Hu Buxian blinked with his eyelids, and blue veins flashed on his forehead, jumping thuds.

He is a person who is used to doing dark things, his psychological quality is extremely calm, his hands are stuck in human blood and his feet are stepped on human heads. Ordinary people cannot play mysterious tricks with him at all, and then he will see through it at first sight and then slowly die.

But Changsun Hong said this openly, with a smile on his face, his heart was as cruel as a jackal, and his tone was filled with the intention of me to kill you, but he was as calm as if he was talking about something about someone else, which was irrelevant to Hu Buxian.

"Look, what would you do if I do this? With certification, it is easier to have physical evidence. Just dig two pits at your house, put some things marked with Nan Tang, and bury them well. You can't find them yourself, but the officers and soldiers who searched the house will definitely find them. In this way, everyone, physical evidence is there. Do you think that all the civil and military officials in the court, and there are officials?"

Changsun Hong spread his hands and shrugged: "Whether they believe it or not, I will believe it."

His face was innocent and his expression was quiet. Hu Buxian wanted to pounce on him and cut him alive.

"This is threatening me." Hu Buxian lowered his voice and said fiercely: "You know I will come again. This set of rhetoric has been ready for a long time. Just wait for me to come to bite the hook!"

"Bingo!" Changsun Hong gave a thumbs up: "I am a spy, I understand so quickly."

You said so thoroughly, I don’t understand that it’s a pig!

Hu Buxian slapped the stone table with a ferocious face. To be honest, he thought about hitting it with one punch and directly hitting the young man sitting opposite him down and killing him. He finished all of them, but he didn't dare.

Not to mention the man holding a knife standing a few steps away, Changsun Hong himself has solid bones and long hands and feet. He can tell at a glance that he is a fierce man who has been stabbing people with a knife all year round. Although he is good at fists and feet, he must not let the other party down within one or two moves. Once he fails, he will not know how many masters are peeping at Gusu Inn, where Hu Buxian cannot walk out alive.

"Sir Changsun, I'm just entrusted by someone to make a deal with you and make some money. I have no other skills and no great ability. My official position is only sixth rank. If you tie me to your ship, what are you doing?" Hu Buxian said in a deep voice after holding back his breath.

"Where is, Lord Hu is too modest." Changsun Hong looked at Hu Buxian's expression with interest, full of interest, as if observing what reaction the other party would react. When the hostility in Hu Buxian's eyes dissipated, his tightly squeezed hand slowly released, and obviously returning to calm from the edge of nervousness and thrust, he smiled with relief.

"Just just now, you were able to forcefully suppress the panic and anger in your heart, calm down again in a short time, and ask questions calmly. This quality is worthy of my good deal."

Hu Buxian sneered: "Sir Changsun, please talk about the topic."

"Okay, there is no need to be a heavy hammer for the sound of the drum, and no secret words are spoken. I just said it straightforwardly, I want Lord Hu to follow me to do things!" Changsun Hong also slapped the stone table and said decisively.

Hu Buxian frowned and laughed in silence: "Sir Changsun is kidding? I am a minister of the Song Dynasty. Do you want me to do a detailed work for Dali here?"

He shook his head repeatedly: "You want to find a detailed work. There are many idle people outside. Why should Lord Changsun spend so many twists and turns? He spent hundreds of money, and countless people would help you find out the news."

"Those news are not what I want, they can't spy on it." Changsun Hong looked at his eyes: "I need to know the military information that the Song Dynasty court circulates every day, the location where the Song Dynasty imperial guards are stationed every day, the arrangement of military forces, the transportation of food and grass, and what they are talking about in the court every day, the officials meet and say, and the information that your Imperial City Department is scattered all over the country, and collects, and you must have made detailed arrangements with the Mongolians? If you come back after the news, I will also want one."

Every time he said something, Hu Buxian's face turned pale. When he finished speaking, under Hu Buxian's butt, countless needles suddenly seemed to be placed under his butt, pointing upwards, causing him to stand up suddenly.

"It's so ridiculous!" Hu Buxian couldn't hide his shock this time, and roared with his eyes bulging, "What are you going to do? You want to rebel... Oh, no, are you going to attack Da Song?"

The sweat on his back was soaked in his clothes.

"Be calm, I'm still praising your calmness just now." Changsun Hong waved his hand and didn't care: "I'm from Song Dynasty, how could I fight against the Song Dynasty? There are only tens of thousands of soldiers in Dali. The Song Dynasty can crush Dali with a breath. How could I have such an idea?"

"But, but what you mentioned just now is not for rebellion?" Hu Buxian said excitedly, waving his arms: "Also, many of them are military affairs, and they are under the jurisdiction of the Privy Council. The Imperial City Department has no authority, so it is not convenient to go and ask about it."

"As long as you are willing, it is easy to ask for it." Changsun Hong clapped his hands as he said, and a general came out of the room, holding a large box with difficulty.

Changsun Hong pointed at Hu Buxian's feet and said, "Put it there."

The barbarian general did as he said, and then bowed and retreated.

Hu Buxian looked at the soles of his feet, rolled his eyelids and looked at Changsun Hong.

"There is gold inside, which is considered a deposit." Changsun Hong said simply, his tone still calm: "If Lord Hu is willing to help me, he will receive a lot of money every month in the future."

"Open it and take a look." He pointed to the box, his eyes sharp, his smile disappeared, and his whole body exuded an unstoppable aura.

Hu Buxian looked up and looked at Changsun Hong. His face turned red and white. He took a moment, took a step back and looked at Kowloon Angde standing in the corner of the wall.

Jiulong pinched the hilt of the knife indifferently, and his whole body was full of energy. His eyes fell on Hu Buxian like a knife, like a leopard staring at his prey.

The courtyard became quiet, and there were only one sitting and two standing, and no one moved like a sculpture.

The wind rolled over the tiles, a little cold.

On the osmanthus tree, a yellow dead leaf slowly fell, swinging several times in the breeze, falling on the stone table, making a slight sound.

An unknown bird was chirping in the yard next door. Someone was sweeping outside several walls, and the broom was scraping over the bluestone floor, which was clearly heard.

There are sounds around, but this courtyard is so quiet that it makes people crazy.

Hu Buxian's sweat rolled down his cheeks, dripping to the ground, and fell into several petals.

His hands were shaking in his sleeves.

The box is right under his feet. Once it is opened, he dare not think about the future road. When he thinks about it, he feels scared.

Where to go and how to choose.

"Sir Changsun, what do you want to do?" After a long time, Hu Buxian gritted his teeth and looked at Changsun Hong in a trembling voice and asked, "You are the title of Dali, and you are above ten thousand people. What else do you want? Is it only the king of the Song Dynasty that you can take a look at?"

Changsun Hong did not laugh or answer, his face was full of solemnity, and one hand gently tapped the table, raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes, and the pupils in the cracks of his eyes emitted light.
Chapter completed!