Mu Yunhan also has this plan. When this matter comes to an end, she should go back to deal with it and make some preparations.
She had to try to contact Gu Fenglin, find out what he wanted to do, and then try her best to cooperate with him.
In a blink of an eye, it got dark.
There is no wind, no moon, no stars tonight, and there is total darkness between heaven and earth.
A group of about five young and strong men reined in their horses and stopped on the plain, looking up at the monster-like walls of the capital city.
"Brother Ten, when should we go in?"
The speaker was a young man who was only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he was so big and round that he could kill a horse with one punch.
He was the fifteenth in the Meng family and joined the army at the age of fourteen. He had already made numerous military exploits at a young age.
But at that time, he was following General Meng Wu, and now he is following Meng Jia. He doesn't care about whether he is divided into sects or not. He will obey whoever is the most powerful.
The remaining people are all descendants of the Meng clan, or the confidants left behind by General Meng Wu. They are all capable, brave and trustworthy.
Meng Jia waited for a while before answering Meng Shiwu's words: "Don't worry, we have come all the way here, and it is worthwhile to get some benefits. If you rush in in a hurry, there will be no good ending."
He turned back to look at an uncle from the clan: "Uncle Eighteen, I remember that our family has a village near here. Let's hide there for a few days and try to get in touch with the family."
Several people guarded Meng Jia in the middle and rushed towards Zhuangzi in silence.
It was nearly three o'clock, and the lights in the village had long been turned off, so quiet.
As soon as he got close, the guard dog started barking.
Meng Shishi was impatient and shot out a stone, hitting the dog's mouth. The dog screamed and did not dare to bark anymore.
Then, someone picked up a lantern and whispered through the door: "Who is it?"
Meng Shishi heard the voice of the person coming and immediately shouted: "Uncle Gen, it's me, Xiao Shishi."
The door opened with a creak, and Zhuangtou couldn't help being happy. He stuck his head out and looked out, and happened to see Meng Jia standing in the shadow.
His legs softened and he knelt down: "You finally came back safely."
Not surprised at all.
Meng Jia calmly exchanged glances with his entourage, did not go in immediately, and said calmly: "Who is coming?"
Zhuangtou stood up and whispered: "People from the Lin family came here during the day. They said that you would definitely come here and had something important to report, so they stayed here."
Just as he was talking, he saw a middle-aged man hurriedly walked out with two followers, saluting: "Brother-in-law."
It is none other than Uncle Lin himself.
Meng Jia glanced around and saw the white cloth belt tied around his waist. Without asking any questions, he returned the gift and strode into Zhuangzi.
Before he could sit down, Uncle Lin burst out crying: "You want to avenge Mi'er. Mi'er died miserably..."
Meng Jia was a little surprised, frowned and stared at Uncle Lin, and said in a deep voice: "What did you say? What happened to Lin Mi?"
He was originally just a young man, nearly twenty years younger than Uncle Lin.
Ordinarily, Uncle Lin has been in the officialdom for a long time and has a lot of lives on his hands, so he shouldn't be afraid of Meng Jia.
But at this moment, when he saw the look in Meng Jia's eyes, he was really timid. Compared with the Meng Jia before leaving the capital, the Meng Jia in front of him had become a real man.
He is not angry but powerful, calm and composed, but with just a glance, he is as sharp and cold as a sharp blade, full of oppression.
This man must have killed a lot of people... Uncle Lin was thinking wildly and said, "Mi'er is dead."