The meaning in the words was to ask Liang Bin and Ma Guang to do everything possible to protect Meng Jie and Hu Jinbao, otherwise if they were caught, they would definitely confess to Yan Li the conspiracy of Liang Bin and others.
The corner of the man's mouth twitched, and a few deep wrinkles appeared on his white and firm face, and he looked at Hu Jinbao with a half-smile.
"I understand what Mr. Hu means. Everyone sitting here is now in the same boat. If the boat capsizes, everyone will lose their lives. Therefore, we have to work together to get through this dangerous hurdle."
Ma Guang was timid and impatient. Hearing what the man said, he hurriedly asked, "Could it be that Your Majesty has a good plan?"
Hu Jinbao, Meng Jie, Liang Bin and others all looked at that person eagerly.
The man took another sip of tea unhurriedly, and a gleam of coldness flashed across his eyes: "The best strategy is to draw from the bottom of the pot."
The four people listening to him frowned.
"How do you call it drastic?" Meng Jie asked.
The man pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing his shiny fangs.
"Do that scholar who went to school! He knows too much, he has to die!"
Chen Jun is just an unknown scholar, he will die when he dies, who will let him go to the capital to sue the court!
"What about after killing the scholar?" Hu Jinbao asked.
The man said: "If you kill the scholar, Yan Li will have no one to lead him to find clues. Isn't this a draw from the bottom of the pot? On the one hand, you immediately stop digging in the mine, and if Yan Li asks at that time, you will pretend to be deaf." Dumb. Yan Li has no witnesses, no physical evidence, what can he do?"
After a pause, the man gritted his teeth down suddenly, the corners of his mouth puffed up, and then he said darkly: "If we are really forced to do so, we have no choice but to act early!"
As soon as "act in advance", Ma Guang, Liang Bin and others all had expressions of astonishment on their faces. The "action" in that person's mouth is no ordinary action!
Ma Guang said: "Your Majesty, do you want me to send someone to kill Chen Jun?" Ma Guang's voice trembled, and his cowardice was fully revealed.
The corner of the man's mouth showed contempt: "You don't need to send people, your people are not good at doing things. I will send people to clean up Chen Jun, you don't have to worry."
The four of them got the answer from that person, and left the prison camp anxiously. Looking at the backs of the four people leaving, the man's eyes shot out a fierce light, and he couldn't help saying to himself:
"Rong Chang'an, you ruined my family, and I want you to pay with blood. This time you come to die yourself, then I will fulfill you!"
The tragic scene of Rong Changan being killed flashed through his mind, and a happy smile appeared on his face. Then he clapped his hands. The battalion manager came out from behind with a smile on his face:
"My lord, what are your orders?"
"Go and call Bei Ming!"
Beiming was his dead soldier, with first-class sword skills and killing like hemp, escorting him from the north to the prison camp in the south. Beiming never leaves him and is his most reliable assistant.
After a while, Yingguan led a person into the painting hall. The man was also wearing a prison uniform. He was neither tall nor short. His eyes seemed to be made of clay, and he couldn't see any expression inside. They looked more like the eyes of a crocodile.
"My lord, what's the matter?" Bei Ming's words were cold and without any emotion.
The man smiled: "You have been with me in the prison camp for a long time, now it's time for you to come out of the mountain."
"Out of the mountain?" Beiming was stunned for a moment, "What are you going to do?"
The man pinched his chin and looked cruelly: "Go and kill someone."
"Who?" Beiming asked.
The man said: "I'm just a scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken. It's really overkill to send you! But I don't trust others, so I have to ask you to go."
Bei meditated for a moment: "Let's go now?"
The man nodded: "It's not too late. The sooner Chen Jun dies, the better for me. After you leave the prison camp, go to Ma Guang, and he will tell you who Chen Jun is."
There was no expression on Bei Ming's face, as if his face was paralyzed.
"I'm going right now!"
Just as he was about to turn around, the man called Bei Ming to stop again.
"Without weapons, how do you kill people?"
Beiming didn't turn his face away: "I, Beiming, kill a scholar without using weapons!"
The man grinned: "That being said, it is better to have a weapon than to have no weapon. Besides, I have a hunch that you will not only deal with the scholar alone when you go out this time..."
Beiming's slender eyes shot out doubts: "..."
The man didn't say anything, he took the black iron sword from the painting hall and handed it to Beiming.
"It's hard for me to say who it is now. It's better to be careful than careless, don't you think?"
Beiming took the Xuantie sword, turned the pitch-black blade over and looked at it, and left without saying a word.
After getting the information about Chen Jun from Ma Guang, Bei Ming came to a bustling street in Wenchang County with his sword in his hand, and sat down in a teahouse. Dr. Tea made him a pot of fragrant tea. While drinking the tea, he looked at a stall opposite the teahouse. Sitting behind the stall was a handsome scholar with fluttering white clothes and a refined figure. However, from his firm eyes and tight jaw, one can infer that he is a straightforward person with a clear distinction between love and hate.
I saw him carrying a bald pen, and a gust of wind and rain blew on the white paper, crying and crying, and drew a bamboo. This bamboo has only two or three branches with few leaves, but it grows firmly on the cliff.
The scholar was about to inscribe a poem next to the painting, when a tall man walked up and pointed to the scholar's painting and praised him greatly.
"Good painting! Good painting! People say that if you don't have desires, you can be strong. If you are not honest, you can't paint such a cool and aloof painting."
But the scholar only gave the man a cold look and ignored him.
The man asked again: "How do you sell this painting? I bought it!"
At this time, the scholar looked the man up and down, frowned slightly, thinking, such a rough person would also appreciate the paintings
"Do you know what I mean by painting?"
The man said happily: "Why don't you know! You are using this bamboo to express your noble and indifferent personality, aren't you?"
Although the expression is a bit rough, it basically tells the meaning of the painting. The scholar suddenly sighed.
"A man like you knows how to appreciate my paintings, but those gentlemen and gentlemen keep my paintings at a respectful distance. It's a pity!"
The man said: "Many officials are not innocent, oppress the people, and collude with the powerful, so when I see your paintings, I respect them and stay away from them."
The scholar couldn't help but looked up at the man again: "It seems that what Confucius said is right, judging people by their appearance, you are the loser! I never thought that you, a man with a sloppy face, would be arty. Tsk, tsk, tsk! The world has really changed!"
The man laughed heartily: "I have a few elegant friends who have studied calligraphy and painting. After staying with them for a long time, they also know a little about calligraphy and painting. Tell me, how much is this painting, I bought it!"
As he said that, he went to touch the money bag in his pocket.
The scholar quickly stopped the man: "It's rare for you to appreciate my paintings. The so-called drinking with a confidant is less than a thousand cups, and there are too many words if you don't speculate. You can be regarded as my half confidant. This painting is for you!"
As he spoke, he rolled up the painting.