Wen Nanfang frowned: "Using the Lord's safety as bait is ultimately inappropriate."

Sui Bian Hong replied: "My lord has now begun to appear in front of people, and he will face more assassinations in the future. What does this mean now? Instead of being worried, it is better to go head-on, take the initiative to pick out the pustules, and be prepared accordingly

That’s all you need to do to deal with it.”

Lin Zhihuang also had a fighting spirit and applauded when he heard this: "Congyuan is right, how can we stop other people's murderous intentions? Just make countermeasures. It just so happens that my Lord's Qingyan Army has also reached the time when it is time to truly

It’s time to face their ‘battlefield’.”

Wen Nanfang pursed his lips and said nothing more, but anyone with a discerning eye could see his displeasure.

Lin Zhihuang shook his head when he saw this, and was about to talk about Wen Nanfang being too concerned about his personal safety. Chunxia walked in with a bow, held an invitation in both hands, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, Fang Du

Wei just handed over the invitation in person, Yan Fang's mansion has hosted a snow-melting banquet tonight, please show your face to the banquet."

Sui Bianhong chuckled, turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, and said lazily: "Snow melting banquet? This name is really suitable for the occasion. I not only congratulate the snow outside the window, but also want to take this opportunity to melt the snow and warm up with you.

, this banquet is quite unique."

Lin Zhihuang took the invitation from Chunxia, ​​glanced at the content casually, and asked, "Should I go or not?"

There was a cold look in Wen Nanfang's dark eyes, and he asked Sui Bianhong: "Don't you mean that the aristocratic families in Huanshui County haven't discussed how to assassinate the lord yet? This invitation?"

Sui Bian Hong turned his head and thought for a moment: "Perhaps Captain Fang is hosting a banquet tonight because he simply wants to warm up with his lord?"

Wen Nanfang's face darkened slightly when he heard this: "Brother, be serious. Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens!"

Then Bian Hong saw that his junior brother was really annoyed. He sat up straight and replied in a more serious voice: "Congshen, the aristocratic families in Huanshui County have really not discussed how to assassinate the lord."

"These aristocratic families in Huanshui County are divided into two factions, one large and one small. The smaller faction is headed by Captain Fang. They firmly believe that Xue Qing will not necessarily lose against the lord. They believe that Xue Qing's position is unfair and he will die sooner or later.

I don’t want to do anything to you. I want to please you more.”

"The big faction, headed by Zhu Junshou and Gu Juncheng, firmly believes that the Lord is just a female prostitute, and will definitely lose against the Chang Wang Xue Qing. They are afraid of Xue Qing's power and fear that he will capture Huanshui County.

, I want to settle accounts with them, so I want to take your head, please Xue Qing, and surrender to Xue Qing who is marching."

"Looking at the news that the shadow envoys have returned now, the faction that advocates assassinating you has gained the upper hand, so my subordinates said that in the first place."

Having said this, Sui Bianhong narrowed his eyes: "But I'm a little surprised that these different families have made up their minds so quickly? I thought it would take some time before they could reach a consensus and assassinate you.

What’s the time?”

Lin Zhihuangqu flicked the invitation in his hand: "Is this really an assassination banquet? Why don't I, Lord, go and meet for a while."

Wen Nanfang disagreed: "After all, it is someone else's mansion. It is really inappropriate."

Sui Bian Hong had a different view: "Just go and see what those people want to do and make arrangements. If you are smart and the lord of the battlefield can go, why not go to this kind of 'banquet'? If you are too cautious,

This is not a good thing. Both the Lord and the Qingyan Army around him need to experience how to deal with crises, and this might not be a good opportunity to practice."

"What's more, if you don't give them a chance, how can these aristocratic families with evil intentions reveal their flaws and tricks?"

Wen Nanfang frowned. Although he was worried, he had to admit that what Sui Bianhong said was reasonable.

Lin Zhihuang chuckled: "Okay, no more words. Huanshui County is now under my control. As long as you are careful enough, nothing will happen. I will go and take a look. This

What’s so mysterious about turning snow into a banquet?”

That night, Lin Zhihuang went to the Fang Mansion for a banquet, taking Hua Ling with him and more than 500 Qingyan troops to protect him.

