461: Work hard to complete KPI (forty-one) [asking for monthly votes]
"Doubt...not really..."
Although Lin Feng's face was immature and she was no match for him, the mysterious scribe looked at her with blood splattered all over her body and still smiled calmly. Coupled with the environmental bonus, he was actually a little afraid. Tsk, I am really getting better and better...
He was actually shocked by this young man.
but--
The mysterious scribe turned his attention to the head in Lin Feng's hand and asked, "Who did Xiaolang call this person just now..."
He somewhat suspected that he was hallucinating.
"The Twelve Princes of Shiwu."
Lin Feng lifted his head and looked at it carefully. It must be said that he looked more pleasing to the eye when he died than when he was alive.
Mysterious scribe: "..."
He was stunned by the sudden explosion of thunder.
"... Shiwu's... twelfth prince, isn't that the direct descendant of Queen Shiwu?" The old man felt his heart was a little unbearable. He had previously accepted Yan Xingning's life-saving grace and was entrusted by him to come to Shiwu to do something.
things and plan the ending for them.
I have to admit that Yan Xingning’s chess game is huge.
The fundamental purpose was to instigate Shiwu to fight among themselves and gain valuable time. By coincidence, the princes under King Shiwu came of age one after another, came into contact with government affairs, and their ambitions sprouted. Their interests were in conflict with the faction of the Queen who controlled nearly half of Shiwu's troops.
There were inevitably fierce battles between them.
The prince has not yet been decided, so it is a good time.
For this reason, the mysterious scribe tried his best to secretly approach an inconspicuous but powerful man in Su Shiyilu's tent. In order to let this reckless man win Su Shiyilu's trust and become his own microphone, he
No less effort.
But he also knew one thing in his heart.
There are two factions, and the Queen's faction has the advantage.
Their roots in Shiwu are so deep!
However, if the most critical person can be killed, and then the accusation can be framed on the other princes of Shiwu, no one can escape from this internal fight easily! This character is naturally closely protected by the Queen and the others.
The second prince.
The only chance to take action against this son——
This is the time during this coming-of-age ceremony when your defenses are at their weakest.
Even so, the mysterious scribe couldn't do anything about it.
I never expected it——
In his eyes, the target was too difficult to assassinate. At this moment, the corpse was separated, and the head was held in the hands of the young man in front of him.
Lin Feng suppressed his smile.
He seemed to be pondering how this person knew.
Then I thought about it, which foreign scribe who has the courage to wander around Shiwu doesn't have two brushes in his hand? It's common sense to find out the basic information about Shiwu Royal Court. Lin Feng nodded and replied: "Well, it's this guy
little Prince."
The mysterious scribe asked again: "Have you been chasing him?"
Lin Feng smiled and said: "Of course."
The mysterious scribe secretly wondered about Lin Feng's identity.
At the top of the cliff just now, the guards called him "Master Lin". He had a vague guess in his mind, but he was not sure. After suppressing many doubts, he looked at the corpse on the ground and asked: "Little Lang, are you ready?"
What to do with this headless body?”
Lin Feng asked back: "You want it?"
"If Xiaolang is willing to give up his love..."
Lin Feng said: "It's up to you, sir."
Without the help of this scribe, the target might have escaped, and someone else would have a share of the credit. She only wanted to hand over the head to her teacher Chu Yao, and leave the body as she pleased. Upon hearing this, the mysterious scribe arched his hands and solemnly said: "Young man is so generous.
"
The next step is how to get up there.
It's easy to jump down, but not easy to climb up. Fortunately, there are ten soy sauce guards on the top of the cliff who can come in handy.
Seeing the head in Lin Feng's hand and Chief Lin smiling like a spring breeze, all the guards were overjoyed. They all clasped their fists and said, "Congratulations to Chief Lin, congratulations to Chief Lin!" Those with the sharpest eyesight among them took it directly.
Special wooden box in travel bag.
This box has a certain anti-corrosion function.
