"Didn't Commander Zong transport war supplies in the southern border?" Feng Qianbai raised his head, leaned his back on the chair, and slowly tapped the table with his middle finger: "Why did he suddenly turn back?"

"People! Late last night, the War Council passed a discussion and decided to let Commander Zong first ensure the supply of supplies on the island. So the order was issued in the early morning, and the Invincible began to return."

A man wearing a gray robe stood up and held a document, and walked to Feng Qianbai: "We are afraid of disturbing the Lord of the Pavilion, you should rest. After the War Council discusses, he will decide to inform you again during the day."

"Oh? I'm afraid it's not a rebellion?"

Feng Qianbai took the meeting minutes and asked with a smile.

Many people's faces changed drastically after this question.

But quickly concealed.

In the old world, it is not difficult to do what you like but not how to behave.

"The Lord of the Pavilion was joking."

The man in gray robe who delivered the documents instantly turned pale and his palms were covered in sweat.

He is closest to Feng Qianbai, with the greatest pressure and the most frightened.

And the people around the round table were thinking about what they should do if the matter was exposed.

The only fate of the traitor is death.

As for the way of death, they were so terrifying that they could not imagine it.

"I'm just kidding." Feng Qianbai carried the document and read it carefully.

While looking at the meeting minutes above, he spoke, "You are still working late at night, thank you for your hard work."

Hearing this sentence, the people present felt relieved.

"It should be. We are committed to our efforts, fearing that we will let down the expectations of the Pavilion Master."

"Fighter planes are changing rapidly, and the War Council should be on duty day and night, and dare not delay the fighter planes."

Several elders of the War Council hurriedly expressed their loyalty.

Many people have a relaxed expression on their faces.

It's completely opposite to the nervous look just now.

A false alarm.

"I have read the meeting minutes, and your worries are completely fine. But since Zong Qi has returned to Qianliu Island, he might as well let him in."

Feng Qianbai closed the document and looked at everyone in front of him: "The war in the southern border lasted for a year. At noon, I will hold a banquet to entertain you and Commander Zong. My colleagues, thank you for your hard work!"

After saying that, he stood up and bowed deeply.

"The Lord of the Pavilion has been thousands of years!"

The elders stood up straight and bowed to the salute.

"After meeting!"

Feng Qianbai nodded slightly, tidied up his clothes and strode away from the foreign building.

Come and go like the wind.

The elders of Lingyan Pavilion have long been accustomed to this decisive and decisive style.

"Master Fan, Master Liu, Elder Zhao, you three stay. The rest will be separated!"

At the round table, a white-haired old man had just finished speaking, and no one else left his seat.

There were only four people left in the empty hall.

"Where is the preparation right there?"

The old man who spoke was named Wen Ming, who was the commander-in-chief of the Lingyan Pavilion War Council.

The role of the War Parliament is to coordinate the foreign war between Lingyan Pavilion.

All forces including sea, land and air must participate in the war under the dispatch of the War Council.

"I received the news that there were many dead soldiers on Commander Zong's ship. And the marshal also came together to help us kill Feng Qianbai!"

Zhao Changkong gently wiped his neck with his hand: "It's all under control."

"Feng Qianbai's words just now really scared me." Wen Ming took out a handkerchief from his arms, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled: "Fortunately, he didn't notice it. If the fight really starts, the situation will inevitably be out of control."

Qianliu Island is the headquarters of Lingyan Pavilion, and there are many people who are loyal to Feng Qianbai.

Even though Wen Ming and some of his gangsters chose to rebel, many powerful people on the island were still loyal to Feng Qianbai.

If you really want to launch a coup, you must wait for Zong Qi and Marshal and others to land on Qianliu Island before you can make an appointment.

"But when Feng Qianbai dies, who will be the new pavilion master?" Zhao Changkong looked at Wen Ming and said a little dissatisfied: "The Marshal was vague and clearly wanted to shirk responsibility. The change of the owner of the Lingyan Pavilion is the greatest benefit to Shenhan! But at this critical moment, he didn't even dare to show his position!"

"Yes! Commander Wen is the best candidate for the Pavilion Master! But it seems that the marshal seems to be more inclined to Zong Qi. Regarding the position in the Pavilion, although Zong Qi is a naval general, he still has to obey Mr. Wen's command?" Fan Li, as the head of Mingtang, is a disciple of Wen Ming.

Since joining Lingyan Pavilion, he has joined Wen Ming's sect.

Mingtang is not external, but only responsible for moving the island security.

It can be said that most of the garrison forces on the island were mobilized by Fan Li.

"Zong Qi is just a navy after all. To overthrow Feng Qianbai, you must rely on the power of the island. Since you all support me, is there any suspense in the end? I don't care about him, what kind of marshals and what kind of zong Qi! When Feng Qianbai is killed, I will kill them all!"

Wen Ming narrowed his eyes and his murderous aura was soaring into the sky.

One general succeeds and thousands of bones are woven.

If you want to sit in the position of the Lord of Lingyan Pavilion, you must kill him.

No mercy.

"Master Liu, why don't you say anything?"

After Wen Ming relieved his emotions, he looked at Liu Yimao.

"I'm following Wen's command. I'll do whatever you ask me to do." Liu Yimao smiled and was taciturn.

"Old Mao, are you a little scared because of being overly nervous?" Fan Li patted Liu Yimao's shoulder and joked: "Only, I'm rebelling for the first time."

"Hehe." Liu Yimao did not speak, but lowered his head and kept fiddling with his fingers.

"To be honest, I recently met a Mr. Li. This man was Beihai's son-in-law and had a secret letter to me, intending to help me replace Feng Qianbai." Wen Ming took out a letter from his arms and slapped it on the table: "Beihai wants to establish his authority and want to take Shenhan's surgery, so he wants to reach an alliance with me, Lingyan Pavilion."

"Then you mean..."

When Fan Li heard the four words "The Prince Consort of Beihai", he kept swaying his legs and crossed his legs instantly stopped.

"Of course I will not cooperate with anyone. But I have already replied, asking the Beihai Fleet and Shenhan to fight to the sea. And we will reap the benefits of the fisherman." Wen Ming pushed the letter to the three of them: "Once Zong Qi takes action, we will act as planned."

After saying that, he stood up and strode away from the conference room.

Only the three silent people were left.

"Remember to destroy."

Fan Li did not touch the letter, but stood up and left.

"Don't leave evidence."

Zhao Changkong also reminded him to leave with great worries.

Sla!

After the two left, Liu Yimao tore the envelope apart and rolled it into a piece of paper.

After ignite, pour the ashes into the trash can.

at the same time!

Outside Qianliu Island, fifty nautical miles.

There is a row of warships.

The largest warship is hung with the golden dragon flag!

The symbol of the North Sea!

On the deck, three people stood.

Two men and one woman.

One of the men and one of the women was wearing masks.

Very eye-catching.

"Ye Fairy, we will finally see the Crazy Dragon again when we go to Lingyan Pavilion." Ji Huaian was wearing a golden mask and said with a little excited tone: "I haven't seen you for a long time, I really miss Crazy Dragon a little."

"So I." Lan Qianmeng, who was also wearing a mask, echoed on the side.

The two looked at the sea and felt a lot of emotion.

"Remember, his identity is now the prince consort of Beihai, the king of Zhennan, the wizard of the country, the commander of the imperial guards, the right prime minister and the general, and the commander of the navy of Beihai Royal Court - Li Xilou. If the word "Crazy Dragon" is heard in others' ears, you know the consequences."

The Night Fairy disguised as a man was wearing North Sea Navy armor, holding a glass in her hand.
Chapter completed!