Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 461 Chapter 461: Strive to complete KPI (forty-one) [seeking monthly ticket]

   "Doubt...but not..."

  Although Lin Feng had an immature face and was not his opponent at all, the mysterious scribe looked at her with blood splashed on half of her body and smiled calmly. Coupled with the environment bonus, she was a little bit afraid. Tsk, I am really getting back to life...

   To be intimidated by a brat.

but-

  The mysterious scribe turned his gaze to the head in Lin Feng's hand, and asked, "Just now Xiaolang called this person..."

  He had some doubts that he had auditory hallucinations.

   "The Twelve Princes of Shiwu."

  Lin Feng lifted his head and examined it carefully. It has to be said that he looked more pleasing to the eye after dying than alive.

  Mysterious scribe: "..."

  He was dumbfounded by the sudden explosion of thunder.

"...Shiwu's... Twelve princes, isn't that the queen of Shiwu?" The old man felt a little unbearable in his heart. He had accepted Yan Xingning's life-saving grace before, and was entrusted by the other party to come to Shiwu to do some things. Make plans for it to end.

   I have to admit that Yan Xingning's chess game is very big.

  The fundamental purpose is to instigate internal strife and gain precious time. Coincidentally, the princes of the Shiwu King's knees have grown up one after another, have contact with government affairs, and their ambitions have sprouted. Their interests are contrary to the faction of the Queen who controls nearly half of the Shiwu's army.

   There was a fierce battle between them.

  The crown prince has not yet been decided, and it is a good time.

  For this reason, the mysterious scribe tried his best to secretly climb up to an inconspicuous but powerful man who had the right to speak under Su Shiyilu's camp. In order for this reckless man to win Su Shiyilu's trust and become his own mouthpiece, he has worked hard.

  But he also knew something in his heart.

  There are two groups of people, and the group of queens and queens has an advantage.

   Their roots in Shiwu are too deep!

  However, if you can get rid of the most important person, and then put the blame on the other princes of Shiwu, no one can get out of this internal strife easily! This character is naturally the Twelve Princes who are closely protected by the Queen and the others.

  The only chance to do something about it—

   This coming-of-age ceremony is the time when defense is weakest.

  Even so, the mysterious scribe has nothing to do with it.

   Never expected—

  In his eyes, it was too difficult to assassinate a target. At this moment, the body was separated, and the head was held by Xiao Lang in front of him.

  Lin Feng restrained his smile.

   Appears to be brooding on how this person would know.

  Thinking about it, which foreign scholar who has the guts to hang around in Shiwu doesn't have two brushes in his hand? Find out the basic information of Shiwu Royal Court, that is the common sense of walking. Lin Feng nodded and replied, "Well, it's the little prince."

  The mysterious scribe asked again: "Have you been hunting him down?"

  Lin Feng smiled and said, "Naturally."

  The mysterious scribe wondered about Lin Feng's identity.

  On the top of the cliff, the guards called him "Master Lin". He had a vague guess in his mind, but he wasn't sure. Suppressing many doubts, he looked at the corpse on the ground and asked, "What is Xiao Lang going to do with this headless corpse?"

  Lin Feng asked back: "You want it?"

   "If Xiao Lang is willing to give up his love..."

  Lin Fengdao: "Follow Mr.'s disposal."

   Without the help of this scribe, the target might have escaped, and someone would have a share of the credit. As long as she handed over the head to the teacher Chu Yao, the corpse was free. Upon hearing this, the mysterious scribe arched his hands and said solemnly: "Xiao Lang is bold."

  The next step is how to go up.

  It is easy to jump down, but difficult to climb up. Fortunately, there are ten soy sauce guards on the top of the cliff that can come in handy.

Seeing the head in Lin Feng's hand and Master Lin smiling like a spring breeze, all the guards were overjoyed and clasped their fists together and said, "Congratulations Master Lin, congratulations Master Lin!" Special wooden box in the bag.

   This box has a certain anti-corrosion function.

  Lin Feng put the head in carefully.

  Look left, look right.

   said: "Find some salt and rub it on, it will taste better."

  Mysterious scribe: "..."

  This, should it be pickled pickles...

   At this time, Xiao Lang turned to ask him.

   "Would you like some, sir?"

  The mysterious scribe twitched his lips and shook his head: "No need."

  Wenxin scholars have some means to keep objects from rot in a short period of time. In addition, in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, the rate of decay is even slower. If Queen Shiwu received the headless body of her son who was pickled in salt, it would be a sin to think about it.

  Lin Feng finally put an end to a demon.

  He was having a headache on how to get rid of the mysterious scribe and returned to the camp, but he offered to resign. Inferring that there was an important matter to be done, he asked Lin Feng and the others for dry food and water for a few days, and then rode his horse and disappeared into the wilderness suddenly broken by the sky.

  Lin Feng faced the rising sun with high spirits.

   "Go, go back and find the lord to receive the reward!"

   Shen Tang knew about the success of Lin Feng's mission before dawn. The army has always been marching at night and resting during the day. When the Twelve Princes were killed, the sparrow head he possessed was fighting fiercely with the soldiers he had a good relationship with.

   While talking, the head of the bird fell down without warning.

   Nearby soldiers surrounded them.

  I thought Quetou was unwell, and was about to go to the military doctor behind his back to prescribe some medicine, but when he touched his skin, it was as cold as death. Breathe again, touch your chest, no breathing, no heartbeat, dead... dead?

  The soldiers immediately passed the news to Xu Quan.

   "Captain Xu, it's not good."

  Xu Quan was fascinated by reading the military book.

  Hearing this loud voice, I wish I could give him a kick.

   "What are you yelling about?"

   "That sparrow head is dead!"

  Xu Quan didn't react at first.

   After thinking about it, he sat up straight suddenly: "Is the bird head dead?"

After the soldiers explained the whole process clearly, what did Xu Quan think of, his face was ecstatic, the rolled up book of war slapped his palms, and he laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, girl Lingde is amazing! You quickly move the corpse here, and then I'm going to see the lord!"

   Quetou suddenly "died" without any damage. There are basically only two possibilities—one, someone forcibly awakened the main body; second, the main body was killed by someone!

  Xu Quan is more inclined to the second possibility!

   "My lord, good news! Great news!"

  Shen Tang put away the military affairs letter in his hand.

   "What good news?"

  Xu Quan said: "Ling De has come to fruition!"

  Shen Tang paused, his eyes lit up: "Really?"

   "It should be unmistakable!"

  Xu Quan recounted the matter.

Shen Tang pondered and said: "Although the second type may have a stronger personality, the first type cannot be ruled out. If it succeeds, Ling De will be able to return to the camp in the near future. Sending people to meet her later, Shiwu's mobilization of troops will become more and more serious." Frequently, I should be more careful..."

  The news of the death of the Twelve Princes spread back to the Shiwu Royal Court, which will inevitably set off a political storm, which may temporarily dissuade the Shiwu side from attacking Yonggu Pass.

   But, instinct told her.

  Things will not come to an end so simply.

   These are all headaches in the future.

  Now—

   "When Lingde comes back, let her clean up."

  Celebrating her finally being able to be herself.

  Different from Shen Tang's relief of "my family has a girl who has just grown up", Queen Shiwu had an extremely terrible nightmare in the second half of the night. In the dream, her darling was covered in blood, there was a hideous scar on her neck, her face was ferocious, and red threads spread.

  He didn't say a word, silently weeping two tears of blood.

  The queen desperately tried to catch up with him.

  However, the figure went 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 a nightmare..."

   She said so, but the strong foreboding made her unable to sleep, tossing and turning until dawn.

  (end of this chapter)