The next evening, the sky was slightly cloudy and it was drizzling outside, adding a mottled charm to the ancient royal city of Xinzheng.

In Zilanxuan's backyard, Jiang held an umbrella and helped Nongyu onto the carriage, and said softly: "Nongyu, wait for a moment."

"kindness!"

Not long after, Xuan Jian came back to report: "Mr. Marquis, my subordinates have checked the nearby streets, and there is no eyeliner surveillance around Zilanxuan."

Jiang carried his back with one hand and smiled faintly: "It seems that the peace during this period has made Ji Wuye lose his vigilance."

The quicksand lost Han Fei and had no power in the court.

Although Zhang Liang is the prince of the Prime Minister's House, he is not a prime minister after all, and he has little influence on the Korean court.

Although Zilanxuan was the center of Korea, the situation was unpredictable. The quicksand now is no longer the quicksand.

If it develops according to the original plot, the future quicksand will become a notorious killer group under the leadership of Weizhuang, and will influence the changes in the world in another way.

In fact, this is inevitable.

If an organization does not have enough funds to maintain operation, then there is no need to exist.

If you want to maintain quicksand and to recruit experts to serve quicksand, you must have huge funds.

Weizhuang is far away from the court and disdains to run a business. What can he do if he doesn’t become a killer?

Although the development of the world is accidental, it is inevitable.

Walking onto the carriage, Jiang put the umbrella aside and ordered Xuan Jian: "Let's go!"

Nong Yu grabbed Jiang's hand with some anxiety and said nervously: "Husband, do you think my aunt is living in Korea?"

Jiang Wenyan smiled and said, "Of course! Bai Yifei and Han Yu both know that you are the wife of this marquis, so how dare they bully my aunt?"

This time, Nong Yu came to Korea. In addition to meeting Zi Nu and reminiscing about the past, another purpose was to see how Meiren Hu was now.

Beauty Hu loves to watch operas the most and often goes out of the palace to watch operas at the Aoyou Pavilion.

In fact, watching the show is fake. In the past, Mei Meiren went out of the palace to watch the show, but she was just to talk to her sister outside the palace and relieve the loneliness of the deep palace.

Although Mrs. Hu has gone to Zhao State to live, her habit of watching dramas has continued.

The carriage creaked and slowly drove out of the back door of Zilanxuan and headed towards the Kaiyou Pavilion.

...

Xuan Jian's voice came from outside the carriage: "Young Master, Madam, the Aoyou Pavilion has arrived."

The bamboo curtain gauze on the carriage was lifted up, Jiang took Nong Yu out of the carriage, Jiang held an umbrella, and walked into the Cavalier Pavilion with Nong Yu.

The attic is connected by corridors, the pavilion is hung with pink curtains, and purple flowers and ancient trees are planted in the garden. The drizzle is hazy and there is a good atmosphere of watching the show.

There were already high-ranking officials and nobles in the pavilion vaguely. Jiang took Nong Yu slowly forward, and Xuan Jian followed behind, keeping his eyes on the actions of everyone around him.

The opera tonight has not yet begun, Jiang and Nong Yu stand in the pavilion to enjoy the rain.

Before I knew it, the corridor where there were conversations in the distance suddenly became silent, with only the drizzle outside the corridor knocking on the flowers and leaves.

A faint fragrance wafted over with the wind. On the other side of the corridor, a woman with long burgundy hair and a palace skirt behind her neck walked over, with several beautiful palace maids gathered behind her.

Seeing Jiang and Nong Yu, Meiren Hu's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and she waved her hand to stop the palace maid. Meiren Hu walked over alone and smiled slightly and said, "Jiang Hou, Nong Yu, you are here."

Jiang nodded slightly, looked into the distance, and then smiled faintly, "You guys talk first."

Of course, there is nothing to talk about between Jiang and Meiren Hu. Even if there are some relatives, I just want to ask some people to take care of them on weekdays.

Beauty Hu nodded to Jiang Weiwei, saying that she could take good care of Nongyu.

Seeing this, Jiang took Xuan Jian and followed a purple figure into a theater on the second floor.

The first floor of the Kaiyou Pavilion is a hall, which is dedicated to ordinary wealthy people who enjoy operas.

On the second floor is a compartment dedicated to the use of kings and nobles.

In fact, many people come to places like Aoyou Pavilion not to really watch operas and listen to music, but to socialize and make friends with some important officials in the court.

With the same hobbies, we have a common language.

Just like in modern times, the higher the place, the higher the status of the person you go to. If you want to expand your social circle, you must go to such a place.

The consumption of traveling to some places may reach tens of thousands or even tens of thousands.

But if you can get to know some noble people, it will be worth it no matter how much money you spend.

It's like having lunch with the stock god, even if it costs millions of dollars.

"Fourth Young Master!"

"Mr. Jiang, please sit down!"

After taking the seat, Han Yu smiled lightly and said, "Last month, Mr. Jiang was married, and Yu was unable to come in person to congratulate him. Please forgive me."

Jiang Qing chuckled and said, "There is no joy. If the wedding is one day later, it will be postponed for several months."

Han Yu was very tactful and did not ask about the reason for the death of King Zhao. It was not his turn to deal with the matter of Zhao.

Jiang asked, "How is Zhao Jia now?"

Han Yu smiled and said, "You can provide delicious food and drinks. Don't worry, Mr. Jiang. In this Xinzheng City, Zhao Jia will never be wronged."

Jiang nodded slightly, although Zhao Jia's life and death were no longer important after working with Chunpingjun.

But as long as Zhao Jia is still alive, it is a kind of restraint for Zhao Qian and Chunpingjun.

Han Yu took a sip of tea and asked in a deep voice: "Hor Jiang came to Han this time because of what he agreed last time?"

Jiang nodded and said, "That's right."

Han Yu asked, "What's the plan for Jiang Hou?"

Jiang said: "Don't worry, with Bai Yifei's cooperation, you will take Ji Wuye's life between the [31   31xs.]."

Han Yu frowned when he heard this, and asked in a slight tone of surprise: "How did Jiang Hou convince Bai Yifei?"

Jiang tidied up his sleeves and said without caring: "This is the general situation, Bai Yifei is a smart person, so of course he can see the situation clearly."

Han Yu's face was slightly dark, and his fear of Jiang had reached its peak.

Last month, Han Qiancheng went to Handan on behalf of Han Yu to congratulate Jiang. After returning, he reported that the death of King Yan of Zhao might be related to Jiang.

Between kings and nobles, assassination has always been a taboo.

The higher the status and the greater the power, the more people care about their lives.

Jiang can silently kill a king of a country. Now that he comes to Korea, he can reach Ji Wuye with his backhand.

This method is not to be afraid or afraid.

After all, Weizhuang is a man from the martial arts world now, and Zhang Liang is just a prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion. They are not afraid of death and can sacrifice their lives for their ambitions.

So Wei Zhuang and Zhang Liang couldn't think of this problem.

But Han Yu is the fourth son of South Korea, and he is very afraid of death.

So after hearing Jiang's words, Han Yu's first idea was to remove all the eyes and ears that Jiang had to install in Korea after he ascended the throne.

Ginger is so scary.
Chapter completed!