After Li Xiumei left, Xiang Yong returned to his post.

Wan Daozhong is still buried in the case, dealing with official documents.

During this time, Xiang Yong gradually learned that although there were several leaders of the Ibaraki Rebel Army, only Wan Daozhong had the power to make decisions.

To put it simply, the ten thousand ways can convince the people, but the rest of the leaders cannot.

When it was almost noon, Qu Da hurriedly walked in, his lips moved slightly, but Xiang Yong couldn't hear what he said. It should have been a means of bunching into lines.

Wan Daozhong raised his head: "Okay." Now?"

Qu Da nodded.

Wan Daozhong put down his pen and got up, put on a coat, and followed Qu Da out.

Xiang Yong and the others naturally followed, some people opened the way in front, some people were behind the palace, and some people were around Wan Daozhong and were ready to use their bodies to block musket bullets for Wan Dao Zhong at any time.

The empire, which only wanted to quell the rebellion at minimal cost, had already sent several waves of killers. Although it was not easy to infiltrate the city hall, there were a few times when the killers really rushed in front of Wan Daozhong.

Of course, Wan Dao Zhong himself is already a high-end force in this world, and the foundation building realm is a great consummation, and the backward musket will definitely not be able to kill him.

But if Wan Daozhong is injured, it is a dereliction of duty on the part of the guards.

Jianghu people who attach great importance to the sense of honor will naturally not let this happen.

The group hurried through the corridor to a side hall with a sign reading "Health Work Office".

Qu Da glanced sternly at the guards: "You all stay outside and keep guard, don't let anyone get close here." ”

Xiang Yong and the others all nodded in response.

Qu Da opened the door, Wan Daozhong stepped in with his head held high, Xiang Yong glanced into the door hurriedly, although he only glanced at it, but looking at the man's wooden prosthetics, Xiang Yong immediately recognized him.

Liu Cripple!

Xiang Yong realized that this was a great opportunity to find out about Sheng Du's purpose.

But how can we overhear the conversation of those foundation building masters without being noticeable? After all, the other party has the ability to "form a line", and it is useless to open his ears by himself.

That's when he suddenly reacted. Liu Cripple knows Li Xiumei's true identity! Li Xiumei must not be allowed to meet him!

Good spirits do not work, bad spirits.

Soon, the door opened again, and Wan Daozhong poked his head out and ordered: "Brother Xiao, let your fiancée come over and bring the few documents I gave her in the morning." ”

Xiang Yong responded with a smile and immediately set off to find Li Xiumei.

In the side hall next to the mayor's office, he saw Li Xiumei burying her head in paperwork.

Xiang Yong closed the door, walked in quickly, and whispered, "It's a big trouble." Wan Daozhong was talking to Liu Cripple, and he asked you to go over and send some documents. You call you sick immediately, go back to rest, and I'll send the documents. ”

Li Xiumei frowned and didn't say anything, and only slowly shook her head after a while: "No, my identity will be flawed one day, so it's better to face it now." ”

Xiang Yong was a little surprised: "Are you sure? What reason are you going to find?"

Li Xiumei smiled slightly: "Look at me." A pretty woman is always very good at lying because she has so much to hide. ”

"Don't you need to speak with me?"

"No, just watch quietly. ”

Li Xiumei picked up the documents on the table and followed Xiang Yong with her head held high, towards the unknown.

......

The room where Liu Cripple and Wan Daozhong had a secret conversation.

Xiang Yong stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Brother Wan, my fiancée is here." ”

Wan Daozhong smiled: "Let her in." ”

"Let my biological brother come in too?" Li Xiumei said calmly, "After all, we and Liu Xiongwen are old acquaintances. ”

Soon, the door opened inward, and Wan Daozhong's majestic gaze swept over, although he still had a smile on his face, but at this time his gaze gave people a great sense of oppression: "I don't remember you saying that you met Brother Liu. ”

Behind Wan Daozhong, Liu Cripple showed a surprised gaze, and then there was a hint of hatred in his eyes: "Isn't this Officer Li and her obedient dog." ”

"What's going on? Wan Daozhong said in a deep voice.

Xiang Yong and Li Xiumei stepped in.

Xiang Yong had no fear in his heart.

Even if he faced the two foundation building realms, even if he was in the Longtan Tiger's Den and there were several foundation building masters around, if he wanted to escape, he still had a chance to get away.

It's just that the subsequent tasks are in vain.

Now let's just look at what kind of performance Li Xiumei can present to turn the situation around.

"Sit down. Wan Daozhong said lightly, and he sat back behind his desk.

Liu lame sat down opposite him, and said with a smile: "Lao Wan, you are really too careless, and you actually let the Imperial Police into your team." We may have to rethink the matter of cooperation. ”

Wan Daozhong picked up the teacup, blew on it, took a sip, and said lightly: "Li Huamei, Officer Li, do you have anything to explain?"

Li Xiumei smiled calmly: "I have nothing to explain, my original name is Li Xiumei, and I used to work in the Imperial Capital Police Headquarters. Later, he didn't want to do it, so he followed his brother to join the rebel army and changed his name to Li Huamei. ”

"Oh," Wan Daozhong raised his eyelids, "why don't you want to do it? The job of a police officer is good, there is plenty of oil and water, and there is face when walking on the street." ”

"Actually, I'm a widow. Li Xiumei said.

Xiang Yong saw with his own eyes that Li Xiumei used this sentence as a starting point, reversing Wan Daozhong and Liu Cripple's impression of her in one fell swoop.

She recounted plainly.

She was born in the slums of the imperial capital, her mother died very young, and her father struggled to raise her. The family was destitute, and my father was unable to continue the strings.

She has been beautiful since she was a child, and when she reached her teenage years, she was even more slim.

If she continues like this, in a few years, she will probably be forced by the gangsters entrenched in the slums on a dark and windy night, and then become a tool to help them make money with her body.

Many beautiful women in the slums have taken this path. They don't have a choice.

But at the age of 16, her fortunes changed. An imperial police officer met her in the course of handling the case, fell in love with her at first sight, and decided to marry her.

It was a young and handsome police officer with a great future, and although his family background was not particularly strong, it was no problem to ensure that he was promoted in the system step by step.

He loved her very much, respected her, and cared for her.

So she got married. There's not much of a choice, is there? It has nothing to do with love, but through this marriage, she was finally able to escape from the slum with her father.

But the good times were short-lived.

The day before the wedding, her new husband was hit by a stray bullet while on a work trip, and the lead bullet drilled deep into his body, shattering and deforming, and unable to be removed by surgery.

She still married.

In the last period of her husband's life, she gave him solace.

In this day and age, there is no cure for lead poisoning.

Unless the people of the rivers and lakes use the magical "true yuan" to expel poison for him.

But how is it possible for a police officer to find charlatans to help?

So after a year of agony in a hospital bed, he died.