Chapter 637 Formation starts
Early the next morning, outside the Dongxuan Gate of Zhenxi Fucheng.
Since the establishment of the Monan Metropolitan Government, the focus of defense has also moved westward. Zhenxi Fucheng has naturally moved from the front to the rear, and the nature of the border passes has gradually transformed into a transportation hub.
At dawn, there are already long queues of vehicles loaded with goods, waiting to enter the city.
Teams of heavily armed soldiers filed out and began to maintain order on the scene.
Hongshangs and scholars in various clothes were rushing back and forth, giving instructions to prepare for entering the city.
Compared with the first two, the caravan guards with swords seemed to be much more leisurely. When they entered the Zhenxi Fucheng area, their work was naturally gone. They gathered in groups of two and a half to chat and fight.
“What a **** unlucky person. I finally made a trip to Western Xinjiang and encountered a curfew.”
"What's so bad about this? As soon as the curfew comes out, we will probably have to stay in the city for two or three days. This is a good time for the brothers to have some fun. They haven't touched any meat in more than a month."
"Gua Wa Zi! Use your brain to think about why there is a curfew. There must be a fight in the west! With the virtue of the shopkeeper, he must be seeking wealth through danger. If we are unlucky, we will probably focus on it. "
"ah?"
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Listening to the conversation of the ordinary warriors around him, Si Zijing glanced at the pony-tailed woman in casual clothes at the bed table next to him, and suddenly laughed and said:
"It seems that the situation here is more complicated than we imagined. Are you really sure you won't return to Beijing?"
Xu Mengxi looked back awkwardly after hearing the words, frowning:
"I came here just because I knew about this. Qin Weishu used his life as bait, and now there is another war. He must have a big plan."
Si Zijing’s voice was slow and leisurely, with a hint of ridicule:
“Then you are really not afraid of death.”
While speaking,
Deafening roars suddenly resounded across the sky. A dozen city gates of different sizes in the east of the city were slowly lifted, and the long motorcade that had been stagnant all night slowly began to move forward.
Following Chehui, Si Zijing smiled with a faint look:
"Although Brother Huang asked me to take care of you before he died, you should only know that the words of care are just care."
“I have never counted on you, Mr. Si.”
Xu Mengxi held the knife in her hand and her voice was neither cold nor indifferent: "I'm very grateful that you can resist not attacking me."
"Oh, Xu Dutong's words are wrong. Our joint action is approved by the Holy One. You are loyal to the Holy One and you can't doubt his orders, right?"
Si Zijing shrugged, with a hint of ridicule in his voice: "We should be considered colleagues now."
Hearing this, Xu Mengxi subconsciously clenched her sword tightly and looked back with eyes that could eat people.
Five people in the secret investigation department, including Brother Huang, already sacrificed three, and the only one who had only survived was also injured.
The Blackscale Guards had almost no losses.
Si Zijing seemed to be able to see through her thoughts and smiled warmly:
"I'm sorry for the death of your colleague from the Secret Investigation Department, but I think you should blame the Qin family for this debt, not my prime minister's office, right?"
Speaking of this, his words brought a hint of coldness:
“And you don’t think that we, the Black Scale Guards, have nothing to lose in this matter, do you?”
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Xu Mengxi silently let go of the waist knife, and Qiansheng apologized:
"Feel sorry."
“It doesn’t matter.”
Si Zijing waved his hand and said slowly:
"Compared with these, Xu Dutong, do you really not think about what I said to you on the way?"
"What's up?"
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After a moment of silence, Xu Mengxi glanced at the feminine man next to her and whispered:
“If Xu Yinhe’s subordinates were all fools like you, the world would probably not start a war rashly.”
"That's too much." Si Zijing squinted his eyes and smiled and looked at him for a moment without any intention of getting angry. He turned to look at the gorgeously dressed caravan treasurers around him:
"Raising a glass to the bright moon, kneeling down to pick up pieces of silver, this is a portrayal of most people's lives in this world. Xu Dutong, as the disciple of the chief of the Secret Investigation Department, is inherently different from them, but you are still so strict. Feng Gong must have an ideal that he wants to realize, right?”
“What does this have to do with you?”
“I just think your ideal may have some similarities with Mr. Xiangguo’s ideal.”
“Huh, his ideal?”
Hearing this, Xu Mengxi suddenly chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in his narrow beautiful eyes:
"It is his ideal to massacre loyal people and eliminate dissidents and commit unjust acts. With the authority granted by the emperor, he commits unfaithful acts to steal the country. Is this his ideal? To start a war in vain will bring destruction to the world. Is this his ideal too?”
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Si Zijing’s eyes showed a hint of thought, and he replied seriously:
“These are means to achieve an ideal, not the ultimate end.”
Xu Mengxi suddenly stopped, her face as cold as snow:
“Then Mr. Si, has the ideal that can only be realized through such clumsy means been changed in the process?
“Packaging the struggle for power into the ideal of rejuvenating Dayan? Isn’t it right to steal the country and dominate oneself?
“Mr. Si,
"Different road non-phase plan."
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The words fell, and there was silence.
The two of them were silent all the way, walking side by side into the doorway, and then entered Zhenxi Fucheng after passing the verification with the imperial document.
Xu Mengxi walked in front, and Si Zijing followed behind.
His eyes were fixed on the other person's dangling ponytail. As pedestrians on the street continued to pass by in the peripheral vision, the smile in his eyes gradually became colder.
At this time, he had actually confirmed that Huang Shiwei had completely lied to him.
While reporting on the progress, he had already asked Lou Ji about the relationship between the other party and the Third Young Master. The chief's answer was simple. To this woman, she was probably just the Third Young Master's bad taste.
Since the other party had no relationship with the Third Young Master and had already expressed his decisive attitude, Si Zijing was a little hesitant to take this opportunity to directly kill the upright disciple of the Chief of the Secret Investigation Department.
It was not because of what Xu Mengxi said just now.
He has heard this kind of remarks dozens of times, if not a hundred times. They are corrupt remarks that do not take the actual situation into consideration at all.
It's not even because Xu Mengxi blocked the way to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
All the way westward, this woman's pursuit all the way without the help of external forces has shown her ability, but at most she is just a general's weapon. How can a mantis arm be used as a chariot?
He wanted to kill her because of her identity.
The living are of little use, but the dead can be used to make a fuss.
Xu Mengxi's death in this turbulent Western Territory will not only have no impact on the Prime Minister's Mansion, but on the contrary, her death can even be pinned on the Qin family's forehead, in order to unite with the big shot of the Secret Investigation Department.
Quickly calculating the risks and benefits of this move in his mind, Si Zijing slowly approached the woman with the ponytail swaying from behind.
And at this moment,
A buzz that resounded through the entire Zhenxi Mansion suddenly spread across the sky. At the same time, Si Zijing noticed that an oppressive and shocking formation aura suddenly locked onto him.
Subconsciously raise your eyes to look at the sky,
A translucent light film has been quickly constructed on the sky.
The city defense formation in Zhenxi Fucheng has been fully activated.
As doubts and vigilance spread in his heart, Huang Shiwei's voice quietly sounded in his ears:
"Mr. Si, come to the government office. The third young master is looking for you."
(End of this chapter)