Strange World Survival Manual

In the dark night, white snow is flying, and everything in the capital has been dyed with a layer of white, giving this ancient city a different kind of charm.

In a house in the capital, the lights are still on.

The weather was very cold, but at this time Xiong Beiyuan, the Minister of War, felt even colder.

At this time, a young man was sitting in front of him. This young man was still holding a folding fan and was looking at him with a smile.

"Do you know who I am?" Xiong Beiyuan stared at the young man with his eyes and said coldly.

"Wei Guozheng's second-rank official, Xiong Beiyuan, minister of the Ministry of War, Xiong Zongqi's biological father, a scum who had an affair with his brother's wife." The young man said slowly, tapping the folding fan in his hand.

After hearing his words, Xiong Beiyuan's expression became a little colder, and he stood up slowly, exuding an aura of calmness and self-power.

"Then who are you?" He stared at the young man and asked slowly.

The young man chuckled and said, "Me? My father is the magistrate of Mengting County, seventh grade. And my name is Zhang Yuan. I am a candidate for this year's general examination and a Juren."

"Seventh grade? Juren?" Xiong Beiyuan showed an angry look on his face and scolded: "Then you dare to threaten me? Who is your father? Who are you? You are looking for death! Believe it or not, I can kill your family. Light!"

"Tsk tsk..." Zhang Yuan smiled and shook his head, then unfolded his folding fan and fanned the wind while saying: "Master Xiong, I am not a thing, I am a person who can take your life."

Just as he finished speaking, the door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man walked in from the darkness, staring at Xiong Beiyuan coldly.

"Mo Qiubai?!" Xiong Beiyuan's face changed when he saw this man, with a look of horror on his face.

He knew this man. He was one of the most famous masters in the capital recently and one of the most powerful masters in the world.

But he never would have thought that Mo Qiubai would come to his home and seem to obey the young man's orders.

And this person could indeed kill him in an instant.

"Mo Qiubai, are you going to rebel?" Xiong Beiyuan shouted in a low voice with an angry look on his face.

His voice was so serious that even Mo Qiu's face changed after hearing it.

"It was not him who rebelled, but you." Before Mo Qiubai could say anything, Zhang Yuan suddenly laughed and put away his folding fan.

"That's nonsense!" Xiong Beiyuan frowned and said coldly.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Yuan calmly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and put it on the table. He said with a smile: "Yes, you didn't do anything sorry to Wei Guo, but your father-in-law took advantage of you." The powerful trade with distant countries and sell salt and iron secretly. Do you know that secretly selling the country's important weapons to the enemy is a capital crime that will destroy the nine tribes! You will not escape death!"

Xiong Beiyuan's expression changed when he heard this, and he quickly walked up to Zhang Yuan, picked up the paper, and looked down at it.

The more he looked, the paler his face became, and finally his face turned pale.

This piece of paper contained all evidence of his father-in-law's crimes. He could see at a glance that everything in it was true and there was no element of fraud.

"Listen to me, be my subordinate, and ensure that your whole family is fine." Zhang Yuan stood up, approached Xiong Beiyuan's ear, and whispered.

Hearing his words, Xiong Beiyuan's face immediately turned red, and then he glared at Zhang Yuan and said, "Impossible. Even if my family is confiscated and my clan is exterminated, I still can't betray the interests of the imperial court."

Of course he could know that this person must be harmful to the court, otherwise what would he do if he threatened a second-grade official?

"Hey... Mr. Xiong is really loyal, Zhang admires him." Zhang Yuan heard this, shook his head and sighed, then smiled: "But do you know that after you die, no one will know your loyalty.

Your whole family will be killed, and you have the reputation of having an affair with your brother's wife. You will probably be remembered like Zhao Wuqi, the son of the Marquis of the Northwest, and your name will last for thousands of years. "

Having said this, he shook his head and sighed, as if he had discovered something interesting.

"You..." Xiong Beiyuan's face was green and white. He naturally knew about Zhao Wuqi. The reason why Zhao Wuqi was remembered was because he did a stupid thing and smashed the eldest prince's head. Remembered for so long.

If what he and his sister-in-law did was recorded in history in the future, it would be infamy for eternity, and anyone might use it as a talking point.

Mo Qiubai's expression on the side became very strange. He had heard this incident from beginning to end, and he knew that Xiong Beiyuan was a truly loyal and patriotic person. And if this loyal and patriotic person was recorded in the history books as A person who betrays the country and has an affair with his brother or sister-in-law is really the most ridiculous person in the world.

At the same time, he felt a little chilly in his heart. This scholar is so poisonous!

"Master Xiong, you have to choose. Do you want your whole family to be killed and you still suffer stigma, or do you want to cooperate with me and get a lifetime of wealth?" Zhang Yuan sat down, took down a cup of tea, took a sip, and then said slowly .

Xiong Beiyuan gritted his teeth, feeling cold in his heart. Although the scholar spoke slowly, every word he said was like a needle pricking his heart.

"What do you want me to do?" he said in a trembling voice.

Hearing his words, Zhang Yuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's just a small thing. I hope you can advance the progress of the martial arts academy and make Mo Jiansheng the dean of the martial arts academy. You can just follow the above."

With that said, he took out another piece of paper from his sleeve and placed it on the table, then walked out with Mo Qiubai.

After waiting for them to leave, Xiong Beiyuan picked up the paper from the table and looked at the words on it, his expression changing constantly.

"What on earth are you going to do?" he whispered to himself.

This martial arts academy was recently proposed by an official to allow the imperial court to systematically train martial arts masters.

When the proposal came out, he thought it was a good thing, but now, he felt that this matter was entirely prepared for Mo Qiubai.

At this time, he also suddenly felt that the timing of Mo Qiubai's fame was too coincidental, and it happened to be in the capital.

This plan had actually started a long time ago, and he was just a pawn.

"Chess piece?" Xiong Beiyuan sneered, walked to the study room, and started writing quickly.

The things he did before would be gone as long as the person dies.

His brother can die, his sister-in-law can die, and as for his illegitimate son, it is indeed a pity, but if it blocks his future, he should die.

Moreover, he had no feelings for this illegitimate child.

As for what his father-in-law did, it would be easier to handle, but it is not impossible to erase the traces. After all, he has never participated in this matter. When the time comes, it will definitely be a meritorious achievement to kill relatives out of justice.

"You are still too young." Xiong Beiyuan murmured in a low voice while writing the letter.

At this time, his eyes were full of murderous intent. He had been working hard for most of his life and was about to become the Minister of War. How could he do such a stupid thing.

And while he was writing the letter, Zhang Yuan and Mo Qiubai had already walked to the courtyard of Xiong Mansion.

On the way, Mo Qiubai had a look of hesitation on his face, and then said hesitantly: "Mr. Zhang, I heard that my son once had a misunderstanding with you in Zetian Mansion?"

Hearing Mo Qiubai's words, Zhang Yuan was slightly startled, then seemed to think of something, shook his head and smiled: "Indeed, it is, but it's just a child's play. I don't take it to heart, and you don't need to take it to heart either. Come on, let this matter go."

When Mo Qiubai heard this, he felt relieved, and then said quickly: "Master Zhang, I will definitely obey your orders from now on."

He was scared to death just now. Although this scholar was an ordinary scholar, he had already fooled around a second-rank official in the court before he entered the court.

If he messed with this kind of person, he might not be able to sleep well.

However, he was relieved. This man was quite generous and did not continue to cause trouble for him.

"It doesn't have to be like this. We are actually just doing things for the young master. There is no need to be so open-minded between you and me." Zhang Yuan gently rubbed his thumb on the folding fan and whispered.