Back Off, Let Me Come

  The slave boy tried his best to keep up with Lin Feng.

  There are ten guards waiting in front of them for a long time.

   "Get on the horse and go."

  Lin Feng got on his horse with a light movement.

  The slave boy was also assigned an old horse. He mounted the horse swiftly and neatly, as if he had been an expert in galloping on horseback all year round. He just sat down when he noticed Lin Feng's gaze: "But what's wrong with the small one?"

  Lin Feng asked: "Are you good at riding and shooting?"

The slave boy answered without leaking, and he smiled and said: "How can there be Shiwu people who are not good at bowing horses? They can play on horseback as soon as they are old enough to walk and jump." Natural bow and horse are skilled.

  Lin Feng was noncommittal.

   Just said indifferently: "Follow."

  Night patrolling is her habit. No matter when there is a war or when there is no war, she feels uncomfortable without going out for a walk. By the way, she can also serve as a security patrol mission, killing two birds with one stone. Because the valley had already been conquered by day, the lord led the army to speed up the pace and settled here before nightfall. To Lin Feng, this place was completely unfamiliar, but the slave boy was very familiar with it.

   After all, he's been here for months.

With Lin Feng's tacit consent, the slave boy was only half a body behind her, and he was silent all the way, but he took the initiative to provoke the topic: "Night alert, isn't there not enough people?" Went out.

  Lin Fengdao: "The purpose is not here."

  The slave boy was curious but didn't ask.

  Lin Feng took the initiative: "To find someone."

  When you come across a possible hiding place, you have to search it carefully, and your behavior looks very weird to the slave boy.

   "Who are you looking for?"

  Lin Fengdao: "People who are about the same age as you."

  The slave boy said sincerely: "In this valley? What are the characteristics? Maybe I have seen it and can help."

  Lin Feng shook his head: "I don't know."

   This answer puzzled the slave boy.

   It's just that Lin Feng's side face seemed to be covered with frost, and he was sensible and didn't continue to ask, after all, curiosity will kill the cat.

  The night patrol tonight didn't gain anything.

   Half an hour later, Lin Feng led the people back to the camp.

  The slave boy was handed over to the guards to settle down. Lin Feng rode on the horse and blew the night breeze for a while, then turned his horse and ran towards Gu Chi's camp. Before the candles in the tent were extinguished, Lin Feng ordered someone to announce, and opened the tent to enter: "Sir."

   "Ling De is here, what can I gain."

  Gu Chi was bored playing chess records—speaking of which, most of these literary scholars had the same hobbies. Gu Chi, like his own teacher, liked to play chess records whenever he had troubles—Lin Feng sat opposite him. Said: "There is no gain..."

   "Look at your murderous intentions, how could you not gain anything?"

   "Although there is no gain, but this person..."

   Gu Chi said: "Is it consistent with what your teacher said?"

  Speaking of which, he is also an apprentice of Chu Yaokeng, and the way of literati is not reliable, and the dream is not clear. It is said that he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go...But if he meets his conditions, he can find hundreds of thousands of people from ten to one, and can he kill them all? If he really had this ability, Shiwu would have been crushed long ago. Gu Chi looked at Lin Feng, the little girl was going to be possessed.

  Lin Fengdao: "It really matches."

   Coincidence means can kill.

However, Gu Chi disagreed: "Let's keep it for now and observe slowly. If it's fake, it can be regarded as one less crime; if it's true, how expensive is the treasure of Queen Shiwu? This kind of experience, on the surface, it is said to be left to fend for itself, but behind the scenes, there are people watching. It is said that it is experience, but it is just a circle to gain a famous reputation..."

   To put it bluntly, it is to go to gold plating.

  Lin Feng immediately understood what Gu Chi said.

  How could the most noble prince of Shiwu become a slave?

  According to what the salt seller said, when he bought this son, the latter was really down and out. He bought it and met refugees and robbers. As long as the salt dealer was trapped, the slave boy was imprisoned for a long time. How does this look like the gilded trip of the second generation of politics?

   It seems that something went wrong halfway, and it was a last resort to save his life, or maybe—he had more plans.

  These mysteries can only be revealed one by one.

  Gu Chi: "Anyway, I have people in my hands, and I can kill them at any time."

  If you can hook the big fish in the back, you will make a lot of money.

  Lin Feng was naturally moved.

   "Student understands."

   Even if you want to kill, you have to squeeze out the value before killing.

   "But... he has a suspicious act of inquiring about the identity of the lord today..." Lin Feng expressed his worry, "If he tries to hurt the lord like in the teacher's dream..."

   Regardless of the interests behind him...

   Killed a hundred.

  Gu Chi frowned: "Keep an eye on it, I will report this matter to the lord and see how the lord makes a decision."

   These worries are all based on the assumption that the slave boy is the target. If he is not, they are just worrying about it. Lin Feng nodded, and said, "Then I will trouble you sir, the student is leaving late at night." Lin Feng was still worried.

  He ran into Xu Quan who was on the night shift head-on.

  Although there is no need to continue to pretend now, Xu Quan seems to like the current state very much, relying on his good looks to amuse people everywhere, and the honest people headed by Xian Yujian suffer greatly from it. And the lord has extra privileges, and he enjoys it while dressing up as a woman.

   But he is a real man after all, it’s okay when he is consciously restrained, but when there is no one in private, Xu Quan’s behavior starts to fly, it is really eye-catching.

   "Yo, what's wrong with Lingde, you look sad?"

  Lin Feng did not hide anything.

  Her important tasks are known to several high-level officials.

  Xu Quan stroked his chin, and quickly had an idea, puffed up his chest: "It's simple, do you want me to help?"

  Lin Feng: "???"

  Xu Quan touched his face, narcissistic.

   "Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty pass."

  Lin Feng: "..."