"The commander of the Jinyiwei, is this the only skill?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the knife energy was blocked by an invisible air wall ten meters away from Yuhuatian. It was difficult to get in the slightest moment. Yuhuatian gently lifted his finger.

The knife energy instantly dissipated into invisible form.

"tread!"

"Tread!"

Footsteps sounded.

A middle-aged man wearing a golden python suit and embroidered spring sword in his hand walked out from the deep passage in the imperial prison.

"You are the governor of the West Factory Yuhuatian?" Mao Xiang frowned.

"Mao Xiang?"

Yuhuatian's voice was indifferent.

Mao Xiang, the first commander of the Jinyiwei, although Yu Huatian came from the Ming Dynasty in later generations, he also heard about this person.

So what if it was the first generation of Jinyiwei commander?

He snorted coldly, Yuhuatian waved his sleeves and said:

"I heard that you have a group of people with special abilities, and I am ordered to come and pick them up."

"After orders? Whose orders were taken? Why don't I know?"

Looking at Mao Xiang who was sneering, Yu Huatian frowned slightly and said, "Xichang is directly under His Majesty. You don't understand who the order is to be given?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty once specifically told me that these people are too special. Anyone who cares or detains them must have his orders.

Governor Yu should invite him back! Come and see him off!"

After saying that, Mao Xiang turned around.

A Jinyiwei sneered and walked forward, came to Yuhuatian, and said, "Governor Yu, please come back!"

The Jinyiwei around them also sneered, as if he was watching a clown.

Yuhuatian's face was as deep as water. He had never suffered such a great insult. His eyes were filled with murderous intent and a violent aura rose and fell.

He really wanted to massacre all these people at once, but he finally held it back.

"I can't touch these people yet. My foundation is unstable. If I kill these people, I can't explain it to His Majesty..."

After taking a deep look at Mao Xiang, Yu Huatian turned around and walked out.

"Crack!" A sudden thunder suddenly appeared, illuminating the gate of the Zhao Prison, illuminating half of Yuhuatian's face. The Zhao Prison behind him burst into laughter.

"Embroidered Uniform Guard..." Looking up at the flashing electric arcs above the sky, Yuhuatian suddenly smiled, his smile as cold as ice.

There are three indifferent and seven in disdain in the dark eyes.

"How did Prime Minister Hu Weiyong do things?" Yu Huatian asked the guards of the West Factory beside him in a calm tone.

"You have reported to the governor, and have met many times by chance. The master has gained the favor of the son of Prime Minister Hu Weiyong. According to the plan, the last encounter will be held in Hoi'an at the beginning of next month."

Hearing this, Yu Huatian's eyes flashed, and finally, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he walked forward, saying, "The plan has changed, tell her...

When Hu Weiyong's son returned to Beijing, the governor was the main force to die in the streets!"

"What?!" Looking at the figure of Yuhuatian walking away, the factory guard was stunned. At this time, another thunder blew across the sky, and the factory guard hurriedly followed.

The heavy rain poured down, and Yuhuatian's eyes were cold.

"Mao Xiang, if you think that the governor just came and his foundation was unstable, then you were very wrong. No one can block the governor's way. Since you are looking for death, the governor will give you a ride...

This governor will let you know what the Western Factory is!"

That night, Yuhuatian walked in the cold rain and walked back to Xichang from the imperial prison.

One night passed.

The governor of the Western Factory, Yu Huatian, personally went to the imperial prison to ask for a person, but the news that he was rejected by the Jinyiwei spread like wildfire under the guidance of a black-hearted emperor.

All the civil and military officials in the court were mocking Yu Huatian for overestimating their abilities.

It was simply overestimating one's ability to win the same honor as the Jinyiwei.

For a time, officials who were originally worried that the West Factory would become the next Jinyiwei no longer took it seriously.

Besides, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

The old foxes who are well versed in this way naturally think that the next battle between the Xichang and the Jinyiwei will inevitably be, and they will take the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief.

Almost everyone thinks that there will be a fight between the Jinyiwei and the West Factory.

