si-mexico Chapter 318 Deathly Disaster
Chapter 318 Deathly Disaster
Chen Shuo lay on the table, secretly observing the movements around him, feeling extremely anxious. He could not guess Lord Li's intentions, nor did he know what conspiracy was hidden behind this banquet.
But he knew in his heart that he must not let them set their sights on Chu Lingfeng no matter what.
If Chu Lingfeng gets angry, with his skills and background, he might be killed. How can he explain to the court then?
Just when Chen Shuo was full of worries, an unexpected situation happened.
Li Yuanhong, who was just chatting and laughing among the crowd, suddenly picked up the wine glass and poured one glass of wine after another into his mouth. His movements were very urgent, as if he was venting some emotions.
Everyone around him was stunned by his sudden action and didn't know what to do for a moment.
With a "bang", the wine glass in Li Yuanhong's hand fell heavily to the ground. He then fell forward and landed on the table with a "bang", unconscious.
The servant who had been serving nearby was so upset when he saw this that he hurried forward to check. After confirming that his master was drunk, he quickly apologized to everyone and hurriedly helped Li Yuanhong away.
After Li Yuanhong was taken away, Chen Shuo had an idea and felt that this was a good opportunity to get rid of He Weifeng.
So he tried even harder to pretend to be drunk, lying motionless on the table, mumbling vaguely from time to time.
Seeing this, He Weifeng poured him a few more glasses of wine, but Chen Shuo still didn't react, so he gave up unwillingly.
At this time, most of the people at the table were drunk, some were sleeping soundly on the table, and some were still talking nonsense in a daze.
In this carnival drinking party, He Weifeng, the most sober person, revealed a hint of cunning and complacency in his eyes.
He looked deeply at Chen Shuo, who was lying on the table as if fast asleep, and thought secretly in his heart.
While the other generals were still drinking, he quietly stood up and tiptoed out of the banquet.
He Weifeng has been busy on the island these days. Like a hound with a keen sense of smell, he has been asking around for news about Chu Lingfeng and Murong Ling'er.
Not only did he find out Chu Lingfeng's residence, he also learned that Murong Ling'er had saved General Chen, so she was arranged to be a military doctor.
These two people were like two thorns in his heart, making him unable to sleep or eat. He had always wanted to get rid of them. Last time he sent dozens of assassins, but not only did he fail, he almost lost his only son.
This time he only brought a few close guards to the island, and he knew in his heart that it would be almost impossible to kill the two of them directly.
Although he failed to kill Chu Lingfeng and Murong Ling'er, He Weifeng would not give up.
He turned his gaze to General Chen. Last time, with the help of the pirates, although General Chen's life was not directly taken, he was seriously injured.
He felt that General Chen was the biggest stumbling block to his control over Donghai Island. As long as he got rid of General Chen, Donghai Island would sooner or later fall under his control after Lord Li left.
Tonight, in He Weifeng's view, is a great opportunity. He is secretly excited, like a wolf about to hunt, exuding a dangerous aura.
If he missed this opportunity, there would probably not be such a good chance in the future. He had thought about killing Li Yuanhong and then putting the blame on Chu Lingfeng, but Li Yuanhong's identity was sensitive and he was a close minister of the emperor. If he was killed here, it would likely bring disaster upon himself.
At that time, not only would he not be able to gain any benefits, but if the matter was exposed, the He family would also be destroyed. After weighing the pros and cons, He Weifeng decided to settle for the second best and get rid of General Chen first.
He Weifeng hurried back to his residence while thinking about all sorts of things.
"Master." As soon as he entered the door, the inconspicuous servant brought by He Weifeng came to greet him.
This servant is usually taciturn. When he follows He Weifeng, he is like a transparent person and almost no one notices his existence.
But He Weifeng knew in his heart that although this servant looked ordinary, he was a master with extraordinary skills and meticulous mind, and was one of his confidants.
The servant glanced behind He Weifeng, and after confirming that no one was following him, he nodded slightly at He Weifeng.
The master and servant then gathered together and began to discuss in a low voice in the room. They lowered their voices very low, as if they were afraid that anyone outside would hear anything.
After a while, the door opened again, and the man who looked like a servant quietly walked out of the door. His figure flashed in the darkness, and he walked towards the military camp stealthily and covertly.
The moonlight shone on him, outlining a mysterious and dangerous silhouette, as if foreshadowing a storm about to erupt in this seemingly peaceful military camp on the East China Sea Island...
The night fell heavily on the military camp on Donghai Island. The moonlight tonight was particularly hazy, as if shrouded by a layer of gauze, adding a sense of mystery and weirdness to the entire military camp.
Chen Yue and a group of generals were drunk at the dinner. The noise of the banquet had long since dissipated, leaving only a mess after the drunkenness.
The atmosphere in the military camp became unusually relaxed. Even the soldiers who usually stood guard were made a little dazed by the lingering aroma of wine. There was a hint of confusion and fatigue in their eyes. They yawned from time to time, and their grip on the spears was not as tight.
Just when the guard was relaxed, a thin servant, like a nimble night cat, quietly emerged from the darkness of the military camp. He was wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes and a tattered hat on his head, which covered most of his face in shadow.
The servant's footsteps were extremely light, and each step felt like stepping on cotton, making almost no sound. His eyes flashed with vigilance in the darkness, like cold stars in the night sky, always paying attention to the movements around him.
Along the way, the servant cleverly used various obstacles in the military camp, such as piled up food and grass, parked carriages, etc., and successfully avoided the sight of patrolling soldiers time and time again.
His movements were skillful and agile, and he was obviously a veteran who was used to operating in the dark. After dodging wave after wave of patrolling soldiers, the servant finally slowly moved to the vicinity of the main tent.
At this time, it was late at night and everything was quiet. There were only two ordinary soldiers guarding outside the main tent.
The two soldiers also looked tired and yawned continuously. The torches in their hands swayed in the night wind, and the flickering light stretched their shadows long.
The servant hid behind a pile of wooden barrels not far away, quietly observing them, thinking to himself: It is indeed a bit tricky to sneak into the tent under the noses of these two people.
However, the servant was not panicked. He was patient. He just squatted quietly in the darkness, his eyes fixed on the movement at the door of the tent. His legs were gradually numb from squatting for a long time, but he still did not move, as tough as a rock.
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the opportunity he had been waiting for came - the guards in the tent began to change shifts.
The two men who were originally guarding the tent stretched, yawned, and walked towards the two soldiers coming towards them.
During the handover, several people chatted casually for a few words, their attention focused on each other.
In just a few moments, a brief blind spot appeared at the entrance of the main tent.
A gleam of light flashed in the servant's eyes, and at this critical moment, he flashed like a black gust of wind and rushed into the tent at lightning speed.
His speed was so fast that it was hardly noticeable, as if it was just a gentle breeze blowing past.
At the moment the servant rushed into the tent, the guards finished their shift and returned to their posts. They didn't notice at all that at that moment, a gust of wind blew past and a black shadow quietly sneaked into the tent.