Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 746

There is no joy on Zhang Wuyong's face, his eyes are still slightly cold, and his voice is also cold: "The only difficult part of this plan is how to give medicine to the other side."

"This is easy." Huan Ziyu also stood up at this time, kicked the fishing rod next to him with his toes, and frowned slightly: "The Dragon Boat Festival banquet is not a formal banquet, and I am not alone in the palace. The so-called Money touches people's hearts, so you can still find a few people to strike. Besides, those people have different opinions, and they fight fiercely in private, so it is very easy to find someone to strike."

Speaking of this, his brows became more and more tight, and he said in a deep voice: "My difficulty lies in the medicine." As he spoke, he turned his eyes to Zhang Wuyong, with expectations in his eyes: "Sir, there is a way to find it." Good medicine?"

The corners of Zhang Wuyong's lips twitched: "For this question, instead of looking for me, Shang Shulang, you might as well ask your assistant." He suddenly turned his head and looked back at Huan Ziyu with a very meaningful expression: "Shang Shulang The helpers invited here must be warriors. Among them, there are still many such secret medicines."

Huan Ziyu's complexion suddenly changed a few times at his words.

However, the anxious expression quickly disappeared from his face, and he smiled and raised his hands: "Mr. really has a good fortune, and even guessed this."

Zhang Wuyong held back his hands, and there was no expression on his ordinary face: "Madam Lu's actions are not small, and those who are interested will naturally notice them." He smiled again as he spoke, but the smile was still very dull: "Shang Shulang If you have time, it is best to go and persuade Mrs. Lu, please be careful in what you do, and don't let others see through her whereabouts. Qinghuan is an elusive person, and he has many fans in the mansion. Deeply taboo."

When Huan Ziyu heard this, a look of alarm flashed across his face, and after a while he lowered his hands solemnly: "Sir, you reminded me, I will tell auntie when I get back."

Zhang Wuyong didn't speak, just nodded.

At this time, the float that had been floating in the stream moved, as if a fish had taken the bait.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuyong laughed, pointed to the water and said, "Look, Shang Shulang, isn't this fish just hooked?"

Huan Ziyu also had a smile on his face, but he was not in a hurry to pull the fishing rod, he just smiled and said: "With Mr.'s plan, I am not afraid that the fish will not take the bait."

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Huan Ziyu waved his hand and said relaxedly: "Come back, today is a futile return. After I go back, Thirteenth Sister will complain again that I didn't tell her when I went out."

Zhang Wuyong pointed at the hair crown and flicked it, and said with emotion: "Shang Shulang treats people like a spring breeze, good people are always rewarded."

When Huan Ziyu heard the words, he showed an appropriate gentle expression on his face, and asked him: "Sir, is that what I am now?"

Zhang Wuyong looked at him sideways, and couldn't help laughing: "That's right. Shang Shulang is really Ying Wu."

Huan Ziyu flicked his sleeves, and acted in a gentle and elegant manner, just like a man in troubled times: "Before people, you always have to pay more attention." He said calmly, not caring about the fishing rods and baskets on the ground, Turn around and leave.

Watching his slender back disappear into the corner of the stone path, Zhang Wuyong showed a appreciative smile on his face, then he put his hands behind his back and left slowly.

The sky is getting late, the sun is gradually moving to the west, and the big crimson sunset is dotted on the sky. The dusk is slowly coming, and the side of the small Jiuchuan River is deserted at this time, and even the fishing tackle is gone. People packed up and went.

It wasn't until a blurred moon appeared in the western sky that a short and sturdy figure emerged from among the trees. He was fascinated by the stream, and then fled away quickly.

Half an hour later, the dumb slave knocked on the door of Huan Zicheng's study with a note.

As night fell, a lamp was lit in the Xici room of the study, but the light was not very bright. Huan Zicheng sat alone in front of the big book case, as if he was thinking about something, with a stern look on his face.The candlelight was projected on his face, and a vague and handsome silhouette was reflected by the window screen, as deep as a knife and an axe.

The dumb slave stepped forward silently and presented the note.

Huan Zicheng took the paper in his hand, and went to the candle to unfold it carefully.

At that moment, his cold eyes were dimly discernible under the candlelight, and his voice was as quiet as a candlelight.

"The fourth brother had a long talk with Zhang Wuyong in Xiaojiuchuan. The content is unknown. That's all?" He said lightly, and casually put the note on the candle flame and lit it.

A scorching flame rose from the note, which complemented the candlelight beside it.Huan Zicheng raised his fingers a little higher, his eyes focused, as if admiring the brilliance of the flame.

The dumb slave bowed, but didn't say a word.

Huan Zicheng glanced at him, then lightly opened his fingers, the burning paper ball fell to the ground slowly, and turned into fly ash in an instant.

"Zhang Wuyong is the guest invited by the fourth brother, and his father personally visited him. This man is very wise, and the fourth brother often talks with him. Is there any problem?" He said softly, leaning on the back of the chair .

The dumb slave still didn't speak, but stepped forward a few steps to the edge of the desk, spread paper and rubbed ink skillfully, and wrote a few words with a pen.

When he was writing, Huan Zicheng got up and stood beside him to watch. After he finished writing, Huan Zicheng also understood what the dumb slave meant.

"It turns out that there are experts waiting by my side, so it's inconvenient to come closer." He said expressionlessly, pointing his hand to a certain place on the paper, and said in a cold voice without any ups and downs: "Grandmaster? Are you sure?"

The dumb slave wrote a few words on the paper again, then stepped aside again to show Huan Zicheng.

Huan Zicheng lowered his eyes and looked at it for a while, then tapped on the case with his fingertips, and after a few "du, du" sounds, Fang said calmly: "If that's the case, then withdraw the red ghost and replace it with Lu Zong." , if not enough, let Meng Zong go too."

The dumb slave bowed silently, and retreated.

Huan Zicheng stood beside the case, silent.

The candlelight reflected on his face, his expression was still cold and hard, even if he was facing no one, he still seemed unable to relax.

After a long time, he stood up, picked up the piece of paper with many words written on it, and threw it into the basin beside him.

The paper was soon soaked with water, and the handwriting on it gradually smeared, and eventually turned into black halos, which could no longer be read.

Looking at the paper floating in the water, a vague emotion flashed in the depths of Huan Zicheng's eyes.

Suddenly, Fenqin's clear voice came from outside the door: "Lang Jun, the thirteenth lady is here."

Huan Zicheng's expression faded instantly.

"Please come in." He said, took out the wet writing paper from the basin with his backhand, crumpled it into a ball and pinched it in his palm, then turned his eyes to look at the door again.

(End of this chapter)