"The world admires King Yan for his brilliance and strategy. Even I admire him. After all, he is someone who can resist even the God of War of Southern Chu."

"Then why did King Yan stand up for an unknown boy?" The old man hesitated for a while and expressed his doubts.

"He will not do these things for Wang Yi. What he wants to do is to tell this king that this is Chang'an, this is Yanjing, and it is the fiefdom left to him by his father. In addition, there is a man who was born in Youzhou and has extraordinary talents.

Yan Song, as he is called, everything will fall into place."

"If Wang Yi becomes a member of Jinyiwei, will it be detrimental to you, sir?" The old man was very loyal.

"It's not good for me?" Yang Zhao suddenly laughed, "We'll see if he survives tonight."

The old man looked at the master's expression and became frightened. The last time the master showed this expression, many wealthy nobles in Luoyang disappeared.

Yang Zhao did not see the old man's expression, but looked at the words he had just finished writing.

Kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When it's done, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name.

Good poems, good poems, good words and good words.

At this time, in the open space in front of Wang Yi and the others, there was finally a response.

Rows of men in black appeared in everyone's sight.
Chapter completed!