When I was in Qin Dynasty, I really didn't want to make progress

But Liu Yi is the left Sima of Han after all. It is not easy for Ji Wuye to take down Liu Yi by using tricks, not only because of Liu Yi's own strength, but also because he has to consider the impact. Although he has the power to control everything in Han, he is not the King of Han after all. Moreover, although he wants to overthrow the ancestors of Han and usurp the throne of Han, what he wants is a complete Han, not a Han that is weakened by internal strife.

He couldn't kill all the ministers of Han just because they didn't listen to him. If he did that, even if he successfully usurped the throne of Han, who would help him govern Han?

If Yang Chong knew what Ji Wuye was thinking, he would definitely sneer at him. What era is it now? Why are you still dreaming of emulating the ancestors of the four families of Han, Zhao, Wei and Tian? The Qin State is about to attack us. By then...

"Left Sima Liu Yi?" Yang Chong was startled when he heard the name. He was not unfamiliar with this person.

"I only accept useful people." The change in Yang Chong's expression was seen as hesitation by Ji Wuye, so he gave an extra reminder.

"Killing Liu Yi is easy, but killing Liu Yi won't make people suspect the general, which is a problem." Yang Chong pondered.

"So only the best talents can accomplish this task." Ji Wuye now turned into a black-hearted boss. It was no wonder that top killers like Mo Ya and Bai Feng would choose to betray in the end. Ji Wuye was really not a good boss.

"Okay, I promise that the general will hear the news of Liu Yi's death within a month, and no one will associate it with the general." Yang Chong said.

"This general doesn't like jokes." Ji Wuye said.

"I don't like jokes either."

"If I don't hear the news of Liu Yi's death in a month, or if someone suspects me of his death, I will take your head as a gift to the king." Ji Wuye said coldly.

"Maybe it will take less than a month. General, please wait for good news. I'll take my leave now." Yang Chong said.

"I will let my people keep an eye on your whereabouts. Their martial arts may not be as good as yours, but when it comes to tracking people, there are not many people in the world who can surpass them, so don't think about escaping." Ji Wuye reminded.

"Now that I'm in this game, why would I think of escaping?" Yang Chong chuckled and walked down from the attic.

"Mo Ya, follow him." Ji Wuye said to himself.

"Yes." A light breeze passed by, and nothing seemed to have changed.

Looking at the empty attic, Ji Wuye suddenly asked the maid beside him: "What do you think of Yang Chong?"

"Very heroic." Faced with Ji Wuye's question, the maid dared not not answer.

"Yes, yes!" the other two maids said the same thing.

"Then tell me, what if I give you to him?" Ji Wuye asked.

"General, we all belong to you." A maid with wet marks on her skirt smiled and put her arms around Ji Wuye's arms.

"Is it this body or this heart?" Ji Wuye stroked the maid's face with a smile. His smooth skin made him unable to let go.

"It's this body, and also this heart." Under Ji Wuye's gentle caress, the maid revealed her shy charm.

"Including your life?" Ji Wuye asked.

"Yes, even my life belongs to the general." The maid was still smiling. She thought that if she could serve the general well tonight, she would definitely get a lot of rewards tomorrow, which would also make her other sisters jealous.

"Then I'm going to take back my things now." Ji Wuye suddenly laughed, and the hand that was stroking the maid's cheek had slid down to her neck. With a click, the slender neck fell weakly to the side, and a stream of liquid mixed with blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and there was still disbelief in her pupils.

"General, please spare us, General, please spare us, we didn't see anything." The other maid was so scared that she immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"It's strange that you heard news you shouldn't have heard." Ji Wuye threw the corpse in his palm away, and two palm winds hit the heads of the two maids.

With two cries of pain, the attic returned to complete silence. Ji Wuye looked at the ground where only the corpse was left, picked up a half-finished glass of wine from the table and poured it into his mouth. It seemed that because it had just been used by the maid, there was still a hint of rouge scent on the glass, which mixed with the aroma of wine and the bloody smell that permeated the attic, and transformed into an intoxicating scent for Ji Wuye.

“Beauty is great, but only if you hold power can you truly possess her.” Ji Wuye looked at the world outside the window and could vaguely see the King of Han’s palace.

power.

The next day, there was no change in the attic. There were still maids serving Ji Wuye. This great general of South Korea knew how to enjoy life. Although the maids around him were not stunningly beautiful, they were all first-class beauties.

These women were either bought for him by Feicuihu or seized by the people in the General's Mansion through manipulation of their power. However, that was not important. What was important was that these women were beautiful enough and he could use them at will.

