A day had passed, and when Feng Changyu thought of the head placed in the return hall, he felt a small stick tapping on the back of his head.
He was as skinny as wood, his body had been squeezed dry by too many women, and he was wearing official uniform. He was sitting in a nanmu chair like a zombie, staring blankly at the hanging bell under the eaves. He could think of Ji Kun and the new governor's son.
As long as there was a chance, they would not let each other go, but they never thought that Ji Kun would be beheaded in public by the new governor's son in this situation. Afterwards, they did not forget to frame and slander that they had deliberately leaked Ji Kun's identity.
whereabouts.
"Why did Ji Kun fall into the hands of the new governor?" Feng Changyu stared at the leaders of the village soldiers with his sunken eye sockets, and asked in a hoarse voice, "It's been a day, and you haven't found out yet.
What's going on? Are you going to be satisfied when one day someone breaks into Jingyun Village and the head on my neck is cut off and placed in the village hall?"
"There was heavy rain on the mountain last night, and many traces were washed away by the heavy rain. At present, we can only confirm that after Ji Kun and the others left the village, they did not go directly north along the ridge. At Jinjigou, they suddenly walked south for a while, passing by Lao Ha
The traces of the ditch were washed away by the heavy rain. We found the bamboo forest in the West Mountain and saw the traces of the fight and the bodies of Ji Kun's two subordinates. We estimate that Ji Kun was targeted by Han Qian's men after he passed through the Lao Ha ditch.
Enter." A lean man wearing leather armor with a blue dragon tattoo on his arm, with disheveled hair and bare feet, knelt in front of Feng Changyu and reported.
"So, Ji Kun was killed because someone in the village was tipping off the news?" Feng Changyu breathed a sigh of relief and sat back in his chair with his thin body.
In the past few decades, the stockades in the mountains have not been attacked by anyone, but nine out of ten times, it was because of a traitor. Feng Jin brought Ji Kun's head back, and Feng Changyu immediately worried that something was going on in the stockade.
The inner ghost.
It is currently confirmed that Ji Kun changed his itinerary and direction several times after leaving Jingyun Village. They do not know Ji Kun's specific direction, so there is no problem of anyone tipping him off.
Gao Bao knelt in front of the hall, his heart rising to his throat before falling back slightly.
At this time, he was also convinced that Han Qian's people had considered leaving as little doubt as possible when they killed Ji Kun. Otherwise, if Feng Changyu and his son really suspected that there was a mole in the village, where could he hide?
"Father, should you send someone to Jinling to find the Privy Council Office and explain this matter clearly? We can't bear the blame!" Feng Jin thought of yesterday's situation, and a bad breath filled his chest.
"Explain?" Feng Changyu glanced at his son, with an evil spirit in his heart, and sneered, "In the eyes of the officials of the Dachu court, we are all barbarians. If you don't explain, others won't think that we are doing this."
"If you go to explain and others insist that you did it, how can you explain it?"
"..." Feng Jin was slightly startled, and his mind was a little confused.
Feng Changyu stopped being sarcastic, sat upright, became serious, and said: "They killed Ji Kun, but they didn't mean to let us take the blame. Is it possible that Ji Kun died in Xuzhou, and the people in the Fangsi Department didn't take the blame into account?"
How could Han Daoxun and his son be blamed on others? They killed Ji Kun just to see us! Think about it, no one in the village reported the news, how difficult would it be to kill Ji Kun? In other words,
You didn’t know in advance which direction Ji Kun would leave Jingyun Village. If I give you thirty people, how sure are you of catching Ji Kun alive?”
Watching Han Qian kill people in public yesterday, Feng Jin was filled with rage. Even now, there is still a breath of bad breath in his chest. But when his father said this, he also felt a chill running up from his tailbone.
Yes, if they didn't know which direction Ji Kun was leaving from, how many elite soldiers would they have to use to ensure that they could intercept Ji Kun and his subordinates in the deep old forest with a radius of dozens of miles?
Judging from the final traces of the fight, Ji Kun and his two subordinates, who were definitely not weak in skill, were not even able to cause any harm to the other party!
The more he thought about it, the more Feng Jin felt like a thorn in his back.
Over the years, they have been able to achieve great heights and great distances, but to put it bluntly, Xuzhou is located in a remote location with dangerous mountains and narrow roads. If there is really going to be a fierce conflict, if they unite and form a stronghold to defend each other, no one can defeat them.
Moreover, they are also self-sufficient internally and do not need to rely on external material inputs.
And if the new governor has a group of elite men who can travel through mountains and forests, and are familiar with the mountains and rivers of Xuzhou, will they still be confident that they can close the stronghold and defend themselves?
Feng Jin shuddered even more when he thought about how calm and calm Han Qian's expression was when he ordered his men to kill yesterday.
"I heard that the emperor of Da Chu is already very old. The outcome of the fight for heir should not take too long. Let's see when the time comes. You must not act rashly again..." Feng Changyu warned Feng Jin,
She stared into his eyes again and asked him to promise her personally.
"Yes." Feng Jin nodded reluctantly.
"You guys should step back first." Feng Changyu waved his hand and said, asking Feng Jin to go down first with the leader of the soldiers.
Feng Changyu knew exactly how strong the four surnames were. In the final analysis, they took advantage of the geographical location. Otherwise, they would be nothing in front of the powerful people in the Central Plains. Could it be possible that he really thought that with only three to five hundred village soldiers, he would be arrogant?
