When Yinzhen was thinking about how to deploy troops tomorrow, the doorman came to inform him that Hecun had arrived.

Yinzhen did not hesitate and directly ordered the doorman to let him in.

Wanyan Hecun was a young man in his early twenties. He had been practicing martial arts since he was young, and had a well-proportioned and strong physique. He was considered a young talent in Kyoto.

But when Yinzhen saw Hecun again, his face suddenly darkened.

There was no other reason. The He Cun at this moment was very different from the He Cun in his memory, even... completely different.

As soon as He Cun walked into the room, he saw Shen Chang sitting next to Yinzhen, and his eyes suddenly became alert.

He and Shen Chang had always been at odds, and he was afraid that Shen Chang would speak ill of him in front of Yinzhen.

"This servant pays homage to Lord Beile."

He Cun's thoughts turned for a few times, and in the end he just glared at Shen Chang secretly, and finally knelt down obediently to salute Yinzhen.

Yinzhen: "Get up."

“Yeah.”

After He Cun stood up, he glanced at the empty bowl on the table.

"Why didn't you inform me beforehand that you were coming? I could have asked the servants to prepare some food and wine..."

He wanted to say a few nice words to get closer to Yinzhen, but he was interrupted by Yinzhen before he could finish.

"I came here in a hurry. Even Shen Chang was called over after I arrived."

Looking at Hecun's much thinner figure, Yinzhen suddenly felt fortunate. When he delivered the message to the port a month ago, he thought that Shenchang was very good at checking accounts, so he specifically asked Shenchang to investigate the matter instead of Wanyan Hecun.

Otherwise, his trip today would have been in vain.

Hearing this, He Cun'e's expression changed for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.

"No wonder, it turns out that Lord Shen was summoned by the Lord. I said that I rushed here as soon as I received the news, but I was actually one step slower than Lord Shen."

He felt a little dissatisfied.

He was born into a Manchu noble family, while Shen Chang was just a Han Chinese pariah. Being on equal footing with him was already something that made him extremely uncomfortable, and now...

This untouchable is actually more valued by the Fourth Prince than him!

The arrogant He Cun found it hard to accept.

Yinzhen heard the dissatisfaction in his words, but did not care. He just turned and asked,

"Why have you lost so much weight? And you look listless? Did you do something you shouldn't have done behind my back?"

"How is that possible?!"

Hearing Yinzhen's question, Hecun retorted sharply, and directly fixed his eyes on Shenchang, with a murderous look on his face.

"You know my temper best. Did some villain say something to you?"

Shen Chang: “…”

God bless him, he didn't dare to say anything.

No, is there something wrong with He Cun's brain?

Seeing He Cun was about to rush up and fight Shen Chang to the death, Yin Zhen shouted directly,

"That's enough! It has nothing to do with Shen Chang!"

"Master..."

He Cun shifted his gaze to Yinzhen upon hearing this. He was extremely dissatisfied in his heart, but before he could say anything, he heard Yinzhen say,

"Have you ever looked in the mirror?"

He Cun was stunned, not understanding why Yinzhen suddenly asked this.

"When I saw you half a year ago, your face was rosy and your breath was vigorous. What about now? Your steps are unsteady, your face is shriveled, and there are dark circles under your eyes. Why do you think I should ask you if you have done anything wrong?"

As Yinzhen said this, he suddenly stood up, swung his fist, and hit Hecun in the stomach.

"puff……"

"Bang!"

As expected, He Cun did not resist, or rather, his reaction ability could not keep up with Yinzhen's fist.

Yinzhen looked at Hecun lying on the ground, his face flushed with anger.

"You can't even dodge my fist now, and you still have the nerve to blame others for your mistakes!"

His horse archery skill was considered weak among the Manchus. If it were half a year ago, even if He Cun had doubts and did not dare to resist, he would not have been knocked to the ground by his punch.

On the other side, Baoli was also worried about Yinzhen's arrival.

Because tomorrow is the time to receive a new batch of goods. He has been doing this business for more than a year, but he is a little scared every time he receives it.

After all, the quota for opium is only sixty boxes per year, and what they receive now is all smuggled.

If his superiors find out, he, the person in charge, will not be able to escape the blame no matter how he tries to argue.