Chapter 833: The Treacherous Marquis of Dongchuan

"I also want to show our unshakable attitude towards traitors and Qingtang barbarians in front of those red-clothed emissaries. Who knew that head could bite me after being beheaded... ..."

Dongchuan Hou Shizi was full of grievances.

After a pause, he gritted his teeth again, and guessed with a fierce look in his eyes: "Father, do you think this matter has something to do with those red-clothed emissaries?"

Dongchuan Hou laughed back angrily, and said with hatred: "What does it have to do with them? Is it the head they forced you to kick, or did they collude with Qingtang and set a trap for you to go inside?" Drilling? I have told you more than once that you can’t judge things because of your own emotions. This time, the incident was obviously done by Qingtang. They wanted to kill you to anger me. Even if you are safe today If nothing happens, they will continue to assassinate elsewhere."

Dongchuan Hou Shizi asked puzzledly: "But why did they do this? Killing me to anger you didn't break our agreement with them? Could it be that they really want to fight us?"

Dongchuan Hou sneered and said: "Agreement is something that can be discarded at any time. Aren't we also planning to give them a hard blow when the Qingtang side becomes paralyzed? Respect yourself, hmph, If that Kou is older than us, he will devour the master! Qingtang must be planning other schemes, otherwise, it would not have sent a few centuries to sneak into Yizhou, and then sent another Wizard of Qingtang, poisoned our food and grass... It seems that the new King of Qingtang is not satisfied with borrowing our swords to help him wipe out dissatisfied tribes. Ambush me halfway, so that I can step on my bones to stand up. I used to think that this person is not like the old Qingtang king. Looking at it now, he really is the seed of the old Qingtang king. He can't support his family. You wolf cub! It's you, the more I look at it, the more I feel that you don't look like my son, and you haven't inherited my shrewdness at all!"

Dongchuan Hou Shizi muttered in his heart: If I am your son, ask my mother, won't you know?

However, after thinking about it carefully, he felt that his father's analysis was very reasonable, and said through gritted teeth: "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different. This is really true...Father, how do you plan to deal with this matter?" ?”

"Of course I want to avenge you! You have suffered such a big loss, if I don't take revenge, how can I get rid of the hatred in my heart? And with Qingtang's character, once we show weakness, they will become more arrogant and eventually ride us They shit and piss on their heads. So this revenge must be avenged. Only when they are hurt can they be obedient and be used by us. To raise the bandits’ self-respect, naturally the bandits must be obedient, otherwise it is tantamount to feeding tigers with their bodies !"

Dongchuan Hou said this, glanced at his son, and ordered: "Until the revenge is successful, you stay in the mansion, don't go anywhere, and don't see people outside the mansion, I will announce your death to the public. Only in this way, Qingtang will believe that I am really out of anger. At that time, it will depend on whether they can step on me and become famous, or I will turn around and swallow them!"

Dongchuan Hou Shizi was stunned for a moment, he never thought that he was still alive, but he was going to die.

But he knew that this was his father's strategy, he didn't dare to violate it, and he had no way to violate it, so he could only say 'yes'.

Dongchuanhou patted him on the shoulder and said: "I know, you have hatred for those red-clothed emissaries, but they are still useful to me, so I can't kill them for the time being. But I will let them search for the Qingtang wizard , this is their duty, just let them have a dog-eat-dog with Qingtang. With the strange and weird skills of Qingtang wizards, even if these red-clothed messengers don't die, they will have to hurt a few, just to relieve your hatred. And they have In case of casualties, we can only blame ourselves for our limited abilities, but not us.”

Dongchuan Hou Shizi was overjoyed when he heard that, and hurriedly said: "Thank you father, it really was my father's arrangement, even more so!"

"Learn a bit, the way of being a general and the method of strategizing cannot be mastered by just reading a few books. You still have a long way to go." Dongchuan Hou taught with a straight face.

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at his son's crippled leg again, feeling a little distressed, and comforted him, "As for your leg, don't be too sad. I heard that there is witchcraft in the Qingtang that can kill bones. I have conquered them, and I will find you the best wizard, and let him help you grow a leg again!"

No matter what Dongchuan Hou Shizi was thinking at this moment, he had to brace himself up and thank him.

"Okay, let's keep practicing. Liao Tixue has been waiting for me for a long time, and those red-clothed emissaries, counting the time, should also come. I have to go out and meet them."

After Dongchuan Hou dropped these words, he turned and left straight away, leaving Dongchuan Hou Shizi lying on the bed with an uncertain expression.

When he arrived at the court room where the guests were received, Marquis Dongchuan did not see Liao Tixue and Qin Qiaoer immediately.

He first summoned a few soldiers who followed his son before, and asked in detail about today's incident.

Although Dongchuan Hou had already learned about these events in detail from his son, he still wanted to ask these soldiers again.

It's not that he suspects that his son is lying, but that he doesn't want his son's description with subjective emotions to affect his analysis and judgment of the incident, so he has to ask a few more people for comparison.

After cross-examining these soldiers, Marquis Dongchuan pondered for a moment, and was basically sure that his judgment was correct, and then called the confidant general in charge of Ye Bu Sui, and asked: "Ma Chao, Ye Bu Sui under your command, follow Did those red-clothed emissaries find anything strange?"

Ma Chao stood respectfully and stood up, and said: "When you return to Lord Hou, everything else is normal. There is a red-clothed emissary who went to the Temple of the City God and the Confucian Temple after the accident of Lord Hou."

"What are you going to do in Town God's Temple and Confucian Temple?" Dongchuan Hou frowned slightly.

"Incense."

Dongchuan Hou was stunned for a moment, and asked: "Just offering incense? Isn't it about connecting with their secret lines?"

Ma Chao replied: "At the beginning, we also suspected that he was contacting a dark line, but we watched the two places for a long time, but no suspicious person appeared. But we think that the matter should not be that simple."

Dongchuan Hou's face darkened, and he snorted coldly: "Since you know that the matter is not simple, then go and find out for me what he is going to go to these two temples! You can't just ask for the blessing of the City God and Confucius Right? He is a red-clothed emissary, and he doesn’t take the test of being a scholar. Why does he worship Confucius? As for the city god, if he is really alive, I should have been dragged to hell long ago! And these red-clothed emissaries, how did they learn from Liao Ti? Those who are online should also check it out for me.”

"The general obeys orders!"

Ma Chao felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat, he didn't dare to say any more, and hurriedly surrendered his hands.

Dongchuanhou waved his hand, indicating that he could go.

When Ma Chao left, he rubbed his face, his originally sinister expression immediately turned into grief, helplessness and weakness, as if his son had really died.

At this moment, he is no longer the Marquis of Dongchuan, but a poor old man who has experienced the pain of bereavement.

Then, he asked his subordinates to invite Liao Tixue and Qin Qiaoer in.