Chapter 198 On the Copper Tower

Hongyashan Tonglou and Feiliu Pavilion.

The closed door was kicked open, and a figure covered in blood stumbled in.

The sudden influx of cold wind blew the curtains beside the bed, and the surrounding walls were also chaotic with light and shadow at this moment, and the words hidden underneath were looming.

Clang.

A bloody arm hit the floor. The fracture layer was uneven, and the rotten flesh and blood were mixed with sharp bone fragments. It was obvious that it had been broken by a blunt instrument.

Cao Cang, who was covered in blood, leaned against the wall. Instead of sullen as usual, he forced out an extremely ugly smile.

"Gong Qinghong's grandson is too vigilant. He is followed by a group of deceived guards. In addition, he has already half-footed his way into Zongheng Seven. It is really difficult to kill him in a group battle."

He raised his eyes, looked at the looming figure deep in the curtain, smiled bitterly and said to himself: "I tricked him, but I can only bring back one arm."

"Cao Cang, are you desperate for your life? Didn't I tell you that Gong Qinghong has joined Honghu? Why are you still chasing him?!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded.

Concubine Yuan Ming, dressed in red, appeared in front of Cao Cang like a ghost.

A snow-white hand reached out from the red sleeve, grasped Cao Cang's collar, and lifted him up forcefully.

"The mechanical body was severely damaged, but fortunately the mechanical heart did not seriously affect the brain? Is the brain injured?"

He was a tall, seven-foot-tall man, a strong-willed man, but now he was being held up and looked over like a toy by a woman.

Cao Cang's face turned red for a moment, and he couldn't help but said angrily: "Hey, ladies, have you seen enough? Let me go!"

"What did you call me?!"

Yuan Mingfei's eyebrows were raised high above her phoenix eyes, and the murderous intent in her words made people shudder.

"Your mechanical heart was installed by my own hands. Is there anything else that I haven't seen yet? You are still wearing clothes. Why are you shouting?"

Cao Cang's mouth tightened. Although he didn't dare to say anything anymore, he would never give in.

However, after this fuss, the worry in Yuan Mingfei's eyes disappeared a lot.

She let go of Cao Cang's collar, glanced at the blood scab on the other person's face, and said angrily: "With your brains, you actually went after Hong Hu's people. It's a good fortune for you to come back alive!"

Concubine Yuan Ming turned around and walked to an armchair and sat down. Her sitting posture was as bold as a man's.

"Tell me, where did you get the news?"

Cao Cang muttered: "What news?"

The woman said angrily: "You and I are pretending to be crazy here, right? Even General Feng and I don't know the whereabouts of Gong Qinghong, how do you know?"

"You and Jin Shenghuang don't dare to know that fat guy?" Cao Cang returned to his usual indifferent look.

"As long as you understand! Who is Honghu? He is a rebel!"

Concubine Yuan Ming's voice was as sharp as a knife, "These people are just like scabies that festers and oozes pus. They have to cut out their bones and flesh to get rid of it. I'll be thankful if he doesn't come back to cause trouble for me!"

The woman said angrily: "Others avoid you, but you have the guts to chase and kill others. I really don't know what you think!"

Cao Cang was silent for a moment, and then uttered four firm words, "He is a traitor."

Concubine Yuan Ming flicked her red sleeves and said, "Don't talk about traitors with me, am I not a traitor myself?"

"If he falls into the hands of other 'eight generals', then I will never spare him. But now that others have joined Honghu, this is not defection, but promotion!

"The situation is stronger than the person, so you have to learn to be flexible. How did you surrender to your stubbornness, and why are you still such a stubborn person?"

The rapid words came one after another, making it difficult to breathe.

For no reason, Cao Cang suddenly missed himself after entering the overclocking state.

That wild and untamable other side should be able to quarrel with Yuan Mingfei for a while.

But it's more likely to be a fight.

Concubine Yuan Ming looked irritated, took out a cigarette rod from her sleeve, held it in the corner of her mouth, and took a long puff.

"People may come from the Jokhang Temple at any time now. Once the situation changes, we have no choice but to run away. I have told you these things a long time ago, why don't you listen."

The woman's rambling words suddenly stopped, and a hint of realization suddenly appeared in her eyes that were obscured by the smoke.

"Did Li Jun tell you about Gong Qinghong's traces?"

Cao Cang closed his lips tightly and said nothing.

"How could a reckless man with a brain as small as a fool know this?"

Concubine Yuan Ming slapped her thigh hard, and five bright red fingers appeared on her skin, "Yes, he has entered the Peace Hotel, and he must have gotten together with that bastard named Zou!"

"So the condition for Li Jun to agree to cooperate with us is that you help him kill Gong Qinghong? Use his head as a token of surrender?"

Anger appeared on Concubine Yuan Ming's face, and she said coldly: "Yes, or no?!"

"I will fight Honghu's revenge alone."

Although Cao Cang did not answer Yuan Mingfei's question, his words admitted everything.

"you"

Concubine Yuan Ming looked at the indifferent expression on Cao Cang's face and wanted to scold him, but in the end it turned into a helpless sigh.

They were all planted by her own hands. No matter whether the fruit is bitter or sweet, she can only bear it herself.

"You actually dragged me into the water. I underestimated you, my only husband Li Jun."

At the same time, just above this Filiu Pavilion.

A thin man was standing on the edge of the building, looking sideways at the Zhongyu District that was gradually covered by the twilight beneath him, holding a pen and ink on a piece of snow-white scroll paper.

But if you look closely, you will find that although the man is holding a brush in his hand, the tip of the brush is covered with a layer of greasy bright paint.

The ink dipped in was not the ink commonly used by the empire, but the oil paint imported from the Western Yi.

It was originally a freehand painting of a high-ranking person, but the painting suddenly revealed a sense of absurdity and deviance.

Although the painting style is strange, it must be said that the man's skills are very superb.

In a short period of time, a prosperous city suddenly emerged after the rain and the sky cleared up, waking up with the rising sun.

The man filled in the details and said softly: "This Chongqing Mansion is neither Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, nor soldiers. There is no one hand covering the sky, and no one family is dominant. Although the terrain is rugged, it is already the center of the empire today. A rare place for a hundred schools of thought to contend. ”

"If the atmosphere is good, there will be more talents, and if there are more people, there will be more money. If everyone coexists harmoniously here, then harmony can lead to wealth."

"If someone has done something wrong, then just punish the person who made the mistake. As you often say, punish the first culprit."

"Isn't it too much to kill others and kill them all? After all, we have to make money from these people."

The man turned his head, revealing an extremely delicate face, and chuckled softly: "Do you think so? Yan Baihu, Mr. Yan."

He wears a black robe, a snow-white beard, and holds the tiger-patterned copper-headed belt around his waist with his left hand.

The old face has ravines and ravines, and the eyes are open and closed, but they can't hide the light leaking out.

"Zhang Ruzhen, are you teaching me how to do something?"

"Don't dare. The Za family is just reminding Yan Baihu not to be too harsh in things in the future. If we cause trouble to the man upstairs, none of us will have an easy life!"

Yan Bahuang said in a stiff tone: "The laws of the Ming Dynasty stipulate that anyone who conspires to rebel will be executed!"

The man smiled softly, "Can it still be like the past?"

"Mountains and rivers can be changed, but laws remain unchanged."

"Okay, okay, this is just a small reminder. Since Mr. Yan doesn't want to listen, I won't say anything."

Zhang Ruzhen smiled and said: "When you return to Fusi in Beizhen one day, the Zajia family will ask you for a chance to see our ancestors who are imprisoned in the imperial edict."

"Please go upstairs quickly, the man is already waiting."