Lu Zheng's body was hanging in the air, feeling like a lonely boat in the huge waves. Song Wensong was extremely brave and powerful, and he was the most powerful general in the northwest. Facing this kind of monster, Lu Zheng had room for resistance?

Is Lu Zheng afraid? He is really afraid, because this is not a scheming, but life and death are just a matter of thought. In this situation, any advantage of the lips and tongue is pale and powerless. This feeling makes Lu Zheng feel very uncomfortable!

But Lu Zheng's heart was different from ordinary people after all. His thoughts turned around and he thought that there must be someone behind Song San, and the biggest possibility was that his opponent came from the capital.

In the capital, the one Lu Zheng was in evil was Dai Gao. As for the Qin Palace, His Highness, the King of Qin, was too busy to take care of himself at this moment, so how could he have the intention to deal with Lu Zheng?

Lu Zheng thought of Dai Gao, thought about what happened to the Zhang family, and his heart was instantly at a loss. It would be too simple if Dai Gao wanted to kill Lu Zheng. He wanted to make such a big turn and just wanted to use Song San to calm himself down. If he was so cowardly today, I was afraid that it would be difficult for him to raise his head for more than a year.

"San Gongzi Song, if everything in this world can be solved through fists and force, I'm afraid you won't have such a difficult life in the northwest!

I can lure you to Liangzhou with my little tricks. This is enough to show that you are facing a dead end, and you are so anxious that you are seeking medical treatment. The nobles in the capital must not want you to kill me. Hehe, now everyone is a person who has seen the world. Do you expect that by intimidation, I can scare me to the ground like Lord Wang, kneel down and beg for mercy at you?"

Lu Zheng said word by word. Although he was very afraid, he remained calm on his face, his tone was neither too fast nor too slow, and he did not realize he was being picked up at all.

Song Wensong said "Huh", put Lu Zheng down, and smiled foolishly: "I didn't expect that you are a little brave, but hehe, the nobles in the capital are nothing in my eyes. He gave me your bottom, but I don't need to listen to his orders and breathe. If you just end here, I'm afraid you won't escape this disaster today!"

Song Wensong seemed to have softened his attitude, but Lu Zheng was even more alert, because if Song Wensong was just a martial artist, Lu Zheng would not have much effort to deal with him.

But when Song Wensong spoke casually, he knew that this person was very scheming. From the moment he broke into the county government, what he did seemed absurd at first glance, but in fact every step had a purpose. It seemed vulgar and frigid, but in fact it was simple and direct, at least it would calm everyone down.

If Song Wensong has this identity, he needs to have actions that match his identity. Such a person with outstanding force and good brains is not easy to pass on.

These thoughts flashed through Lu Zheng's mind instantly. He laughed, carried his hands on his back, and looked around and said, "Everyone, let's not be so lively. I will talk to Mr. Song in private. Can you avoid anyone who has nothing to do with me?"

After Lu Zheng said this, everyone else in the room was a little confused and angry, especially the thin scholar who came with Song Wensong. He said briskly: "Lord Lu is such a big show, he even thinks that I am annoying. You don't even look at this occasion..."

Lu Zheng glanced at him sideways and just sneered. Song Wensong coughed gently, stopped this person's words, then waved his hand and signaled the others to retreat.

All the others retreated, and there were only Lu Zheng and Song Wensong in the county government. Song Wensong narrowed his eyes and stared at Lu Zheng. The fat on his face was piled up, and there was only a gap in his eyes. He didn't speak, but stared at Lu Zheng that way, as if waiting for Lu Zheng to speak.

Lu Zheng didn't speak, pursed his lips, and the two fell into silence. In silence, they were both looking at each other. Such silence was a more difficult confrontation because it was not easy to figure it out in the opponent's heart.

Lu Zheng is not an easy person. Song Wensong is both literary and martial, nor is he a good person. How can this situation be broken? I don’t know how long it took, Lu Zheng took out a stack of things from his sleeve without the breath of fireworks, gently placed it in front of him, and then leisurely pushed it to Song Wensong.

Song Wensong frowned, and then his pupils suddenly closed. He grabbed the stack of things with his hands. The fat on his face trembled gently, and even his breathing became rapid.

"You...where did you come from these?" Song Wensong said coldly.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Lu Zheng's mouth and said, "The third young master doesn't like the benefits of words, and I don't like it either! This is a hundred thousand taels of silver, all of which are the silver notes of Fusheng. The third young master can exchange these silver notes at any time with them. With this silver, the third young master will not worry about military pay for at least one month."

Song Wensong looked up at Lu Zheng and said, "Do you want to use these money to buy me? Let me spare you?"

Lu Zheng laughed and said, "What's wrong? Do you don't like silver? Then give it to me?" Lu Zheng reached out to get the silver notes back. Song Wensong immediately took his hand back. He grinned again, his smile was much softer than before:

"Well, you look a little more pleasing than before!"

