It is also possible that he is the leader of Xinrong.

Li Huaize guarded the rear, and only Ji Yuanzheng came with Ning Rongzhang.

There were no candles lit in the outpost camp, not even a trace of light, which showed that this person was still very cautious.

Ji Yuanzheng lowered his voice, fearing that they would only stay for a short while and let the duck he had caught fly away, so he kept his eyes on the movement ahead.

"Your Majesty, according to King Li Nan, this outpost camp is owned by a pale man. Do you think the man inside is this man?"

"Perhaps," Ning Rongzhang said briefly, "the number of enemies and us is almost the same, I'm afraid it won't be that easy to capture them."

There were many people standing outside the tent, all wearing masks, with black faces and fangs, looking very scary.

As he was speaking, the curtain of the tent moved, and the guards lurking there instantly lowered their heads.

Ji Yuan quietly poked his head out from the messy weeds and squinted at the man standing in front of him. He had an upright posture and was not covered in a black robe all day long as King Li Nan had said. Instead, he wore a mask on his face and a black cloak swung behind him.

Although he was wrapped in clothes from head to toe, just looking at his back, Ji Yuanzheng frowned slightly, and always felt particularly familiar.

This person's figure was tall and slender. Where had he seen him before? The memory that had long been left in his mind was still not noticed.

Ning Rongzhang slowly raised his eyes, and with just one glance, he could conclude that the new Rong leader who came here was not the man in a black robe all day long drawn by King Li Nan, but probably someone else.

It looks like they are leaving.

No matter who came, since he dared to come when Prince Li Nan had not been buried yet, he must not be allowed to go back safely.

With the cover of the bushes, Ning Rongzhang bent his bow and drew his arrow, squinting his eyes to meet the figure of that person. With a "whoosh", the sound of the arrow feathers tearing through the air echoed in the silent night sky.

Almost at the same time, the masked man who had turned his back and was about to jump on his horse suddenly saw a flash of light on the helmet of the bodyguard who was standing beside him. He drew out the sword in his hand with a "swish", and the sword cut through iron like mud. The masked man turned around and swung the sword, and the sword broke the arrow feathers in half, but the cold arrow head pierced his chest with inertia!

Because of the obstruction of the sword, the arrow head was deflected slightly.

Arrowheads rained down like rain, and the masked guards waved their swords to deal with them. Ning Rongzhang shot the masked man with an arrow, which frightened the Xinrong people so much that they retreated again and again.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Retreat quickly!"

The sound of horse hooves was heard everywhere, jumping like duckweed without a landing point. On the relatively flat grassland, there were only arrowheads stuck diagonally into the ground and a few bodies that had died from being shot.

Ji Yuanzheng immediately stepped forward to check on those people, and without exception, they were all dead.

No one knew why the Xinrong people came to the outpost camp late at night. It was definitely not simple to mobilize so many troops and take risks to come here.

After returning to Li'nan City, King Li'nan was still immersed in the grief of his son's death. Ning Rongzhang thought late at night about what important content he had missed.

When Li Huaize heard that the Regent had shot that man, he was so happy that he almost jumped three feet high. "It would be great if that man was the leader of Xinrong. If he died, wouldn't Xinrong be in disarray?"

Ji Yuan was silently taking off his coat, and no one knew if he was listening to what Li Huaize was saying. When the latter saw that he didn't answer, he turned his head and saw that Ji Yuan was absent-minded and his mind was wandering.

"Oh - could it be Miss Wan who wants to go to the capital?"

Ji Yuan paused while taking off his clothes, turned away without even looking at him, and asked, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Although Li Huaize is a few years younger than him, he is now old enough to discuss marriage. He is less shy than Ji Yuanzheng who has discussed marriage. "What's the big deal? Brother Ji is a real man. Don't you dare to admit that you miss my sister-in-law?"

Ji Yuan was wearing a snow-white inner garment. He opened the window and was blown by the cold wind. He immediately became much more clear-headed, but he could not catch the familiar figure in his mind... The frown between his brows became even tighter.

"Today, when I looked at the masked man, I felt that he looked very familiar..."

He muttered to himself. Li Huaize stood up and patted his shoulder, saying, "There are not so many coincidences in this world. Besides, maybe it's because you want an answer too much that you feel familiar with it." He yawned and said, "I'm sleepy. I'm going to go back to sleep first. I have to get up early to work tomorrow."

After everyone left, Ji Yuan was leaning against the window frame with both hands, saying, "It's not an illusion..."

In the middle of the night, the crisp sound of horse hooves stepping on the frost and dew startled the soldiers on patrol.

The leader of Xinrong was helped in by several people around him, with an arrow with a cut tail stuck in his chest.

The doctor on the march came in quickly, checked the injury first, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, the Lord cut off the arrow feathers and caused the arrowhead to deflect. Otherwise, this arrow would have been stuck in the heart and even the best doctor would be powerless to save the patient."

The leader took off his mask, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His face was extremely gloomy. "Stop talking nonsense and pull out the arrow!"

The doctor nodded repeatedly, sprinkled anesthetic powder skillfully, handed a clean silk handkerchief to the Xinrong leader, and said, "My lord, please bear with it for a while."

The gloomy man threw the handkerchief he handed over to the ground, his eyes bloodshot with pain, "Pull it out directly!"

The arrow head turned over the flesh and blood, bringing out a stream of blood from inside. It seemed that it could not be stopped, and it dyed several silk handkerchiefs and warm water red.

It was pulled out forcefully, and after the bleeding was finally stopped and the wound was covered with medicine, the Xinrong leader's face was already pale.

Their master was ruthless and bloodthirsty, not only to others but also to himself. I heard that their master had a different status and had killed countless people in the military department to get his current position. He didn't make a sound when he pulled out the arrow just now, which was enough to know how strong his endurance was.

There was no one else in the tent except for a few female servants. The man half-lay on the bed, looking down at the white gauze on his chest, and sneered, "Ning Rongzhang, you will pay me back sooner or later. Let's settle all the new and old grudges together!"

He had trouble sleeping alone, as maids came in and out of the tent from time to time. The women who could serve him closely were all top-notch in terms of appearance and figure.

Looking at the faces of these people, it is not difficult to tell that they are women from the nearby Linan City and also women from the Dali Dynasty.

There was a woman in front of him who brought the meal obediently. She was about to leave without saying a word, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.

The woman shuddered, "Chief... Chief?"

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