Crossing the famine, the special agent peasant girl blows up one by one

Su Chengyi asked military advisor Ge Xun what happened to Su Xiong that caused him to faint.

But Ge Xun felt that the secret could not be told to others, so he chose to remain silent.

Bikong saw that Su Xiong must have encountered some difficulties, so he asked Su Xiong to speak out himself.

Su Xiong gritted his teeth and told the whole story.

Everyone gnashed their teeth when they heard this. The rations of the frontier soldiers had to be arranged in such a way.

Regardless of whether it is the king's order or the prime minister's idea, you cannot do this.

Isn't this just shooting oneself in the foot? At this time, the war in the South was going on.

Now that the food supply to the north has been cut off, isn't the Daqing Kingdom doomed to be destroyed?

Bikong slammed the table:

"What a shitty king Fu Yaotian is, he doesn't even realize that others are undermining him.

The Daqing Kingdom will be destroyed by him sooner or later. Who the hell is this Prime Minister Wu?

Daqing was turned upside down, with war and food shortages.

In my opinion, he is the biggest traitor. "

Bikong became angrier as he spoke, and he took the tea on the table and poured it into his mouth.

The Prime Minister Wu, the person whom Bikong cursed, was at this time, toasting with the King of Daqing, Fu Yaotian, with a beautiful woman in his arms.

The graceful dancer in the hall swayed her waist and cast seductive glances at Fu Yaotian from time to time.

Fu Yaotian held the beauty in one hand, but his eyes were fixed on the dancer in the hall, with an infatuation on his face.

Wu Yihong, who was sitting next to them, looked even more satisfied when he saw this scene.

These women were carefully trained by him and prepared specifically for Fu Yaotian.

Prime Minister Wu turned his head away and smiled triumphantly.

In the past, when the third prince was still in the capital, he would advise the king that state affairs were important.

Now he is thousands of miles away from Fuyi City, and the capital is still under the control of Wu Yihong.

Since he likes to hang out with Su Jueniu, he will find an opportunity to prevent him from coming back forever.

After Wu Yihong said goodbye to the king, he returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Wu Yihong entered the study and a man in black came forward to report.

"My Lord, Su Chengyi has arrived at the Feiyue Pass military camp, and the food and fodder has been delivered."

Wu Yihong narrowed his eyes, tilted the corners of his mouth, and a smile appeared on his face.

My sister and brother-in-law are both losers. They can’t even handle a loser. But it doesn’t matter.

Let the father and son of the Su family starve to death in the northern border, and kill Su Jueniu without any soldiers.

He has been planning for so many years just for this day. He, Wu Yihong, wants to destroy the Fu family's empire.

A hundred years ago, his Wu family was also a family of powerful officials, and they worked hard for the country, the people, and Daqing.

But what he got in the end was confiscation of his property and beheading of his entire family.

His great-grandfather escaped the disaster because he was hidden in a secret compartment in the bedroom by his mother.

From then on, the Wu family acted cautiously and made every move carefully, and gradually grew stronger.

Now he is the prime minister, which can be said to be above everyone else and below everyone else.

This is not enough, he wants to let the Fu family also experience what it feels like to have the entire clan destroyed.

It will be Wu Yihong who will avenge the extermination of his Wu family. Just wait, that day will come soon.

As soon as the man in black left, a masked man also in black appeared in Wu Yihong's study.

Judging from the golden crown on his head, this person must be unusual.

This person is Nan Ruyu, the prince of Nansang Kingdom, who is attacking the southern part of Daqing Kingdom.

"Prime Minister Wu, your face looks very rosy today. It seems that things are going well!"

A deep and pleasant male voice came out of Nan Ruyu's mouth.

Wu Yihong stood up and bowed to Nan Ruyu.

"This is all thanks to Master Nan's ingenious strategy, otherwise I would have to put in more effort."

Wu Yihong said very proudly.

