Mr. Jue broke out in a big fire.

Apart from Qinglong, the four spirit chiefs and deputy directors of Tanzhou had nine people. He called him to the mansion overnight and cursed him.

Especially Xuanwu's chief and the first vice-minister in charge of daily affairs were even scolded so much that he couldn't raise his head.

Mr. Jue has always been elegant, but this time he really became popular. He actually grabbed the front of the chief Xuanwu and stared at him, "Who will be the assassination next time? Are you or me? You are responsible for the inner guard, please explain."

Just like a doctor who cannot punish him, when he reaches a certain level, he must abide by certain conventions, which is both a constraint and a protection. For example, he will not be assassinated.

Because assassination is the simplest, who can’t get dozens of killer killers, and who can’t get a strong bow and crossbow? Once this example is opened, you can do it, you can do it, you dare to do it, and you dare to do it, and everyone will end up being finished together.

Of course, the chief officer of Xuanwu knew the seriousness of the situation and shouted: "It is all my responsibility, please punish me."

The first deputy director of Xuanwu hurriedly said, "I am not well assigned, so I should be punished if I want to punish me."

"I don't want punishment, I want a solution. Fengsha sued me and asked me for an explanation. I still allowed me to explain to him before dawn. Humph! What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm so embarrassed and shameless..."

Mr. Jue pushed away the chief Xuanwu: "The four spirits of Tanzhou are so powerful that they can't even protect a chief in the city. Who will dare to report their duties in the future? When you go to the place, can they also do some tricks?"

He paused and said sarcastically: "I promise that those local emperors can make people disappear are definitely more than you."

The two Xuanwu leaders, the chief and deputy, dared not speak out.

The head of the Suzaku whispered: "Now everyone is staring at Hidden Valley to prevent dogs from jumping over the wall. It is inevitable that there will be insufficient staff. The incident happened suddenly and no one got the information..."

Mr. Jue waved his hand to interrupt, lit up the official Xuanwu and said, "What do you think you should do?"

The chief official of Xuanwu hesitated and said, "I think I will try to slow it down. Wang Zhen has made great efforts this time and needs to maintain it."

Mr. Jue remained silent. The wind and sand were just a thorn. If he was so easy to talk to, he wouldn't have a headache every day.

The head of Zhuque coughed lightly: "At the end, Wang Zhen just abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, which really made people feel cold."

Mr. Jue frowned and turned his eyes, and asked everyone: "What do you think?"

Everyone looked at each other and agreed in unison.

Seeing that they didn't see the coffin, Mr. Jue sighed inwardly and thought about his words.

At this time, a Xuanwu Guard rushed in and held his ears.

Mr. Jue's eyes turned cold and he waved his hand to let someone retreat: "Okay! Fengsha was really angry and sent someone to surround the Yong Prince's Mansion."

Everyone's expression changed.

Mr. Jue sneered: "Wang Zhen lives in the Yongwang Mansion. What does Fengsha mean? He pointed at his nose and told me that I won't hand over my wife, so he will get it himself."

He showed a heartbroken look: "Internal fighting is also internal fighting. Do you like to let Yin Gu see jokes? As soon as the situation improved, you went away and thought you had a sure win? Does Fengsha slap in the face hurt? If you don't hurt, I'm hurting."

The chief Xuanwu said angrily: "It's outrageous, he wants to rebel!"

Mr. Jue glanced at him and said, "Yes, he is going to rebel, and then? I will send you to rescue you now. See if Yin Gu and Wang Guang will ambush you happily, and then join forces with the wind and sand to bite you. Go! I promise."

The chief Xuanwu choked immediately.

Mr. Jue sighed and said, "Those who travel a hundred miles apart are half ninety. The closer they get to success, the more difficult it is. Isn't you worried about it? One wind and sand or another throne, can't you tell which one is more important?"

The head of Zhuque hesitated and said, "Wang Zhen is of great importance after all. If he really wants to force him to get angry, will he have another rebellion?"

"A traitor from the Hidden Valley, a dog of a broken family."

The White Tiger Chief, who had not said anything, said, "Can he have good fruits to eat when he returns? He will be done if Yin Gu wins or not. Yin Gu is so handsome and likes to kill his heart the most. As long as he dares to go back, it will be more uncomfortable than death."

As soon as he spoke, the wind direction suddenly changed.

The head of Xuanwu immediately interfered: "Yes, Wang Zhen's ambition is no smaller than Wang E. He still hopes that Wang E will even surpass Wang E to become the emperor after he goes over Wang E. If he hadn't stayed in the Hidden Valley, he would not have turned to us."

Director Zhuque agreed: "Yes, he has no choice."

Yin Valley is much more ethical than the Four Spirits. Since Wang Zhen has become a monk and they have supported Wang Guang, they will never rebel.

The four spirits value real interests more. Whoever has the greatest interests as the emperor will support whoever is not sure whether Wang Zhen and Wang E are from the same camp. Of course, Wang Zhen may replace him, and the chance is not small.

The most important thing is that no matter how high Wang Zhen’s reputation is in the Eastern Bird, he is still alone and must obtain the support of the four spirits, otherwise he will be unable to sing alone.

The wind and sand are different. People need people, money and power. Let’s live a good life if you want to have money.

In short, compared to wind and sand, Wang Zhen is easier to bully.

Mr. Jue pretended to be hesitant: "I am afraid that Wang Zhen will not be willing to let this disciple and niece go, so he may not agree to get married."

"Wang Zhen has nothing to be reluctant to leave..."

Zhuque chief smiled and said, "Wang E originally planned to use this daughter to marry Fengsha. Wang Zhen had agreed, but Fengsha did not let go. Now at most, it is considered to be a man in advance. As long as the person is not killed by Fengsha, the marriage will be considered a successful marriage."

Mr. Jue pondered: "I see wind and sand as a human being, and this woman will probably not die. But she has passed by like this. After all, she has no status and has little impact on wind and sand."

The head of Zhuque whispered: "Isn't it true that Wang E has a daughter and Wang Zhen has an apprentice beside Fengsha? No matter what she has gone there, we can't tell you outside."

Mr. Jue's head pointed at the head of the Xuanwu, and said in a stern manner: "Go and warn Wang Zhen that before dawn, the assassin must be handed over to Fengsha. It's not a princess yet! He put on the princess's airs, made the princess' temper, and had such a big temper..."

...

The wind and sand were soaked in the hot wine pool. Apart from half of the neck and head, there were only the buttresses that spread backwards, half-squinted their eyes, lazily leaning back, and comfortable smelling the smell of wine mixed with the fragrance of flowers.

The beauty of drinking is that it is slightly drunk. Now that I haven’t drunk, I am already slightly drunk.

Several young girls sank in the pool, hugged by them, and rubbed the swelling and pain in their chests. They were all shy and shameful, and they were so beautiful.

Although the wine pool is clear and the floating petals are like a shame-covering flower carpet, the slightest rippling gaps have a hazy beauty.

Mrs. Wang also changed her body and had a thin and short body. She knelt by the pool. Her legs were clasped together to make pillows for the wind and sand. It was full of elasticity and heat, and would never hurt her head and neck. A pair of slender hands hung fog and water, stroking the swollen marks of Fengsha’s fist on her left face.

She actually found a painter, sat opposite the wine pool, dipped ink and drew the scenery, made of long silk as paper, occasionally flipped and shook, allowing the wind and sand to see the progress.

Fengsha just wanted to say that this woman is so good at playing. After asking, I realized that it was not her who knows how to play, but the Wang family can play. I couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!