"Why didn't Mo Ya report to me?" Ji Wuye asked Bai Feng who came to deliver the message.

"Reporting to the general, Mo Ya said that he would only feel at ease if he himself was keeping an eye on Yang Chong, and he was worried that I would lose Yang Chong." Bai Feng replied.

"What is Yang Chong doing now?" Ji Wuye asked

"He changed his appearance and became a fortune teller on the street where Zuo Sima's mansion is located." Bai Feng replied.

"Fortune teller?" Ji Wuye showed a hint of curiosity when he heard this. Could a fortune teller also be able to kill people?

"Is he asking gods and ghosts to help him kill people?" Ji Wuye said to himself. For a moment, he couldn't figure out what Yang Chong was planning.

"Maybe." Bai Feng replied. Although his voice was cold, it was also somewhat humorous.

Chapter 81 Mrs. Hu's Distant Nephew

In Xinzheng City, Zuo Sima Mansion.

A graceful figure stood by the railing, looking at the pond under the railing. The clear water rippled in the breeze, reflecting a pretty face as beautiful as a flower.

She might be over thirty years old, for her figure was extremely full, at the age when she was plump and juicy, with the mature charm of a woman, but she might also be only in her twenties, for her face bore no traces of the years, and her gentleness was tinged with melancholy, and she had a more delicate temperament.

She used to be the eldest daughter of Huoyu Villa in Baiyue Land, and is now the owner of this mansion. She has an unknown past.

"Alas." The long-lost memories once again came to Mrs. Hu's mind, making the beautiful woman sigh quietly. Feeling annoyed, she thought about it and decided to go to the theater.

Not long after, a carriage escorted by several guards slowly drove out of Zuo Sima's Mansion and headed towards the theater in Xinzheng City.

At this time, a figure quietly followed and went towards the theater first.

There were indeed theaters in this era, but they were not the kind of opera that Yang Chong understood, but Nuo opera, also known as ghost opera, which is the oldest kind of dance that is used to worship gods, drive away plague and epidemics, and express peace. Later, with the development of the times, it gradually developed into an opera with a strong entertaining color. There was such a Nuo opera theater in Xinzheng, which became a rare form of entertainment for noble ladies like Mrs. Hu.

Mrs. Hu was particularly fond of Nuo opera. Nuo opera was already popular in the Baiyue region where she was born. Her later experiences left her with many worries that she had no way to vent, so watching opera became a way for her to relieve her sorrow.

"What is he going to do? Is he planning to use this Madam Hu to assassinate Liu Yi?" In a corner that is difficult for ordinary people to notice, Bai Feng asked Mo Ya, who was both his teacher and father, beside him.

"These are all we can think of. However, as long as Liu Yi dies unexpectedly, the first thing those people in the court will think of is for the general to take action. So if Yang Chong does this, it is not very smart. But isn't he a smart man?" Mo Ya analyzed.

"Then what is he going to do?" Bai Feng became more and more curious.

"I don't know. We'll know if we follow them." Mo Ya walked through the crowd, looking at the carriage in the distance. It was not easy to follow Yang Chong, but it was much easier to follow a carriage.

After Mrs. Hu entered the theater, as a regular customer, she was immediately led by the theater maid to the box that she had booked all year round.

It's just that for some reason, today's opera was about a filial son traveling thousands of miles to find his mother. There are many such operas, but Mrs. Hu was already upset today, and when she saw such a piece of music, she couldn't help but think of her own woman, the daughter she lost in the chaos.

"Is she still alive? If she is, she should be sixteen years old now." Mrs. Hu thought about it, and her sorrow deepened.

The turmoil at Fire Rain Villa caused her to lose all her loved ones, but those loved ones still live in her heart, weighing on her mind, leaving her with a lasting melancholy.

Even after leaving the theater, Mrs. Hu was still absent-minded, with the fragments of her daughter's loss constantly echoing in her mind.

Mrs. Hu thought about it and walked towards the carriage. Just as she was about to get on the carriage, she unexpectedly saw many people queuing on the opposite side. But they were not buying anything, but telling fortunes?

Fortune telling? What is my destiny? Thinking of her ill-fated fate, Mrs. Hu suddenly withdrew her hand from the carriage. She subconsciously walked to the other side. She also wanted to calculate her own destiny.

Mrs. Hu was standing in the queue, listening to the discussion of the women in front of her. They said that the fortune teller was very accurate. She felt more determined. What if it was possible? It would be better than the current situation.