Thinking of this, Feng Changyu couldn't help but laugh at himself. It was said that Xuzhou was in the territory of Yelang Kingdom a thousand years ago. The only solution now is to hope that the dispute between the DPRK and China will come to an early conclusion.
If the prince ascends to the throne as he wishes, or if the prince defeats the power of the third prince and his family in Jinling, he will inevitably take action to eliminate the remaining power of the third prince in Xuzhou.
And if the third prince is lucky enough to win, then the fertile land of the Yangtze River and Huaihe River is full of fertile land, so he probably won't have much interest in focusing on Xuzhou, a place where birds don't shit, right?
"Xiaojiu, come here and give me a kick..." Feng Changyu shouted for a long time, but no one in the back room answered, so he didn't realize that he had handed over Mrs. Jiu to Han Qian for disposal. He still felt empty, but thought of leaving Xiaojiu behind.
Nine is always like a thorn in the back.
Xiao Jiu, who had always looked docile, actually dared to stab Han Qian with a sword. Gao Bao said that her skills were quite good. Thinking of this, Feng Changyu also felt a cold swishing on his neck. Maybe he was an underfed wolf cub.
You bastard, you dared to stay with me back then, you were so obsessed with me!
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Guanyue Tower is a three-story wooden building that is rare in Qianyang City. It is only separated from Furong Garden by an alley.
At this time, in a monastery on the west side of the third floor of Guanyue Tower, Mr. Wen, who had appeared next to Ma Xun, the Jiedushi Prince of Tanzhou, was standing in front of the window, looking towards Furong Garden;
Behind Mr. Wen stood a man wearing cyan casual clothes, his face hidden in the darkness.
At this time, the man in green robe and Mr. Wen saw Han Qian and others leaving Furong Garden through the east side gate and riding towards the east city gate.
"Who is that girl?" Mr. Wen asked the man in green robe, pointing to Mrs. Xi who was riding sideways on the back of a purple-maned horse.
They were only sixty or seventy steps away from Han Qian, and Mr. Wen could clearly see Xi Rong's beautiful face, which was a rare beauty in Wushan.
The shackles on Xi Lin's feet were covered by her long skirt. In addition, Xi Lin's agility allowed her to mount the horse like an ordinary woman even with the shackles on, without help from anyone. Therefore, Mr. Wen could not see anything.
Exception comes.
"I heard that when Han Qian came back from Jingyun Village, he brought back a female slave from Shanyue. Yesterday, the girl was disheveled and no one cared about it. She must be the slave that Feng Changyu gave to Han Qian." The man in green robe looked at it intently for a while.
, but his eyesight is not as good as Mr. Wen's, and he can't see Mrs. Xi's face clearly. He can only guess and say, "No one has found out what happened in Jingyun Village these days. Han Qian is not wary of me. I
Let’s see if we can go over and pay a visit today and find out some news for you sir.”
"All Zhao Mingting's calculations against the Han family and his son have come to nothing. The Han family and his son are by no means simple people. You must not act rashly to avoid exposing your flaws," Mr. Wen shook his head and said, "That woman is rare.
It is indeed very possible that Feng Changyu gave it to the Han family and his son as a token of goodwill. I believe someone in the city would recognize it, and there is no need for us to make a special trip to find out the information."
"Thankfully, Mr. Dewen, you came to the city in time to remind me. Otherwise, if I saw any changes in the four surnames that day, I would have moved my family out of the city long ago, and there would be no chance of getting close to the Han family and his son." The man in green robe was quite happy.
Said with emotion.
"No one could notice anything strange at the time of Wang Yu's death. Could it be that more than three months later, Han Daoxun could find out something by cutting off the coffin halfway? This was obviously a strategy used by the Han family and his son to scare away the enemy. The four surnames just happened to be
You can't keep calm, and you think you can really trouble the Han family and his son by allowing state prison inmates to rob the prison and a mob rioting?" Mr. Wen sneered and said, "They didn't even think about it. It was really so easy. How could the Han family and his son be able to do this?
Entering Qianyang City smoothly?"
"The Han family and his son are so powerful. Do you really want to allow them to stir up trouble in Xuzhou?" asked the man in green robe.
"My lord doesn't want to attract Jinling's attention. He prioritizes dormancy in everything. You are also mainly responsible for keeping an eye on the movements of the Han family and his son, and be careful not to reveal any flaws." Mr. Wen said.
"I don't have to worry about this. The Han family and his son probably never expected that I would have a problem." The man in green robe said with a proud smile, but at this moment, when he saw Han Qian turning his head and looking this way, he was frightened.
With a jump, his body shrank back suddenly, his heart pounding in fear.
"We are standing in the dark. They won't be able to see what's going on in this room clearly." Mr. Wen stood in front of the window quite calmly and said without ducking back. "By the way, you said that the Han family and his son were brought into the narrative."
The state's medicine has a miraculous effect in dispelling miasma. If possible, you need to find out this recipe if you get close to the Han family and his son."
The Han family's father and son helped the third prince to collect the hungry people infected with the epidemic and build the Dragon Bird Army, which was beyond many people's expectations. This also made Mr. Wen have to believe that the Han family's father and son used this method to cure the six prisoners.
accidental.
Even the soldiers and horses in Tanzhou are often troubled by miasma and miasma poisons; and from Tanzhou to the south, the mountains and jungles are more humid and hot. From the current point of view, if you get the recipe for miasma wine, it will be better than other things.