Lin Feng carefully put the head in.
Look left, look right.
He said: "Find some salt and put it on it to make it taste better."
Mysterious scribe: "..."
This is supposed to be pickled vegetables...
At this time, Xiao Lang turned around and asked him.
"Sir, would you like some?"
The mysterious scribe twitched his lips and shook his head: "No need."
Wenxin scribes have many means to keep objects from decaying in a short period of time. In addition, in the cold winter months, the decay rate is even slower. If Queen Shiwu receives a headless corpse of her son that has been pickled with salt, she will feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.
commit a sin.
Lin Feng finally got over an inner demon.
Just when I was having a headache about how to get rid of the mysterious scribe and return to the camp, he took the initiative to submit his resignation. Presuming that there was another important thing to do, he asked Lin Feng and the others for a few days of dry food and water, and then disappeared on horseback into the sky.
The broken wilderness.
The forest wind is facing the rising sun, full of high spirits.
"Let's go back to the lord to receive the reward!"
Regarding the news about the success of Lin Feng's mission, Shen Tang knew it before dawn. The army had been marching at night and resting during the day. When the twelfth prince was killed, the sparrow head he possessed was fighting with the soldiers he was close to.
fiery.
While we were talking, the bird's head fell down without any warning.
Soldiers gathered nearby.
I thought that Sparrow Tou was feeling unwell, and I was about to take him to the military doctor to prescribe some medicine. Unexpectedly, when I touched his skin, it was as cold as a dead person. I checked my nose again and touched my chest. There was no breathing or heartbeat.
Dead...dead?
The soldiers immediately passed the news to Xu Quan.
"Captain Xu, it's not good."
Xu Quan was reading the book of war, fascinated.
Hearing this loud voice, I wanted to give him a kick.
"What are you yelling about?"
"That birdhead is dead!"
Xu Quan didn't react at first.
After thinking about it, he sat up straight: "Is Sparrow Head dead?"
When the soldiers explained the whole process clearly, Xu Quan thought of something and his face was filled with ecstasy. He clapped the rolled-up book of war directly into the palm of his hand and laughed: "Okay, okay, Sister Lingde is amazing! You move the body over quickly, and then
I’m going to see my lord!”
There was no damage to Quetou's body but he suddenly "died". There are basically only two possibilities - one is that someone forcibly awakened the real body; the other is that the real body was killed by someone!
Xu Quan is more inclined to the second possibility!
"Lord, good news! Great news!"
Shen Tang put away the military affairs slip in his hand.
"What good news?"
Xu Quan said: "Ling De has come true!"
Shen Tang paused and his eyes lit up: "Seriously?"
"It shouldn't be wrong!"
Xu Quan recounted what happened.
Shen Tang pondered: "Although the second one may have a stronger personality, we cannot rule out the first one. If successful, Lingde will be able to return to camp in the near future. We will send people back to meet her, and Shiwu is increasingly deploying troops. Frequent, I should be more careful..."
When the news of the death of the Twelve Princes reaches Shiwu Royal Court, it will inevitably set off a political storm, which may make Shiwu temporarily give up the idea of attacking Yonggu Pass.
But, her intuition told her.
Things won't end so easily.
These will cause headaches in the future.
Right now——
"When Lingde comes back, let her take care of her."
Celebrate that she can finally take charge of herself.
Different from Shen Tang's relief that "I have a daughter in my family," Queen Shiwu had an extremely terrifying nightmare in the latter half of the night. In the dream, her heart and liver were covered in blood, and there was a hideous scar on her neck. His face was ferocious, with red streaks spreading across his face.
He said nothing, silently weeping two strands of blood and tears.
The queen tried her best to catch up with him.
However, the figure walked further and further away.
Finally, she woke up with a scream.
"My son, my son——"
The maid stepped forward to hold the lamp.
"Is this actually a nightmare..."
She said this, but the strong foreboding feeling kept her from sleeping, and she tossed and turned until dawn.