Lu Zheng sneered: "I am still me, it's all the credit for money! The third young master is extremely brave and wise. He holds the tiger hunting camp in his hand, wins every battle, and makes countless military achievements on the battlefield.

However, the third son is just a concubine's son. The Song family is very afraid of the young master, especially the young master's two brothers and uncle, who will be restrained everywhere. If the third son can tolerate and be a general who is willing to be a war, this matter can actually be resolved.

What a pity, ambition is the most seductive thing. The third young master is unwilling to live in the hearts of the people if he wants to accomplish something! It is difficult, and it is difficult! If all things in this world can be solved by fighting, killing, the third young master may have become His Majesty the Emperor. Is that right?”

Song Wensong raised his eyebrows, raised his lips, and said in a stern manner: "You gave birth to a sharp mouth! But I will not be moved by words easily!"

Lu Zheng laughed and said, "I think the third young master misunderstood! I, Lu Zheng, came to the northwest and worked as a short-term worker, and I have no interest in the competition in the northwest!

Besides, in the northwest, the size of a piece of slap is just three walnuts and two dates. How much fun is it? I just remind the third young master that your difficulties can be unified, that is, lack of money and money.

My 100,000 taels of silver can help you solve your urgent needs, so you feel like you look at me a lot. What if I can give you million taels of silver, tens of millions of silver? Haha, this white silver can take away all your worries, allowing you to be unscrupulous from now on, do your own thing, and traverse the northwest, and I am the best in the world! Haha..."

Lu Zheng stood up and laughed, continuing, "Money can make the devil push the mill. You, Song Wensong, are the three armies, are very scheming, but you can't compare with silver and magic! You can't bring out powerful soldiers with hundreds of battles in vernacular words. How can you let the soldiers use their lives without hands?"

Song Wensong slowly approached Lu Zheng with a fat face. At this moment, his eyes were completely opened, he stared at Lu Zheng tightly, and said word by word: "You are serious about what you said?"

Lu Zheng shook his head and said, "Of course it's fake. What does your ambition of Mr. Song have to do with me? I have so much money, so why should I give it to Mr. Song?

I will give you 100,000 taels. How much do you want? You said that you don’t like to show off your verbal benefits the most. Do you think that the white money is so easy to get? You can be so arrogant in the county government, yell a few times, and scare people at your fingertips?

There is no free lunch in the world. Mr. Song understands this principle better than me. Do you think?"

Song Wensong's eyes flashed, and murderous intent appeared instantly. His fist, which was as big as a vinegar bowl, squeezed it tightly, making a crackling sound.

He said, "Lu Zheng, do you really think I dare not kill you?"

Lu Zheng smiled, his eyebrows bent, his smile was innocent and kind, and his expression was even more free and easy. He said quietly: "I am a little similar to the third young master, that is, I don't like people who show off their verbal skills!"

Song Wensong was stunned for a moment, his fat face turned red, and he suddenly stood up. Lu Zheng looked up at him. The two of them were tall and short, fat and thin, and they were literary and martial. They looked at each other, and they did not retreat.

After all, Song Wensong took a step back, laughed loudly, and said, "Okay, your surname is Lu. I, Song Wensong, admit defeat today. The grudge between you and me is enough for this hundred thousand taels of silver. The nobles in the capital originally asked me to kill you. It's not that I don't do it, but that money can make the devil push the mill, and I can't do it, haha..."

Song Wensong laughed loudly, suddenly turned around and slapped the county government case. The thick and solid pear wood case instantly collapsed under his slap, and the room was filled with wood chips. Just imagine if this palm was slapped on Lu Zheng, Lu Zheng's skeleton would have to collapse on the spot.

"This dog-dog-dog-dog-no-deserve is not worthy of being this county lord. No wonder Lord Lu can occupy the magpie's nest. Haha, I admire you, admire you! I, Song Wensong, have learned about it today!" After Song Wensong said that, he walked out the door with his soldiers. Seeing that they were all wild, they were all old soldiers in battle.

"The team is over! Let's find a better restaurant. Today we will open our food and drink, eat and drink well, and go to Kaner River overnight!" Song Wensong said loudly.

A follower had already led him a big red horse. He jumped up and waved proudly. The soldiers and soldiers all applauded. In an instant, the pair of people left without a trace, leaving only the mess of Shatian County.

Wang Wenyuan was so scared that Lu Zheng asked someone to help Wang Wenyuan to Houya and said, "Mr. Wang, Song Wensong has left, please breathe a sigh of relief!"

Wang Wenyuan stared at Lu Zheng with an extremely complicated expression. After a long time, he said, "Lord Lu, this small pond in Shatian County is too small. Lord Lu is here to stay with Qucai!"
Chapter completed!