After waiting in line for a long time, Mrs. Hu finally arrived at the fortune-telling booth. There was a very young man with a frail appearance and a gentle and warm smile on his face.

"Please write down a word first, madam?" Yang Chong, who was dressed as a fortune teller, asked after Madam Hu sat down.

"Okay." Upon hearing this, Mrs. Hu picked up the brush on the stall, thought for a moment, and wrote the word "玉" on a blank bamboo slip.

The character "玉" at this time was different from the one in Yang Chong's memory. It was not a character "王子" with a dot added, but a character "王" with two dots added.

"Please take a look at this word, sir." Mrs. Hu pushed the bamboo slip with the word '玉' written in front of Yang Chong.

"Jade?" Yang Chong picked up the bamboo slips and took a look at it. Based on Mrs. Hu's experience and the word "jade", an idea suddenly came to his mind.

Mrs. Hu looked at Yang Chong nervously. If there was no hope, it would be fine. But once there was hope, the restless feeling in her heart would return...

"The word 'jade' is a good word. Jade originally refers to precious gems strung together with silk ropes. Later it is extended to mean things that are as crystal clear as jade, and it is also used to describe beauty, just like you, madam." Yang Chong said as he looked at Madam Hu in front of him.

Indeed, although Mrs. Hu's facial features were not stunning enough, her mature figure had an unconcealable charm, coupled with the seemingly eternal sadness between her eyebrows, which only made Yang Chong think of a legendary existence: the aunt next door. Of course, in the language habits of this world, it should be the aunt next door.

Meeting Yang Chong's gaze, Mrs. Hu instinctively lowered her head, but she could not see anything, and could only see Hu's green cloth.

"Madam was born because of this word jade, and her destiny was also changed because of this word jade." Yang Chong continued.

Mrs. Hu's body trembled when she heard this. She was born in Fire Rain Villa, where Fire Rain Agate was produced in abundance. Fire Rain Agate was loved by the wealthy people of the Seven Kingdoms and was called red jade. Wasn't it born from jade?

Later, the wealth accumulated in Huoyu Villa over the years was coveted by robbers, which eventually led to the disaster of Huoyu Villa. Wasn't her fate changed because of the jade?

"Sir, what else can you see?" Mrs. Hu raised her head, regardless of her shyness, and looked straight at Yang Chongdao.

"The character for Jade is composed of two dots for Wang, which means your current situation is caused by Wang." Yang Chong continued.

"King?" Madam Hu pondered. Was everything she had now because of the king? Which king was that? Who else could it be besides the one in King Han's palace?

"The two dots of the word 'Yu' are not connected to the word 'Wang', which means that there are two very important people in your life who have been separated from you because of this 'Wang'." Yang Chong's words exploded in Mrs. Hu's mind like thunder.

"Two people?" Mrs. Hu bit her lip tightly, trying her best not to reveal anything in front of Yang Chong, but her voice was already trembling: "What else can you see?"

"These two points, one above and one below, can be translated as big and one small, so the point below should refer to your child, but the point above is not the top one, so it's hard to say." Yang Chong said.

"Child, it's hard to say?" Mrs. Hu looked at Yang Chong, tears already flashing in her eyes. The child was her daughter, so the "hard to say" must be referring to Li Kai, the father of her daughter, not her husband, right?

"Are they still alive?" Mrs. Hu asked hurriedly, and her hand uncontrollably grabbed Yang Chong's hand holding the bamboo slips because of nervousness and excitement.

"Although the two points are separated from the king, they have not yet escaped from the king's framework. This means that although they are separated from the lady, their fate is still connected with her. Since the lady is alive and well now, they are of course alive too." Yang Chong let Mrs. Hu hold his hand and said.

"Just be alive, just be alive, just be alive." Mrs. Hu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and kept talking.

"Madam, do you want to find them?" Yang Chong asked.

"Found them?" Mrs. Hu's eyes showed confusion and she was unable to react for a moment.

"In addition to my fortune-telling business, I also work part-time as a searcher. If Madam wants to find them, I think I can do my best, but the price will probably be a bit expensive." Yang Chong said.

"Can you really help me find them?" Mrs. Hu asked. She no longer cared about anything else.

"Okay, if I can't find her, I won't take a penny." Yang Chong said with a smile. Yang Chong knew where Nanyue was, and he also knew where Li Kai was.

"Okay, as long as you can help me find them, I'm willing to pay any price." Mrs. Hu said with unprecedented firmness.

