Chapter 290 Planning to Test the Waters

Hearing the voice behind him, Zhao put down the letter and said jokingly: "What are you talking about? How dare I have thoughts about the little grandmaster? Really!"

"Hey, you really dare to talk nonsense. I'm also a little grandmaster. I'm not here to order you around!"

A man came out from behind the screen with dirty clothes and an unshaven face. He smiled obscenely. He rubbed his hands and took the chair and sat down. It was Liu Zhi.

He picked up the wine glass and drank a glass of warm wine. After sipping the taste, he raised his chin and joked: "You are a pretty girl. What's wrong? People are dissatisfied that you are only a fourth-grade official?"

"I'm really not satisfied. If I were the little master from the ghost market, I would probably be satisfied." Zhao raised his glass and joked back.

After the two clinked glasses, they couldn't help laughing.

When he was slightly tipsy from the wine and half-full of food, Liuzhi put down the wine glass and said, "Tell me, you called me here all the way, what do you want to check?"

Zhao said in a deep voice: "Two things. First, help me check the identity of that woman. It's best to be clear."

"Second, check whether the Lin'anshan Temple and Chuzhou Guancang were done by the same group of people."

oh? Liuzhi frowned slightly and looked at Zhao Jiu puzzledly. He could understand Zha Wangshu's identity. After all, he was the one who assassinated him, so there was nothing wrong with being cautious.

But why are you so concerned about people who burn down official warehouses? Logically speaking, it is none of his business. Could it be that he has been wearing the official robe for a long time, and he really thinks that he is the commander of the royal guards?

"Two things together, the price is not cheap." Zhao Jiu secretly poked at him with six fingers, and said with a smile: "I think it's better to check the girl, anyway, it's not our own thing to burn, what do you think? ?”

Zhao shook his head, how could he not know whether it was his own? He is just wearing an official robe, and he is not really a court official.

"I know." He dropped a banknote, his eyes downcast, full of sorrow.

"The purpose of these people is that I am fine. At worst, I will go to the capital to ask for Lu Wenyu. If the junior grandmaster is not good, I will become the grand master. Besides, I still have the status of an imperial envoy. If you want to kill me, you have to weigh it carefully. But if..."

Liu Zhi thought for a moment and heard the meaning of Zhao Ju's words. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you mean? Burning official warehouses is the emperor's intention?"

"Yes!" Zhao held his forehead, played with the wine glass in his hand, and said helplessly: "There is a fire in the official warehouses of the nine state capitals in the south of the Yangtze River. They must be liquidated after the war. Even if the man on the dragon throne misses my hard work , handle it with care, but what about his son? Will the new emperor handle it with care?"

"Would you know it if it were you? I can't anyway. What a great opportunity to win over people's hearts! You can even give me a few more scapegoats by then. Not to mention the nine tribes, even a hundred tribes won't be enough to kill!"

There was silence in the private room, with six fingers weighing the wine glass. Thinking about it carefully, this seems to be true. The most ruthless one is the imperial family, the aloof "Emperor", it is normal for him to do any shameless things.

After all, the world belongs to him, so it doesn't matter how many people die. From ancient times to the present, the truth is still the same!

After putting away the banknote, Liuzhi did not agree in a hurry, but went to the upper layer of insurance, "Put the ugly words first. There are no clues about this matter. I guess it is not that easy to investigate. You should pay more attention to yourself, maybe you are mistaken. You can find something by accident."

"Don't worry, I'll set up a trap to test and see if the other party can get in. If he gets in, I'll probably be able to find something." Zhao said, turning his head to look at the prefect's Yamen in the distance.

Liu Fing didn't object, he just tapped the table lightly, looking absent-minded.

After a long time, as if he remembered something, he suddenly said: "In Jingzhou, Lu Wenyu was assassinated, and it was probably Liu Huanzhou who did it. Anyway, everything was fine in the end."

Zhao didn't react at all, just raised his eyes. He hoped that Lu Wenyu would die, but just thinking about it, it would be impossible to kill Lu Wenyu without mobilizing the army.

"That means Hexi will send troops first?"

"It's pretty much the same." Liuzhi agreed.

Zhao then laughed, shook his head and said: "Our emperor really wants a lot. He has never thought about what he would do if Hexi was defeated like a mountain, or if Liu Huanzhou directly defected to the Hu people?"

"It's just lost in Hexi." Liu Zhi said nonchalantly.

He took a piece of meat with chopsticks, chewed it, and finally gave it away with wine. He breathed out a comfortable breath and said with a smile: "It seems that if He Xi is told not to throw it away, he will listen to him. Anyway, it is not your own thing, so you don't feel bad if you throw it away."

That makes sense! Zhao raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. The wine in the glass was not strong, but sweet and very smooth. However, he didn't taste much when he drank it. He only felt the smell of alcohol filling his mouth.

My mind is not on the wine...

The sky was getting slightly dark, and Zhao was already a little drunk. Liu Zhi had already left, leaving him alone. There was no light in the private room, so it was a little dark.

He picked up the letter on the table and put it into the space. He turned his head and looked at the gloomy sky outside the window. He was a little bored.

After paying the bill and walking out of the restaurant, the noisy crowd had already dispersed. There were not many people on the street, but there were quite a few restaurant and brothel boys hanging lanterns.

He walked towards the inn with his hands behind his back. He had been living in the inn these days, nursing his injuries. Although he can still brag to Wang Shu, he knows his body well and cannot say that he has recovered, which means he is only 80% or 90% better.

It will take some time to take care of it.

But now that things are coming to an end, is there still time to recover from the injury? It’s hard to say. Zhao was in a bad mood. He kept his head down and just walked, not knowing whether he had arrived or not.

Fortunately, the yamen runner at the entrance of the post station was sharp-eyed. When he saw Zhao Jue coming back, he hurriedly said hello: "Sir Zhao, you are back? Do you want me to make you a cup of tea to sober you up?"

Have we arrived? Zhao Jue looked up and saw that it was the post station. He simply waved his hand and smiled: "I drank a few more cups because I was in a good mood. Go and make a pot of strong tea."

"Okay." The yamen runner helped him sit down in the yard, steamed the dishes and turned to make tea.

After a while, the yamen runner put the tea on the table and said respectfully: "Sir, your tea."

"Well, go down."

Zhao Jue lay on the chair, squinting his eyes and half asleep. The evening breeze blew, making people feel dazed. With the help of the alcohol, everything in front of them became hazy, as if covered with a layer of mist.

The words of Wangshu and Liuzhi circulated in his mind. There was always a connection between the two things and Hexi, but he couldn't think of any connection.

All were confused and couldn't see clearly.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he sat up. Looking around the empty yard, Zhao seemed to have thought of something.

"Hexi doesn't want to fight!"