Chapter 242: The prince also wants to take advantage of the fire?!
"Is there any other news?"
Feng Manxiu raised his eyebrows in confusion
"Stand up and say, I saw the Fengling Kingdom's grain protection officer rushing into the military camp in a mess!"
Jing Jing replied in a deep voice
Grain protection officer?!
"Is there something wrong with their food?!"
Feng Manxiu asked worriedly
Jing Jing shook her head gently
"The spy was just pretending to be a nearby mountaineer. I saw it by chance. I didn't know what was going on. The Murong Gongzi's military camp was very cautious, so it was difficult for the spy to get in!"
Listening to this news, Feng Manxiu's face couldn't help but feel a little worried.
"Send a message to the spy and ask him to pay close attention to the situation on Qingluanhou and notify him immediately when there is any news!"
"yes!"
Jing Jing agreed and turned around and left the study room
Feng Manxiu fell into deep thought
How important is food and grass for marching and fighting
That little thing, did she have a good idea?!
He grabbed a pomegranate from the table and played with it. Looking at the pomegranate in his hand, he couldn't help but think of the scene of seeing Murong Wushuang for the first time.
He squeezed the pomegranate tightly, and he stood up straight from the chair, pushed open the door, jumped up, and rushed out of the garrison palace.
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On the ridge
The autumn wind is very strong
Looking at the Dongguan Fortress in the twilight in the distance, Murong Wushuang's eyebrows couldn't hide his sorrow.
It's been a day, and there are no good plans yet
What should she do? Should she really show her secret in front of everyone?!
Notice the strange fluctuations of the wind element, she suddenly hooked her fingers and quickly turned around and looked in the direction where the fluctuation came.
"Don't be nervous, it's me!"
Before she could turn around, her ears had already captured the familiar, lazy voice.
The wind fills the sleeves?!
Murong Wushuang immediately recognized the person based on his voice
It was him, and Murong Wushuang's fingers slowly drooped
Turning around, looking at Feng Manshe who stopped under the huge rock not far away in front of her, she shrugged gently
"What, the prince wants to take advantage of the situation?!"
ps: The fifteenth update completed the North fingers so sore, I won’t say much, rest, everyone has a happy weekend, see you tomorrow~~~