Jiang Yuehe mobilized nearly 3,000 skilled men, and the moment Lin Zhihuang's carriage entered the Fang Mansion, he secretly surrounded the Fang Mansion.

As soon as Lin Zhihuang entered the banquet, he was personally introduced to his seat by Captain Fang. The banquet started and everyone in the banquet stood up happily and raised their glasses to congratulate Lin Zhihuang.

Lin Zhihuang smiled in return and raised his glass as well, but while drinking, he poured the contents of the glass into the secret pocket on his sleeve and did not drink it.

In the middle of the banquet, Lin Zhihuang was being flattered by all the guests from aristocratic families at the banquet. Everything was so normal and there was nothing wrong with it.

Lin Zhihuang sat at the top, looking at the people from aristocratic families singing and dancing at the table, doubts flashing in his eyes.

"Mr. Zhu seems to be extraordinarily taciturn today, but what's the trouble?" Lin Zhihuang asked with a smile to the county governor Zhu Changrong sitting on the left.

Zhu Changrong was stunned, obviously not expecting Lin Zhihuang to take the initiative to talk to him. After realizing it, he quickly replied: "Mr. Lin is joking. It is a blessing for me to have a banquet with you. How can I be unhappy?"

?It’s just that I’ve been ill recently, so I’m too lazy to talk.”

Lin Zhihuang smiled heartily: "That's it."

Gu Juncheng, who was sitting next to Zhu Changrong, had been secretly observing Lin Zhihuang. When he saw him talking to Zhu Changrong, he took over the conversation with a smile and said: "Mr. Lin Mansion didn't talk much today. He didn't seem to be very interested. But

The drinking, singing and dancing at this banquet are vulgar, how can you be interested in it?" Junqu Pavilion

Lin Zhihuang looked sideways at Gu Juncheng and admitted: "It is indeed a bit. I have participated in too many banquets like this. There are few new ideas, so naturally it is difficult to get interested."

As the host of the banquet, Fang Duwei was sitting on the right side of Lin Zhihuang. Hearing what Lin Zhihuang said, he suddenly smiled mysteriously and said: "Master Fu, don't be anxious. I specially invited you here today. Naturally, I have

Good things for you."

"Oh?" Lin Zhihuang raised his eyebrows with interest when he heard this.

Hua Ling stood behind Lin Zhihuang holding a gun. Hearing these words, she clenched the handle of the gun tightly and secretly became more vigilant about her surroundings.

Captain Fang raised his hand and clapped his hands twice. The performers who had been playing and singing in the banquet hall just now retreated, and suddenly more than ten young men in green clothes and swords came in.

Coming.

Lin Zhihuang narrowed his eyes. Was he planning to assassinate someone in the name of sword dance?

Is it possible that among these young men who dance swords, there are some amazingly talented masters?

Otherwise, with just this number of people, they would not be able to break through the Qingyan Army's siege and assassinate her.

Lin Zhihuang sat calmly and calmly, watching the group of gentlemen dancing swords in the banquet hall. What happened next.

As Captain Fang summoned these sword-dancers to come on stage, the faces of the governors Zhu Changrong and Gu Juncheng became obviously embarrassed, but they did not seem to agree with this matter.

Strangely, according to Bian Hong, the two aristocratic families, the Zhu family and the Gu family, clearly advocated assassinating him.

On the contrary, Captain Fang, who was hosting a banquet today, was optimistic that he could defeat Xue Qing and wanted to place a bet on himself.

Why did this group of young men who seemed to be coming to assassinate him appear on the scene at this time, and the faces of the county governors Zhu Changrong and Gu Juncheng turned ugly.

Lin Zhihuang was thinking about the purpose of these people at the banquet, but his face was full of admiration as he looked at the group of handsome men at the banquet, and their graceful figures dancing swords.

Just as Lin Zhihuang was waiting with great interest for the assassination show to begin, Captain Fang, who was sitting on her right, suddenly laughed twice and said flatteringly: "Lord Lin, I am performing a sword dance for you at this time.

These gentlemen all come from aristocratic families and have admired you for a long time. If you like anyone, don't be polite. Just say it, I will let him go with you. From now on..."

Captain Fang raised a glass of wine to Lin Zhihuang with an ambiguous expression and said in a low voice: "He is yours, life or death is up to you..."

Lin Zhihuang's mouth twitched: "..."
Chapter completed!