Hey, you are reborn too?

As the great general who defends Dayuan, Xie Shian should have a strong desire to protect the people of Dayuan.

Then the Dayuan he mentioned are not all good people. It is very likely that he was referring to the court struggle.

There is no evidence to confirm Xie Yongwei's speculation.

But a voice in her heart told her that what Xie Shian said was referring to the increasingly fierce party struggles in Dayuan today.

In fact, it is not entirely true to say that it was a party struggle.

What’s more, there are now increasingly stringent government orders and unfair judgments.

The more Xie Yongwei thought about it, the more frightened she became. She felt her body suddenly falling. When she came to her senses, the stars were still flashing outside.

She woke up in the middle of the night.

Wenyang City.

When Jiang Mian saw the letter sent by Zeng Qing, which said "The leader has become suspicious, please return to the palace as soon as possible," his eyes narrowed slightly.

In order to block everyone's view, he maintained the posture of standing in front of the secret box.

Jiang Mian took out the pen and letter paper from the secret box, replied with a sentence, and put them back into the secret box.

After doing all this, he picked up the pebbles on the corner of the table and placed two of them on the secret box.

The person who comes to pick up the letter will decide whether to take it or wait based on the number of stones on the secret box. If there is an odd number, then the letter inside can be taken or not.

If there are an even number of stones on top, it proves that the letter inside is important.

Anyone who needed to send a message would take it out immediately and have it delivered using the Tianhong Sect's special carrier pigeon.

After Jiang Mian put the stones away, he realized that this action seemed a bit unnecessary.

If you need to send a message, can't you just contact the person who often helps you gain trust in Wenyang City?

Why bother with the help of the Tianhong Sect?

But when Jiang Mian came to his senses, he realized that he didn't seem to have the contact information of the trusted person in Wenyang City.

He shook his head slightly and said, "Never mind, let's just go with the original plan."

Looking back, Jiang Mian found that many people were looking at him, some with inquiry, but more with anger and contempt.

He did not choose to confront these people head-on.

Instead, he pulled up his hood to try to hide his face.

After all, I was not thoughtful enough. My mother allowed me to set up such a secret box in each base, but she also put forward relevant requirements.

The requirement is that the messenger sent each time must be fixed.

This time, I came here impersonating the envoy from Wenyang City, which was already a small violation of the rules.

But fortunately, his hood was pulled tightly, so others could only see half of his face.

Even so, when Jiang Mian reached the door, he was stopped by someone: "Brother, why don't you say anything?

"He was so enthusiastic before, but now he seems to be so indifferent to us.

"Why, you are so willful and reckless just because you are the young master's men. When you see us seniors, you don't even say hello?"

Jiang Mian thought to himself, how could he know the character of the person who was originally responsible for picking up the items in Wenyang City.

In addition, the more characteristics the identity he is currently disguising shows, the easier it will be to be discovered.

But the man who was blocking his way was obviously determined not to give up until he got to the Yellow River. His voice was rough and his tone was sarcastic, and it was obvious that he didn't want to let Jiang Mian go easily.

While Jiang Mian was thinking about that moment, the man continued, "Why? Aren't you that person? You don't even dare to say a word?"

His tone was frivolous, somewhere between teasing and mocking.

Jiang Mian was too lazy to waste time with him, so he hardened his heart, lowered his voice, and forced a nasal sound: "I feel uncomfortable for a while, and it is inconvenient to talk. I hope you can forgive me."

Without waiting for the man to speak, Jiang Mian put his fist to his lips and coughed twice: "I heard from the doctor that this disease is contagious.

I am not fully recovered yet, and if you come so close, it is very likely that..."

Before Jiang Mian could finish his words, he was stopped by the man with a low curse.

Jiang Mian was at ease, not looking up at him, and still kept his head slightly lowered: "My body is not worth pity,

But if I infect you with an infectious disease, it will be my fault."

"roll roll roll!"

Hearing Jiang Mian's weak words, punctuated by coughs, the man no longer had the interest to stop him.

After all, no one likes to be infected with a disease.

The "obstacle" in front of him was no exception. When he saw Jiang Mian start coughing, he quickly stepped back and waved his hand to signal Jiang Mian to leave quickly.

Jiang Mian did not waste time. After hearing two coughs, he walked out of the stronghold.

Even though he was walking fairly fast, he could still hear a voice urging him from behind: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"

Jiang Mian paused, then quickened his pace as if being told. He sneered in his heart, never expecting that pretending to be sick could be so useful.

But he walked out of the stronghold.

Until we returned to the guest room upstairs.

Jiang Mian finally realized that something was wrong.

When I was coughing, I was pretending, but why did I start to feel chest tightness while pretending?

Jiang Mian's heart slowly sank.

This feeling seems to be real, my coughing problem seems to have really come back.

A sense of absurdity came over me.

He was clearly pretending to be sick, so how come his body naturally turned the fake into reality and made him really sick?

It is now night, and even the inn, which is crowded with people during the day, is now eerily quiet.

Jiang Mian didn't dare to cough too loudly. He could only try to stay calm. When he found that staying calm was useless, he could only hold his breath and concentrate.

When I held my breath, the coughing sound did stop, but as soon as I tried to breathe, that feeling came back.

Jiang Mian covered the lower half of his face tightly with his hands.

He supported himself on the bedpost with his other hand, not daring to lie down rashly.

This was based on his experience. If he lay down, the feeling in his chest would become more obvious, and he would cough uncontrollably.

And this coughing is almost a taboo in this inn.

Jiang Mian didn't know if he had thought too much of people's hearts, but when he was out, although he didn't want to show his full strength, he would never show his weak side.

After all, the Tianhong Sect chose the cellar of this inn as its base.

This proves that the connection between this inn and the underworld is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Who knows, there are probably many eyes secretly inside this inn, watching every visitor who stays here, hoping to blackmail them when they fall asleep.

Although coughing can prove that I am not asleep.

But it also exposed an almost fatal message to the outside world.

That means I am not in good health.

Only the rich or the noble can stay in this inn. After all, if you are not "rich", you cannot afford the room rate here, and if you are not "noble", you cannot get a seat at all.

Overall, it is a good idea to wait for those rich people here.

Jiang Mian has been in the underworld for some years.

Naturally, we know that in the underworld, there are some people who uphold morality, are loyal, and are trustworthy.

But at the same time, the world is too big, and there are also people who are cruel and ruthless and have no bottom line.

The probability of winning the bet that a person he has never met in the martial arts world is a good person is too small, so Jiang Mian would rather not take the bet.

But at this moment, the feeling in my chest gradually became clearer with my breathing.

Jiang Mian closed his eyes and clenched his teeth tightly. At this moment, his breathing was disordered and cold sweat slowly seeped out of his neck, as if he was enduring great pain.