Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

Early the next morning, in Zhenxi Fucheng, outside Dongxuan Gate.

Since the establishment of the Monan Metropolitan Government, the focus of defense has also moved westward. Zhenxi Fucheng has naturally moved from the front to the rear, and the nature of the border passes has gradually transformed into a transportation hub.

Before dawn, a long queue of vehicles filled with goods was already lining up, waiting to enter the city.

Groups of heavily armed soldiers filed out and began to maintain order on the scene.

Various merchants and scholars in various clothes were rushing back and forth, giving instructions to prepare for entering the city.

Compared with the first two, the caravan guards with swords seemed to be much more leisurely. When they entered the Zhenxi Fucheng area, their work naturally disappeared, and they gathered together in groups to chat and spank.

"It's so damn unlucky that I finally hit the curfew during my trip to Western Xinjiang."

"What's so bad about this? As soon as the curfew comes out, we will probably have to stay in the city for two or three days. Isn't this a good time for the brothers to have some fun? They haven't touched any meat in more than a month."

"Gua Wa Zi! Use your brain to think about why there is a curfew. There must be a fight in the west! With the virtue of the shopkeeper, he must be seeking wealth through danger. If we are unlucky, we will probably focus on it. "

"ah?"

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Listening to the conversation of the ordinary warriors around him, Si Zijing glanced at the pony-tailed woman in casual clothes on the bed table next to him, and suddenly let out a laugh and said:

"It seems that the situation here is more complicated than we imagined. Are you really sure you won't return to Beijing?"

Xu Mengxi looked back awkwardly upon hearing this, frowning:

"I came here just because I knew about this. Qin Weishu used his life as bait, and now there is another war. He must have a big plan."

Si Zijing's voice was slow and leisurely, with a hint of ridicule:

"Then you are really not afraid of death."

While talking,

"Rumble--"

Deafening roars suddenly resounded through the sky. A dozen city gates of different sizes in the east of the city were slowly lifted up, and the long motorcade that had been stagnant all night slowly began to move forward.

Si Zijing followed Che Hui with a faint smile and said:

"Although Brother Huang asked me to take care of you before he died, you should only know that the words of care are just care."

"I have never counted on you, Mr. Si."

Xu Mengxi held the knife in her hand and her voice was neither cold nor indifferent: "I'm very grateful that you can resist not attacking me."

"Oh, Xu Dutong's words are wrong. Our joint action has been approved by the Holy One. You are loyal to the Holy One and you can't doubt his orders, right?"

Si Zijing shrugged, with a hint of ridicule in his voice: "We should be considered colleagues now."

Hearing this, Xu Mengxi subconsciously clenched her waist knife tightly and looked back with eyes that looked like they could eat people.

Three of the five people from the Secret Investigation Department, including Brother Huang, had already died, and the only remaining person was also seriously injured.

The Black Scale Guards had almost no losses.

Si Zijing seemed to be able to see through what she was thinking, and smiled warmly:

"I'm sorry for the death of your colleague from the Secret Investigation Department, but I think you should blame the Qin family for this debt, not my prime minister's office, right?"

Speaking of this, his words brought a hint of coldness:

"And you don't think that our Black Scale Guards have nothing to lose in this matter, do you?"

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Xu Mengxi let go of the waist knife in silence, Qiansheng apologized:

"Feel sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

Si Zijing waved his hand and said slowly:

"Compared with these, Xu Dutong, do you really not think about what I said to you on the way?"

"What's up?"

"You asked knowingly, so I'll ask you again, Xu Dutong, do you want to come work with us?"

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After a moment of silence, Xu Mengxi glanced at the feminine man beside her and whispered:

"If Xu Yinhe's subordinates were all stupid people like you, I'm afraid the world wouldn't start a war rashly."

"That's too much."

Si Zijing squinted his eyes and smiled, looking at him for a moment without any intention of getting angry. He turned to look at the gorgeously dressed caravan shopkeepers around him:

"Raising a glass to the bright moon, kneeling down to pick up pieces of silver, this is a portrayal of most people's lives in this world. Xu Dutong, as the disciple of the chief of the Secret Investigation Department, is inherently different from them, but you are still so strict. Feng Gong must have an ideal that he wants to realize, right?”

"What does this have to do with you?"

"I just think your ideals may have some similarities with Mr. Xiangguo's ideals."

"Oh, his ideal?"

Hearing this, Xu Mengxi suddenly chuckled, with a hint of sarcasm in her narrow beautiful eyes:

"It is his ideal to massacre loyal people and eliminate dissidents and commit unjust acts. With the authority granted by the emperor, he commits unfaithful acts to steal the country. Is this his ideal? To start a war in vain will bring destruction to the world. Is this his ideal too?”

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Si Zijing's eyes revealed a hint of thought, and he replied seriously:

"These are means to an ideal, not an end in itself."

Xu Mengxi suddenly stopped, her face as cold as snow:

"Then Mr. Si, has the ideal that can only be realized through such filthy means been changed in the process?

"Packaging the struggle for power into the ideal of reviving Great Yan? Isn't it right to steal the country and dominate oneself?

"Mr. Si,

"Different road non-phase plan."

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The words fell, and there was silence.

The two of them were silent all the way, walking side by side into the doorway, and then entered Zhenxi Fucheng after passing the verification with the imperial document.

Xu Mengxi walked in front, followed by Si Zijing Banluo.

His eyes were fixed on the other person's dangling ponytail. As pedestrians on the street continued to pass by in the peripheral vision, the smile in his eyes gradually became colder.

At this time, he had actually confirmed that Huang Shiwei was completely lying to him.

When reporting on the progress, he had already asked Lou Ji about the relationship between the other party and the Third Young Master. The president's answer was simple. To this woman, she was probably just the Third Young Master's bad taste.

Since the other party had no relationship with the Third Young Master and had already expressed his decisive attitude, Si Zijing was a little hesitant to take this opportunity to directly kill the upright disciple of the Chief of the Secret Investigation Department.

It's not because of what Xu Mengxi said just now.

He had heard this kind of remarks dozens of times, if not a hundred times, and they were rotten words that did not take the actual situation into consideration at all.

It's not even because Xu Mengxi blocked the way to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Going all the way west, this woman has been tracking her all the way without any external force, which already shows her ability, but at most she is just a general, how can a mantis be used as a chariot?

He wanted to kill her because of her identity.

Living people are of little use, but dead people can be used to make a fuss.

Xu Mengxi's death in this turbulent Western Xinjiang will not only have no impact on the Prime Minister's Mansion, but on the contrary, her death can even be pinned on the Qin family's forehead, in order to unite with the big shot of the Secret Investigation Department.

Quickly calculating the risks and benefits of this move in his mind, Si Zijing slowly approached the woman with the ponytail swaying from behind.

And just at this moment,

"Buzz——"

A buzz that resounded through the entire Zhenxi Mansion suddenly spread across the sky. At the same time, Si Zijing noticed that a shockingly oppressive formation aura suddenly locked onto him.

Subconsciously I looked up at the sky,

A translucent light film has been quickly constructed on the sky.

The city defense formation in Zhenxi Fucheng was fully activated.

When doubts and vigilance spread in his heart, Huang Shiwei's voice quietly sounded in his ears:

"Mr. Si, come to the government office. The Third Young Master is looking for you."