There was not much movement outside, no one shouted or yelled, and the running was fast and restrained, like a heavy rain.
The rain soon passed and the night became peaceful again.
Yuanji stood indoors, still on guard.
Fang Er walked in: "Two people have left here, and everyone is tracing them."
"It's the person An Xiaoshun brought here," Li Ming said, patting the woman's arm gently to comfort him, and smiled, "It's quite smart. If we do it again after one exploration, we might have a better chance."
Just now, a person has approached the house here. This is a failure of vigilance.
Yuanji's face looked very ugly.
This is the first time this has happened.
Li Minglou smiled and comforted: "This is not a dereliction of duty. Our people are all great, and other people can be great too. You can't think that you are at fault just because others are great. Besides, we still found out if he wasn't."
Like the governor, the young lady is tolerant and considerate to those around her and never criticizes harshly. Yuanji's face softened: "They are too rampant, don't keep them."
Li Minglou thought for a while and stopped: "Just let them leave here. We want him to know that we are very powerful, but we don't want to break up with him."
Yuanji smiled slightly: "Then Little Governor An will be in trouble."
Li Minglou blinked: "We will just sit and wait until the soldiers come to cover up the water and soil to stop the movement."
Yuanji opened the covered map again, and continued what he had just said: "The Governor and the others are here now. There is a thousand-year-old spring there, and they are preparing to collect the spring water to make wine and send it to Your Majesty."
Making wine takes time. The child's whim was to express respect for the emperor. Who can blame him? Li Minglou smiled.
Jin Jue took the woman and gently walked to the hall on the other side.
Although Fang Er said that the person had left, Jin Jue was still cautious not to go out to eat roasted chestnuts.
"Bring in the charcoal fire and chestnuts, let's roast them here." She discussed with the woman, then looked at Li Minglou and Yuan Ji who were talking on the other side, and lowered her voice, "Let's roast them more carefully, and the chestnuts will burst."
Not too much.”
The woman agreed with her, nodded and said okay.
The room returned to its previous state, and nothing seemed to have happened. Fang Er lowered the curtain and exited, standing in the yard and looking up at the night sky. Li Fengan was a soldier, and even an ordinary person could be made into an indestructible iron plate.
He is the most powerful one on this iron plate.
But the spy who came last tonight was more powerful than him.
A guard came quickly from outside and whispered: "I lost you."
His voice was a little shy.
Fang Er had already anticipated this result: "No matter who he is, send them all out."
They have control over the people who sneaked in following An Xiaoshun, and the guards respond to the call to communicate and take action.
Fang Er stood in the yard and continued to look at the night sky.
Although that spy is very powerful, if he comes again, he will never let him go.
The civilian camp was very quiet on a winter night. Although everyone was not wearing military uniforms, all the rules here were the same as in the military camp, even more stringent. Patrols were essential.
The sleepiness made the chill worse, and the thick winter coat could not block the chill. The captain of the mason who led the patrol could not help but shrink his body, and no one noticed him late at night without affecting his image.
There were fine pieces of rubble that creaked when stepped on, and figures moved in the shadow of the tent.
"Who!" The captain of the mason's chill suddenly disappeared, his body straightened, and his young voice shouted sharply.
"Captain Ren, it's me." Wu Ya'er walked out from behind, tying his belt with his hands, "I'm going to the latrine."
The Captain Mason was not so gullible: "Everyone has a chamber pot."
"I ate too much today and my stomach feels uncomfortable," Wu Ya'er explained awkwardly.
Before he finished speaking, there were footsteps behind him, accompanied by words: "Dahei, the mouse is roasted, I'll give you a tail..."
Wu Ya'er didn't let him finish. He coughed heavily, and the figure still shrouded in darkness reacted quickly. He burrowed into the darkness like a mouse, but the mason captain and the cats took him away in two steps.
He brought back the two roasted rats he still held in his hands.
There are many people living here in the military camp, and many rats are also fattened.
This is not the first time that the captain of the masonry has caught them. These newly arrived minzhuangs claimed that they had the habit of eating roasted rats in their hometown. They were scolded for roasting rats during the day, but they actually roasted them secretly at night. This time, they also had the highly valued armor chief.
Dahei is among them.
Pain is what brings long-lasting memories. The angry captain of the masons gave Minzhuang twenty sticks for disobeying the order, and Dahei gave him ten more sticks.
Being beaten up was such a pleasure that several fellow villagers who were assigned to other team A immediately came to visit happily. They talked in their native dialect, and the others couldn't understand well so they went their separate ways.
Wu Ya'er was lying on the big bunk, looking calm.
Old Han next to him spat: "They are as shady as ghosts. There are so many guards hidden in such a small house. I haven't even touched them yet. Fortunately, Ya'er got in."
Everyone's eyes turned to Wu Ya'er again.
"I haven't had a chance to ask yet, how was it?" Old Han asked.
They were not in the same team. In order to avoid suspicion, they escaped separately and met each other for the first time.
Wu Ya'er said: "It doesn't count as going in, it's just hanging upside down on the eaves."
"What did you find?" The other people's voices were a little nervous.
Wu Ya'er dropped his hands in front of him, as if his words were weighing heavily: "I heard my mother speak."
Everyone clenched their fists and roared heavily from between their teeth. Their beards and plant ashes could not hide their excited expressions.
Live, just live.
Wu Yaer said: "I haven't heard my mother speak for a long time." A smile appeared on his face, rippling like water, and his long eyes sparkled, "It hasn't changed at all."
It's a pity that when he heard this sound, he couldn't kneel down in front of his mother's knees, but turned over and ran away.
"How many people are there?" A man clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, "If you don't believe us, we can't kill them."
"I didn't want to be caught by them, so I ran away tonight. It's not that I can't kill them." Old Han's voice was like a knife grinding on a stone.
Wu Ya'er said: "It's not a problem to get in, the problem is to leave."
He held the plank with his hands and raised his body, feeling the pain after being hit with the cane on his legs and buttocks. He had traveled thousands of miles here day and night, being scolded by a stupid kid, and allowed others to hit him without cutting him off.
My hand is to find my mother and live with my mother.
If mother dies, he will also be a dead person.
"Today we have seen that Ande Zhong sent people here, and there were Fan Yang's soldiers scattered among the crowd." He said, his eyes regained their calmness and became dark, "Those people in the county government may be Ankangshan's subordinates."
All this is arranged by Ankang Mountain, and Dou County's weirdness can be explained.
"What kind of bandit can kill the magistrate and the officers and soldiers of the first regiment?" Wu Ya'er said, "Of course there are more powerful officers and soldiers who have no fear of the officers and soldiers."
He held the bed up and down with his hands a few times to move his bruised and stiff body, and lay down again.
"Look at what is happening in Dou County now. Others can't see it. How can we not understand it? This is training and stationing troops." He looked at the others, "They have good soldiers and plenty of money. I, Wu Ya'er,
It just took five or six people to pick up my mother, and the money I brought with me was enough to stay in a hotel and have enough food, but I don’t have such a big ability."
Old Han picked at the shreds of meat left in his teeth from breakfast. If they could mobilize so many people and spend so much money: "In addition to picking up two people, they should also move their hometown house here so that Crow can not only see his relatives, but also
I can still see everything I once lived in.”
Everyone else laughed: "What a silly thing to say, who would do such a meaningless thing."
Rich people don’t do this either. Many rich people break a piece of money into two flowers.
Who knows, gods, Lao Han muttered, throwing away this meaningless topic: "This is Huainan, what do you want to do in Ankang Mountain?"