Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 20 What is the surname of the world (Four)

The next day, before dusk, Zhang Chong was in his house and looked at the sun outside the window from time to time, waiting for it to set.

No matter how calm he is in his daily life, he is still a little nervous when he is about to face such a big event.

He was about to assassinate, but Wang Mang, who was regent of the current dynasty and called "Fake Emperor".

Even though there is a fake character in front of the word "Emperor", it has been nearly three years since the change of Yuanjushe. Even if the people in the world are blind, they all know that he is a real and nameless emperor.

The only words "powerful in the court and the country" that are used to describe him seem a bit too pale.

And this time, if he can really kill him...

Zhang Chong's heart was pounding.

He picked up the cup and poured the water in the cup in big mouthfuls to barely suppress the tension in his heart.

He did not drink. At this time, he must not drink, in order to ensure absolute sobriety.

Zhang Chong carefully calculated again,

He had tried the poisonous wine with the dog in the house. In just a few drops, the dog roared wildly and fell to the ground and died.

The twenty-two dead soldiers had practiced countless times. Even if Wang Mang came, he would not bring too many guards. And these twenty-two people could have been one to ten. In addition, with the combined attack formation that had been performing for a long time, Zhang Chong believed that with their strength, it would be impossible to rush directly to Wang Mang's mansion and take his head.

But everything must be safer and more secure. After all, this is probably the only chance that Zhang Chong will kill him.

At dusk, Zhang Chong had already taken the butler and a group of servants to wait at the gate of his mansion early, preparing to welcome Wang Mang.

When the sun sets west, Zhang Chong finally saw a carriage slowly turning from the corner of the street and heading towards him.

But he couldn't believe his eyes.

There was no rushing and no rushing, no Qianqinjing followed. With Wang Mang's current identity, only one carriage came.

Even though he had no doubts about Zhang Chong's banquet, he should never be like this even for the most common trip.

Zhang Chong began to wonder.

Is it because Wang Mang is too confident or not taking his own safety at all?

While thinking about it, the carriage had already reached the door. Without thinking about it, Zhang Chong hurriedly took three steps at a time and walked forward.

The coachman jumped off the shaft, opened the car door, and a foot wearing ordinary cloth boots landed on the ground.

"I'm so polite to greet him at the door myself."

Wang Mang smiled faintly and bowed to Zhang Chong: "This is the son of Wang Yi, the general of the dynasty, Wang Mu. I wonder if Qimen Lang has ever seen him?"

As Wang Mang said, Wang Mu followed him out of the car, holding an ebony box about a foot square in his hand. Although Zhang Chong had never seen Wang Mu, he was still familiar with his father Wang Yi. Naturally, he had heard his name and bowed with a smile. However, the box he was holding in his hand made Zhang Chong a little confused.

The last person who walked out of the carriage made Zhang Chong frown slightly unconsciously.

It was a young man in black, thin and short. Although he had a pretty face, his expression was always indifferent. He neither spoke nor looked at Zhang Chong. He just followed Wang Mang tightly and followed him towards the house.

Wang Mang did not introduce him at all, as if this person did not exist. If he thought so, he should be a guardian.

Although Zhang Chong instinctively smelled a dangerous breath on this young man in black, he did not take it too seriously. What he was worried about was that Wang Mang would bring many guards, and if there were too many, how could he support it. But now there is only one person, no matter how good he is, it seems that there is no need to worry anymore.

Zhang Chong hurriedly followed Wang Mang and led him to walk into the house.

After entering the banquet hall, the guests and hosts were seated. Zhang Chong had a private banquet, so he did not invite any guests. There were two seats in the hall, only Zhang Chong sat on the east side, and Wang Mang and Wang Mu sat on the west side, but Han Zhuo had never sat on the seat and stood behind Wang Mang with his hands behind his back.

Before sitting down, Wang Mu made a strange move and placed the ebony box in his hand on the mat in front of Zhang Chong.

"Photograph the Emperor, what is in this box..."

Zhang Chong was a little surprised and couldn't help asking. However, before Wang Mang could speak, he was inconvenient to open it on his own. He only guessed in his mind what was in the ebony box.

"It is a gift to the Empress Dowager. But... don't worry about it for now, it's not time to open it." Wang Mang waved his hand with a smile, but the smile was full of deep meaning.

Although Zhang Chong was confused, he could only put this aside for the time being. Anyway, Wang Mang would be buried for a while, so it would not be too late to open it up until then.

Without waiting for Zhang Chong's order, the servants in the mansion had prepared the wine and food and served them to both sides. Wang Mang sat steadily on the table, looking at Zhang Chong with a smile, but did not say a word.

"Preface the Emperor, please give me all this wine first."

Zhang Chong picked up the wine glass in front of him, raised it high at Wang Mang, and then took the initiative to drink it all.

Wang Mang smiled and looked down at the wine glass in front of him. The wine in the glass was as clear as water.

"I think, let it go."

Wang Mang raised his head and smiled at Zhang Chong.

"Photo the Emperor...why is this?"

Putting down the wine glass, Zhang Chong's palm was slightly wet, suppressing the tension in his heart and looking at Wang Mang.

"The separate meal system... is indeed good. At least there is no need to make something like a erotic heart-turning pot." Wang Mang smiled and looked at Zhang Chong, who was separated from him, and said something that made everyone present confused.

"Okay." Wang Mang waved his hand gently, as if he was about to swing away what he had said: "Where is wine, there is no need to drink it. If Qimenlang has anything to say to me, then say it now. If there is nothing to say... it is better..."

Wang Mang looked outside the door and the screen on one side, leaned forward slightly, with a leisurely expression: "Why not, let the twenty-two people come up as soon as possible."

On the side of the wine glass in Wang Mang's hand, the clear wine turned into a thin line and landed on the ground in front of him.

Zhang Chong's expression suddenly became as dead as if dead.

Wang Mang...he knows!

He actually knew!
Chapter completed!