he said lightly: "These are not things you should ask, shut up quickly, otherwise, if you anger Mr., he will never show mercy." The white-faced man wondered, "What, sir?" Fauber kept staring at him, and the look in his eyes was so frightened that the white-faced man didn't dare to continue.

Seeing that the two of them had shut up, Fauber honestly began to drink tea, and cleaned the council hall a little, then walked out slowly, leaving a sentence: "You just wait here, don't move around, otherwise the old man will not dare to guarantee that you will have the life to go out." The white-faced wiped the beads of sweat on his head and said, "Brother, who are we offending here, this can't be asked, that can't go, it's really bad luck recently." The black-faced man sat there and sighed: "What's the solution, the old man just now is okay, at least he will remind us, otherwise we don't know how we died." The two of them waited with trepidation......

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