"Then Prime Minister Wu can add fuel to the fire, so that we can take over Daqing as soon as possible."

After hearing Nan Ruyu's proposal, Wu Yihong's eyes lit up.

"Oh," Wu Yihong said in a doubtful tone.

"Mr. Nan, do you have any good ideas?"

Nan Ruyu raised her eyebrows slightly, "Use the opponent's force to counterattack"

Wu Yihong was stunned, not understanding what Nan Ruyu meant, and asked:

"Mr. Nan, what do you mean? Please forgive my ignorance."

Nan Ruyu rolled her eyes at Wu Yihong, her heart full of disgust. The Prime Minister of Daqing Kingdom was just like this.

"You can tell the Di Kingdom that Su Xiong is short of food and grass, and let the Di Kingdom wear down Su Xiong so that he can't fight back. Then we can take over directly. Wouldn't Prime Minister Wu like this good thing of getting the upper hand?"

After listening to Nan Ruyu's explanation, Wu Yihong immediately replied with a smile:

"I like it, I like it very much, it suits my taste very well. Master Nan is truly a man of extraordinary talent, I am ashamed to be inferior to him."

Nan Ruyu looked at Wu Yihong, who was smiling smugly, and reminded him:

"If Prime Minister Wu gets what he wants, don't forget our previous agreement. Half of Daqing belongs to my Nansang Kingdom."

Wu Yihong quickly replied: "That's right, that's right, Master Nan, just sit back and wait for my good news!"

Nan Ruyu turned around, smiled evilly, and slipped into the secret compartment.

Haha, with Wu Yihong's stupid appearance, is he worthy of owning half of Daqing?

It would be more appropriate for Nansang to take over. Prime Minister Wu is just a pawn of his.

The personal guards around Nan Ruyu couldn't help but tremble in their hearts when they saw the smile on their master's face. Their master was truly a rare talent.

Prime Minister Wu in the capital had already made plans and arrangements, waiting to see how miserable Su Xiong would be in the northern border.

And in Ning'an City, in the guest room of a luxurious inn.

A tall and handsome man in a white gown sat on a chair, drinking tea and listening to his subordinates reporting news.

This man is Lu Shaoqin, the leader of the Underworld Pavilion, and the man sitting next to him is Jun Mo from the Underworld Pavilion’s Divine Machinery Department.

Although Jun Mo is not as handsome as Lu Shaoqin, he is still a handsome man.

The young man Qianji standing next to Jun Mo is a sharpshooter from the Shenji Department. He is good at using hidden weapons and bows and arrows and never misses a target.

The killer kneeling in front of Lu Shaoqin was the leader of the Mingge Information Department, He Xiao.

“Reporting to the master, Song Yanfeng was first imprisoned in the dungeon of the City Lord’s Mansion, and then exiled to the military camp. He is now in the military camp.

There are more than a dozen of his subordinates protecting him outside the military camp."

Lu Shaoqin looked at He Xiao who was kneeling on the ground and said, "Get up and keep watching for me.

Is there anyone unusual around him?"

"My Lord, I have secretly observed that they are just ordinary people, but there is a young doctor and an old monk among them."

Lu Shaoqin frowned slightly. Could it be that one of these two people has a weapon with extremely lethal power?

Song Yanfeng alone is not to be feared, but the person beside him who holds a powerful weapon is the key.

This is the biggest threat to Mingge and must be eliminated.

"He Xiao, we must be careful this time and must not alert the enemy. Do you understand?"

There was majesty in Lu Shaoqin's tone, and a hint of evil in his charming eyes.

"Yes, I obey."

On the second day, the third prince Fu Yicheng returned to the Feiyue Pass military camp with five carriages of rice.

He used threats and bribes to buy these grains from the city lord Zhao Shijie, using some of his family assets and the third prince's own money.

But when the Third Prince Fu Yicheng heard the military advisor's report that the food and fodder sent from the capital yesterday were mixed with fine sand, he fell to the ground.