The night is dark, snow is flying, and the capital is covered with a layer of white, which makes this ancient city more charming.

There are still lights in a house in the capital.

The weather was very cold, but at this time Xiong Beiyuan, the Minister of War, was even colder.

At this time, a young man was sitting in front of him. The young man was still holding a folding fan and was smiling at him.

"Do you know who I am?" Xiong Beiyuan stared at the young man with his eyes and said in a cold voice.

"The second-rank official of Wei State, Xiong Beiyuan, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, Xiong Zongqi's biological father, a scum who had an affair with his brother and wife." The young man knocked on the folding fan in his hand and said slowly.

Hearing his words, Xiong Beiyuan's expression became even colder. He stood up slowly, and his body couldn't help but exude an uneven and powerful aura.

"Who are you?" he asked slowly at the young man.

The young man smiled and said, "My father is the magistrate of Mengting County, the seventh rank. My name is Zhang Yuan, and I am a candidate for the examination this year, a juren."

"Seventh-rank? Juren?" Xiong Beiyuan showed anger on his face and scolded: "Then dare you threaten me too? What is your father? What are you? You are looking for death! Believe it or not, I can make your family die!"

"Tsk tsk..." Zhang Yuan smiled and shook his head, then unfolded the folding fan, and slapped the wind, while saying, "Mr. Xiong, I'm not a thing, I'm the one who can take your life."

That is, when he finished speaking, the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man walked in from the darkness and stared at Xiong Beiyuan coldly.

"Mo Qiubai?" Xiong Beiyuan's face changed when he saw this man, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

He knows this person, who is the most famous master in the capital recently, and one of the most powerful masters in the world.

But he never thought that Mo Qiubai would come to his house and seemed to obey the orders of the young man.

And this person was able to take his life in an instant.

"Mo Qiubai, can you rebel?" Xiong Beiyuan showed anger on his face and shouted in a low voice.

His shouting was harsh, and even after Mo Qiu heard it, his face changed.

"It's not him who rebels, but you." Before Mo Qiubai could speak, Zhang Yuan suddenly laughed? He put away the folding fan.

"It's nonsense!" Xiong Beiyuan frowned and said in a cold voice.

Hearing him say this, Zhang Yuan was not in a hurry? He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and placed it on the table. He smiled and said, "Yes, you didn't do anything to be sorry to Wei? But your father-in-law used your power to trade with the free country and privately sold salt and iron? Do you know that privately selling the country's heavy weapon to the enemy country is the death penalty for killing the nine clans! You can't escape death!"

Xiong Beiyuan's expression changed when he heard this, he quickly walked to Zhang Yuan, picked up the paper, and looked down.

And the more he looked, the whiter his face became? In the end, his face was gone.

All of this paper are evidence of his father-in-law's crimes. He could tell at a glance that each of them is true and there is no falsehood.

"Listen to me? Be my subordinates, I will make sure your whole family is fine." Zhang Yuan stood up? He approached Xiong Beiyuan's ear and whispered.

Hearing his words, Xiong Beiyuan's face turned red immediately, and then glared at Zhang Yuan and said, "Impossible? Even if my family was raided and exterminated, I would not betray the interests of the court."

He naturally knew that this person must be detrimental to the court, otherwise what would he do if he threatened him, a second-rank official?

"Oh... Lord Xiong is indeed loyal and loyal, Zhang admires it." Zhang Yuan shook his head and sighed when he heard this, and then smiled and said, "But do you know that after you die, no one will know your loyalty.

Your whole family will be killed, and you have the reputation of having an affair with your brother and wife. In this way, you will probably be remembered in your heart like Zhao Wuqi, the son of the Northwest Marquis, and your reputation will remain for thousands of years."

Speaking of this, he shook his head and sighed, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"You..." Xiong Beiyuan's face was blue and white. He naturally knew what Zhao Wuqi was about. The reason why Zhao Wuqi was remembered was because he did a stupid thing and smashed the eldest prince's head, which made people remember it for so long.

If what he and his sister-in-law do will be recorded in history in the future, it will be a destruction for thousands of years, and anyone may use this matter as a topic of discussion.

Mo Qiubai's face became very strange. He heard this from beginning to end, but he knew that Xiong Beiyuan was a true loyal and patriotic person. If this loyal and patriotic person was recorded in history as a person who betrayed the country and had an affair with his brother and sister-in-law, it would be a big deal.

At the same time, he felt a little cold in his heart. This scholar is so poisonous!

"Mr. Xiong, you choose. Do you want the whole family to be killed, and you are still stigmatized, or do you work with me to gain wealth for a lifetime?" Zhang Yuan sat down, took a cup of tea, took a sip, and then said slowly.

Xiong Beiyuan gritted his teeth and felt cold in his heart. Although the scholar spoke slowly, every word he said was like a needle, piercing him hard in his heart.

"What do you want me to do?" he said in a trembling voice.

Hearing his words, Zhang Yuan waved his hand and smiled, "It's just a small matter. I hope you can advance the progress of the following martial arts department and make Mo Jiansheng the president of the Martial Academy. You can do what you have above."

As he said that, he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and put it on the table, and then took Mo Qiubai out.

After waiting for them to leave, Xiong Beiyuan picked up the paper from the table and looked at the words on it, his face constantly changing.

"What the hell are you going to do?" he murmured to himself.

This martial arts academy was recently proposed by an official, which allowed the court to systematically train martial arts masters.

When this proposal came out, he thought it was a good thing, but now he feels that this matter is entirely prepared for Mo Qiubai.

At this time, he suddenly felt that the time when Mo Qiubai became famous was too coincidental, and it happened to be in the capital.

This plan has actually begun long ago, and I am just a pawn.

"Chess piece?" Xiong Beiyuan sneered, walked into the study room, and began to write quickly.

What he did before was that as long as a person died, nothing would be left.

His brother can die, his sister-in-law can die. As for his illegitimate son, it is indeed a pity, but if he blocks his future, he should die.

Moreover, he has no feelings for this illegitimate son.

As for what his father-in-law did, it would be easier to do, but it would not be impossible to erase the traces. After all, he had never participated in this matter before, and it would definitely be a contribution to destroying his relatives for justice.

"You are still too tender." Xiong Beiyuan murmured while writing a letter.

At this time, his eyes were full of murderous intent. He had been working hard for most of his life and was almost becoming the Minister of War. How could he do such a stupid thing?

And just as he was writing the letter, Zhang Yuan and Mo Qiubai had already walked into the courtyard of Xiong Mansion.

On the way, Mo Qiubai looked hesitant on his face, and then hesitated: "Mr. Zhang, I heard that my son had a misunderstanding with you in Zetian Mansion?"

Hearing Mo Qiubai's words, Zhang Yuan was slightly stunned, then seemed to remember something, shook his head and smiled: "It's true, but it's just a child's joke. I didn't take it to heart, and there's no need to take it to heart. Let it go through this matter."

Mo Qiubai felt relieved when he heard this, and then hurriedly said, "Mr. Zhang, I will definitely follow your instructions in the future."

He was so scared that he was dying. Although this scholar was an ordinary juren, he had already made a second-rank official in the court before he even entered the court.

If he gets into such a person, he may not be able to sleep well.

But he was relieved. This man was quite generous and did not continue to cause trouble for himself.
Chapter completed!