Including the shaman who caused this, Lao Zhu also thought so.

...

"Ha ha……"

Wuying Hall, the main hall where the emperor works every day.

At this time, in the empty hall, Lao Zhu laughed, closed a secret song in his hand, and said to Su Chen, who was lying on the cloud bed:

"Shang God, what do you think? This feathered field has indeed been much more restrained.

If we look at it, this Yuhuatian is not as powerful as imagined. We have said a long time ago that you have overestimated this Yuhuatian.

It seems that we are going to win this bet. We will book your elixir first..."

Looking at the proud old Zhu in front of him, Su Chen was speechless and said, "What's the hurry? It's too early for anyone to win or lose until the end of the month."

"Tsk tsk, you are worthy of being a god. You don't accept your fate..." Old Zhu shook his head, and kept tsk sounding, and he saw that he was an old Yin-Yang man.

Su Chen sneered in his heart, "Xiao Zhu, you are still too young.

I see Yu Huatian's every move, I see it all. You don't think that God really can't cheat..."

...

Several days passed in a row.

The Western Factory also had some conflicts with the Jinyiwei amid many expectations, but after being scolded by Zhu Yuanzhang a few times, both sides restrained a lot.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Jinyiwei had the upper hand in this confrontation.

Yuhuatian is becoming more and more low-key...

However, this calmed the officials and made Lao Zhu smile and consciously control the overall situation. It was broken by something that happened suddenly at the end of the month.

The son of Prime Minister Hu Weiyong rode his horse in the street and died on the street!

That afternoon, Hu Weiyong slapped the coachman to death, just when everyone thought that the matter was over.

Just the next day, the coachman's identity was found.

The real identity of the coachman was actually a general flag of the Jinyiwei. He also found a large number of correspondence letters with Mao Xiang, the commander of the Jinyiwei, in his home.

The comparison of handwriting is indeed Mao Xiang himself.

The commander of the Jinyiwei, Mao Xiang, harmed the Prime Minister's son and planned to fabricate false evidence. The court was in an uproar. All civil and military officials jointly submitted a report asking for the punishment of Mao Xiang.

Everyone pushed the wall down and pushed it. The officials who had long hated the Jinyiwei would naturally not miss this opportunity to defeat the Jinyiwei in one fell swoop.

For a moment, the group attacked, and the thunder and high pressure!

At this time, in the hearts of all officials, the West Factory was a paper tiger. If the Jinyiwei was eliminated, they would really have no worries.

With no effort, Lao Zhu was forced to punish the Jinyiwei under pressure, and at the same time, he removed all Mao Xiang's positions and sent him to death.

Three days!

In just three days, the Jinyiwei, who was powerful in the court and the people, completely fell, and the initiator of all this was Yuhuatian!

Wuying Palace.

A crackling sound came out.

Along with that, Lao Zhu's suppressed roar, "Bastard, I'm so angry. We do know what Mao Xiang has done over the years.

We keep him to collect evidence of Hu Weiyong's crimes. After the removal of Hu Weiyong, we will kill him and calm the impact of this matter. Now...

All previous efforts were wasted, and all deployments were invalid!

We want to kill Yuhuatian!"

Looking at Lao Zhu who was making trouble, Su Chen took a pot of imperial wine leisurely and put it into his mouth, saying, "You have lost this bet, don't forget what you promised me.

No matter what the consequences of this matter are, you are not allowed to make things difficult for Yuhuatian."

Hearing Su Chen's words, Lao Zhu had to respond in a muffled voice.

Seeing this, Su Chen couldn't help but smile. With this guy's slim nature, even if he couldn't move the Yuhuatian, he wouldn't just forget it.

However, it is as smart as a field, and it comes from the Ming Dynasty in later generations. Naturally, it has already thought of countermeasures, which is enough to make me worthy of my mistakes...

Thinking of this, Su Chen shook his head and smiled and said:

"...I know you're very angry now. It's just the beginning of the month. Why don't you draw a prize to relieve your depression?"
To be continued...