"I've taken this deal." Yang Chong said, the first step of the plan was completed.

Not long after, Mrs. Hu left with satisfaction. However, on the way home, Mrs. Hu suddenly remembered that she had not told the other party her identity. Even if the other party found out something, he would not know how to contact her.

He didn't ask, so he must have his own way, right? Yes, he is so magical, he should know how to find me. Thinking of the various magical things about the fortune teller, Mrs. Hu's worries disappeared.

After Mrs. Hu returned home, she waited for the fortune teller to come to her in anticipation and anxiety.

But ten days passed and no one came to find her. In her anxiety, she even went to the theater again, hoping to find the fortune teller there, but the theater was still there, but there was no stall.

Until the fifteenth day, Mrs. Hu still had not received any news.

"Madam, there is a man outside the house who claims to be your relative." On the sixteenth day, Madam Hu sat in the pavilion beside the pond, absent-mindedly feeding the fish. If there was no hope, it would be fine. But once she saw hope, it would really...

At this time, a maid came hurriedly from the corridor in the distance. Just now, the butler received a message from the doorman.

"My relatives?" Mrs. Hu was slightly startled when she heard this. Since the destruction of Fire Rain Villa, her only relative was her sister. But her sister, Lady Hu, was now the favorite concubine of King Han. How could she come at this time? Moreover, even if her sister, Lady Hu, wanted to come, she would never use such words.

Mrs. Hu couldn't think of any relatives she had at the moment, but what if?

"Yes, ma'am, Butler Liu said that the man is obviously not an ordinary person." The maid replied.

Zuo Sima Mansion is a place of high status and power in Xinzheng City. Not everyone can visit. But since the doorman informed the housekeeper of the news, and the housekeeper informed the hostess's maid, they actually had some recognition of the identity of the visitor.

"Unordinary?" Mrs. Hu's doubts were not answered after hearing this. Instead, her doubts deepened. Could it be that he is really my relative?

Could it be him? In doubt, Mrs. Hu suddenly thought of a possibility. Thinking of this, Mrs. Hu hurriedly said, "Bring him in."

"Yes." The maid responded, and then hurried away, not wanting to keep the guests waiting for long.

Not long after, to Mrs. Hu's surprise, her husband appeared in front of her.

"Yang Chong meets my aunt." Under Mrs. Hu's surprised gaze, Yang Chong called out a name that surprised her.

"Aunt?" Mrs. Hu was stunned. How could Yang Chong, a fortune teller, be her nephew? However, in just a moment, Mrs. Hu felt that she understood what Yang Chong meant. Yang Chong did not want to expose their years-long transaction to others, and it was indeed not appropriate for her to let others know that she was asking someone to find her daughter and her former lover.

"Aunt, there are some things I can only tell you. Please leave everyone else alone." Yang Chong said.

"You, you come with me." Mrs. Hu nodded almost without hesitation, accepting the title of "aunt" given to her by the fortune teller Yang Chong.

Regarding the subsequent plot, the protagonist whitewashes his identity through Ji Wuye, and then obtains an official identity, and then cooperates with Han Fei and Wei Zhuang to take down Ji Wuye and others, divide up the night, and collect beauties by the way. This is the development of the plot. My friends, don’t think that the protagonist joins Ji Wuye just to work for Ji Wuye. This is different. Who would hang out with a person like Ji Wuye?

Chapter 82 Liu Yi, am I cheating? (Daily reading 4 times, days, please subscribe)

Zuo Sima's Mansion was large with many rooms, but Mrs. Hu was eager to know the news that Yang Chong brought, so she chose a room closest to the pond, which was also the room where she used to take a nap.

The room is not big, but it is decorated very elegantly. Perhaps it is because she was spoiled since childhood. Even though she married Liu Yi, whom she did not like, she was treated as a treasure by Liu Yi. Even though Mrs. Hu is not young anymore, her girlish heart has not completely disappeared, which can be seen from the occasional pink tones in the room. No wonder her sister, Lady Hu, likes peach pink clothes, it turns out that it is also a family color.

Mrs. Hu didn't know that Yang Chong was observing her room. The moment Yang Chong entered the room, Mrs. Hu hurriedly pushed the door closed.

In Zuo Sima's Mansion, everyone was Liu Yi's slaves, but she was looking for her daughter and Li Kai. She knew that Liu Yi must not know about this matter no matter what, so she had to keep it secret.

"Sir, have you found out any information?" Mrs. Hu, who had been suppressed all the way, couldn't wait to grab Yang Chong's hand the moment she closed the door.