beautiful heart

The innkeeper looked at Beishanluo who had been helped upstairs, and then at the housekeeper who was about to go out behind Wen Zhong and the other four, with a look of anxiety on his face. Although Beishanlu lived upstairs, this wine served It was Beishan Ding who hesitated for a while, and called Xiaoer over to explain a few words.

Xiao Er got the order and hurried out, and when they saw Wen Zhong they shouted: "Guest officer, you haven't settled the bill yet."

Fortunately, the sedan chair was just about to start and did not leave. Before Wen Zhong and the others could speak, the housekeeper greeted him, "My young master is drunk, how much is it?".

"Nine pots of good wine, six servings of food, a total of 15 taels," said Xiaoer while bowing his head and counting with his fingers.

The butler didn't expect his young master to spend so much money for just ordering such a few things. He was a little upset and felt that his young master was cheated, but now he couldn't say anything in front of so many people, so he hesitated for a while and gave the money to Xiao Er.

Ma Ren suddenly remembered what Bei Shanding and Shi Yi said during dinner, and hurriedly walked up to the butler and said a few words. Then he brought two people back to the inn.

In the afternoon, the bustling Yingbin Inn, because the night is deep, is now very quiet, and with the departure of everyone in Beifu, it is even more quiet. Not long after, the streets paved with bluestone slabs began to resound. The sound of dripping rain.

In a mansion in Lanzhou Xingcheng, except for the dimly lit lanterns hanging under the eaves, there is only one room that is still lit. Looking around, there are actually two figures moving .

"Father, there has been news from the palace that Beishan must have left the Xingcheng for many days, why hasn't Dad kept doing it? And he didn't allow me to do it?" The chair was kicked upside down.

"My son doesn't have to worry, he will take his time as a father." The middle-aged man who was called Dad didn't blame his son's rudeness at all, nor was he as irritable as his son, so he drank tea calmly.

"Father, tell me quickly! Don't be in a hurry, I'm in a hurry. This time, Beishan Dingwei's travel is simply asking for death, and it's also a god-sent opportunity. As long as Beishan Ding dies, the land of the East China Sea will naturally belong to me. Therefore, He must die!" The young man gave Beibei a vicious look after speaking.

The young man's words finally made the middle-aged man put down his teacup, "This is indeed a godsend opportunity. As long as Beishan is sure to die, you will be able to inherit the position logically. It is the best policy to fight without bloodshed."

"In that case, why didn't dad let me send someone to kill him?" The young man knew that his father thought the same as himself but didn't act. He was very puzzled at once, and he was a little annoyed in his heart, so his tone naturally became more serious.

"I really don't know what to say about you, and you don't think about it carefully. It was you who insisted on going your own way that almost caused us to lose everything. Fortunately, the lord is still the lord. If the lord is the first, I'm afraid our scapegoats won't be useful at all. The ones who lost their heads are our father and son." The middle-aged man also became excited.

"What dad said is true, but it's up to dad" let the middle-aged man say this. The young man remembered the assassination attempt at the beginning, and resentment suddenly arose. He was not reconciled to sending so many people but failed to kill that person. He hates it!He blames it!

"I know you are in a hurry, so why am I not in a hurry, but this murder has to be done slowly. According to the experience last time, it must not be done in the East China Sea. No action yet," the middle-aged man paused here, and pointed to the chair to signal the young man to sit down.

"Now counting the days, he should have arrived in Pingcheng. Tomorrow, you can prepare. Besides sending people yourself, don't forget that there is also a killer pavilion. Don't be reluctant to part with the little money. How much do you want when you get the land of the East China Sea?" How many?" The middle-aged man was deeply afraid that his son would commit another crime.

"Father is very scheming, but my son is not as good as he is, so I will do it right away," the young man said, getting up and preparing to leave.

"Wait a minute, I haven't finished yet. If you and I only think of these two tricks, wouldn't they be worthy of the word Laomou? Don't forget, we are not the only ones who are looking forward to Beishan's death. Immediately." Xiu Shu sent a letter to Wang Da, king of Ming Dynasty, he is our ally and the enemy of the Beishan family." The middle-aged man had a few sinister smiles on his face after he finished speaking.

"How could I have forgotten this? What he wants is the head of Beishan Ding, and what we want is the land of the East China Sea. We each get what we need, mutual benefit and win-win results. How can such a great cooperation and great ally be forgotten? Maybe it's really been too long." After the young man finished speaking, he started to feel complacent.

The two father and son went back to their rooms after talking some more words. The young man started to revise the book as soon as he went back. After a while, the letter was written and tied to the pigeon's leg. "Go, my world depends on you."

The pigeon that finally regained its freedom began to flap its wings continuously, passing through the roof, through the night sky, through the river, through the forest, the night receded, the sun rose, the sun set, the moon rose, and the pigeon finally flew to the past past place.

"Report to my lord, a carrier pigeon is flying from the east." All carrier pigeons that fly to the palace of the Ming Dynasty must be presented. Naturally, no one dares to keep them privately. What's more, this carrier pigeon landed outside the palace of the Ming Dynasty. Not that brave.

"East side?" Wang Da, king of Ming, who was obviously fatter than before, couldn't imagine that someone from the east would send a message. There was only one person who became a little excited at the thought of this and "presented it".

"Nuo" the little eunuch immediately took out the letter paper and handed it to Wang Da.

"Hahaha... It's a god-given opportunity. If there is a way to heaven, you don't go, but if there is no way to hell, you want to come. God treats me well, hahaha..." After reading the letter, the fat on Wang Da's face was full of fat. Trembling three times, the maids and eunuchs standing on both sides were all terrified.

It's not that the palace maids and eunuchs are too afraid of death, but that their master is too moody. It's understandable for a superior to be moody, but Wang Da's moodiness is different. As long as he is happy, he can reward you with a hundred gold. Miserable, dying is a common thing, and tragic death is also common.

So these servants are like the frightened birds, they don't know when disaster will happen to them.

"My king is happy today. I will reward you with ten gold. Go down and receive the reward." Ever since he read the letter, the smile on Wang Da's face has not disappeared. "Come here, go and call the two young masters."

"Nuo" the young lady heard the bounty and immediately withdrew happily. "Nuo" the other eunuch was not so happy.

"My son sees the father and king" After a while, two young men, one fat, one thin, one short and one tall, came in front of Wang Da.

"Didn't you always want to make a young master for your father? Today I will give you a fair chance to compete. Whoever kills Beishan Ding will be the young master." Wang Da looked very happy at the two sons in front of him. proud.

"Isn't Beishan in Xingcheng? Could it be that the father wants us to attack Xingcheng?" The slightly older short and fat man was a little unconvinced. If they had the ability to attack the East China Sea, they would have done so long ago, and they would have waited until now.

"Our soldiers and horses are more than enough to protect ourselves, and we can conquer all difficulties." The younger tall and thin man hurriedly talked about his family background, for fear that Wang Dazhen would let them fight.

All they have been thinking about is the chair that Wang Da is sitting on. If they are asked to attack the East China Sea for this chair, they are absolutely unwilling. This war is not a joke. Their younger brother died on the battlefield. , Up to now they all still remember the body of their younger brother Wan Jian Chuan Xin.

What's more, the old generals are still there, not to mention that they don't want to, even if Wang Da asks those generals who have been on the battlefield to fight, they may not necessarily go. The battle that year hurt their vitality, and they haven't recovered yet. .

"I don't know? I want you to tell me that Beishan Ding has left Xingcheng a long time ago, and now he is probably in the area of ​​Pingcheng. You can just go there in disguise. You can control the money and people as you please, but you must not leave any evidence so that Donghai has An excuse to send troops "Knowing sons is nothing like fathers, seeing the cowardly behavior of the two sons, Wang Da naturally understood what they were thinking.

"promise"

Knowing that they don't need to go to the battlefield, the two happily went back to prepare. As soon as they left the palace, the two looked at each other with disgust, and their thoughts were surprisingly the same.

Wang Da looked at the two people who were leaving, obviously not at ease, "Come on, call the military adviser, immediately, immediately!".

"Nuo..." The eunuch who just came back for a while immediately started running around again.

This military adviser is Wang Da's confidant, and even his brains. The reason why Wang Da was able to get on the traitor line in Xingcheng to facilitate the alliance is mostly his credit. It is he who is destined to die in Beishan.

"See you, my lord." He was having a good time when he was suddenly called. He was unavoidably upset, but his attitude was extremely sincere.

Wang Da finally had a little smile on his face when he saw him coming, and quickly expressed his confusion. Although he has never liked those heroes who helped him ascend the throne, he loved this military adviser very much. The rewards are several times more than others.

"I have two strategies. One, send two generals to go secretly for protection; two, the two young masters don't have to go there in person, but they can invite killers from the Assassin Pavilion. As long as the money is enough, they will be happy to serve" and Wang Da's age difference After finishing speaking, the few military advisers stroked their mustaches.

"The method of the military division is feasible, but it has to be changed. The general must be sent, and the killer must also be invited. If the killer can complete the task before them, let them go to experience it. If not, the presence of the general can also keep them safe. "The reason why Wang Da was able to successfully usurp the throne naturally has his strengths.

"My lord is wise." Since the master has already made his decision, he, as a military adviser, can only be a vassal.

After arranging everything, Wang Da entertained all civil and military officials happily. The sound of bells, drums, and music resounded again in the Ming Palace, which had been silent for more than two months.

In less than two days, two lucrative rewards for the same business were secretly sent to the headquarters of the Assassin Pavilion. The owner of the Assassin Pavilion, a middle-aged woman dressed in black, was lazily sitting on her throne and watching. Below are two boxes of shiny gold bars.

"Since this person is so valuable, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't?" The woman in black cut her fingernails and said to herself, the corners of her mouth raised a few traces of teasing, her voice was not too loud but just enough to let the person standing below Hear it clearly.

"The master of the pavilion is ten thousand, unifying the rivers and lakes, for thousands of years..."

"The master of the pavilion is ten thousand, unifying the rivers and lakes, for thousands of years..."

"The master of the pavilion is ten thousand, unifying the rivers and lakes, for thousands of years..."

The two guardians standing in front knelt down and shouted, and the assassins below immediately saluted and shouted layer by layer. The voice was so loud that the birds in mid-air flew a lot higher at once, and the black man sitting on the top The woman in clothes was still lazily cutting the last nail.