Dingjiangshan

Ning Huaijin figured it out in twos and twos, and many things that were considered abnormal before had answers.

"Many people say that I worry too much, but now it seems that there is nothing wrong with my worrying." Ning Huaijin sighed: "He is surrounded by tigers and wolves in Beijing, and he is indeed walking on thin ice."

The young man was taken aback, but he didn't understand what kind of riddle Ning Huaijin was playing.

But he had already wasted too much time with Ning Huaijin, and several other soldiers not far away seemed to have noticed Ning Huaijin's lagging behind, and the footsteps came and went, as if they were getting closer.

The young man was afraid that further delays would cause side effects, so he simply got angry from his heart, wanting to make a quick decision, and the hand holding the dagger subconsciously wanted to raise it.

Ning Huaijin was holding the knife firmly, how could he succeed, she let out a low drink when she saw this.

"Ten miles!"

Shi Lizao was hidden by the side, and just waiting for his order, it popped out from under the moonlight without a sound like an arrow that left the string. The youth's fragile throat was slashed fiercely.

The blade as thin as a cicada's wing cut through the fragile flesh with ease, leaving a huge opening in the young man's throat.Hot blood gushed out instantly, Shili blocked it with his arm, and kept most of the blood away from Ning Huaijin.

The young man's eyes widened, and before the hatred on his face disappeared, he had already lost his last vitality.He fell limply in Shili's arms, and was thrown aside casually by Shili's strength. He landed in the grass next to him, startling a small snake as thick as a finger.

"you--"

The young man was lying on his side in the grass, not yet fully breathed out.He stared at Ning Huaijin resentfully, like a dead dog in a state of embarrassment, staring at the fleshy bones that were close at hand.

His throat was completely cut open, and there was a shocking sound of wind in his strenuous breathing, and blood foam kept gushing out along his wound, so that every word he spoke seemed to be squeezed from the blood. What came out: "You knew..."

"My lord." Without looking at him for ten miles, he lifted his foot over his body, knelt down beside Ning Huaijin on one knee, stretched out his hand to help him up, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Ning Huaijin threw the dagger in her hand aside casually, shook off the blood on her hand, and looked sideways at the young man, thinking of showing mercy and letting him die more clearly.

"That's right, I knew about it a long time ago." Ning Huaijin sneered, and said, "I knew there was a spy in the army when I was ambushed by Feng Yuan, but it took me a while to find you."

"So, Meng...Meng..."

The young man couldn't quite speak a complete sentence, his eyes began to lose his eyes due to the massive blood loss, and his whole face showed an extremely ominous blue-gray.

"Meng Changxun, he didn't go to Dongfeng at all." With Shili's support, Ning Huaijin staggered to her feet, lowered her eyes, looked at the young man with pity, and said, "You treat me as a villain. Survive, send your subordinates to die?"

Finally, two heavy breaths escaped from the young man's throat, and then there was no more sound.Shi Li walked up and kicked his wrist with his toe, turned his head and said to Ning Huaijin, "It's dead."

"It can be considered to be able to last." Ning Huaijin said.

Walking ten miles back to Ning Huaijin, he tore off a piece of cloth from the hem of his outer shirt, and helped Ning Huaijin wrap up the wound on his hand.

Fortunately, the short knives used by ordinary soldiers are not sharp enough, and Ning Huaijin made a quick decision, and the hand holding the knife was always tense, so he was not seriously injured. Except for a little scratch on the palm, only the tiger's mouth was cut. A bloody mouth was opened, and the bleeding was stopped after wrapping the wound.

Ning Huaijin didn't care about this little injury, but she was facing an enemy from ten miles away, she frowned and looked at his hand for a long time, afraid that he might do something wrong.

Earlier, Ning Huaijin and Meng Changxun deliberately made a scene in order to draw out the details of the army.It seemed that they were splitting up, but in fact Meng Changxun just changed the road and turned to the west mountain. Calculating the time, he probably joined the group of people taking the mountain path.

So Ning Huaijin didn't delay any longer, but tidied up hastily, then turned back to the path, joined the few remaining soldiers, and walked down the mountain together as planned.

As the first hour of Yinshi approached, Meng Changxun finally waited for Prince Gong who had arrived late at Xishan.

He was restless that night, fearing that something would happen to Ning Huaijin's dangerous and dangerous "leading the snake out of the hole", he was worried all night, until he saw that he was completely bearded, and his heart fell back into his stomach with a thump. .

"Oh, my lord." Meng Changxun was startled when he saw his miserable appearance covered in dust and blood. He was so frightened that he gritted his teeth and walked out from behind the bushes where he was hiding, reaching out to help him. he.

Ning Huaijin drove most of the way, and now she was a little unable to support her physical strength, so she didn't refute Meng Changxun's kindness, and supported his extended arm.

"What's wrong with you." Meng Changxun looked him up and down, but it was a pity that Prince Gong's body was in a state of distress, covered with dust and grass leaves, and he couldn't see any injuries for a while.Meng Changxun frowned, carefully held his arm, and asked, "Is the matter that the prince wants to settle?"

It is a big deal for the army to go out and work carefully. At the least, people will say that the general is incompetent, and at the worst, it will disturb the morale of the army. Therefore, Meng Changxun did not dare to speak too bluntly in front of Wu Yangyang's other soldiers.

"It's over." Ning Huaijin said.

Meng Changxun clicked his tongue and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Then, what are we going to do?" Meng Changxun asked in a low voice, "Should we break out from the West Mountain, or make another plan."

"You can't break through." Ning Huaijin said: "Even if you knew the deployment of you and me in advance, Feng Yuan would not really distribute troops and horses according to this arrangement. According to his more than cautious temperament, both sides of the east and west are in danger. It is only right to strengthen the guards, if you go down now, you are throwing yourself into a trap."

Meng Changxun only felt that Ning Huaijin's palms were astonishingly hot. He carefully glanced at Ning Huaijin's ugly face, knowing that he might not be able to stay on the mountain any longer.

"Then what does the prince want to do?" Meng Changxun asked tentatively.

"Wait." Ning Huaijin said.

"Wait?" Meng Changxun disagreed: "The situation at Zhaoming is unknown, if we insist on waiting, we will have to wait until the end of our lives."

"Not waiting for Zhaoming." Ning Huaijin gaited in a fluffy way, leaning on Meng Changxun's arm to stand upright, and said in a low voice, "...the king is waiting for His Majesty to come down."

In the Chinese army camp two hundred miles away, Ning Yan took two qi-invigorating pills from Cheng Yuan's hands, and drank them down with a cup of refreshing herbal tea.

"Is there any more?" Ning Yan asked: "I remember that when I was playing in the hunting ground, I casually chatted. I once mentioned that Dr. Cheng has a pill that can refresh you in labor pains. It is just right for emergencies in times of crisis. I wonder if I have it now?"

Cheng Yuan was taken aback.

That medicine is commonly used in the army, mostly for emergency use by the injured soldiers. He has it on his body, but he dare not give Ning Yan medicine indiscriminately, so he can't help but look at Xie Jue as if asking for help, wanting him to persuade him Advise Ning Yan.

"Your Majesty." Xie Jue received Cheng Yuan's gaze, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "It's a medicine that's three-point poisonous. You're not in good health. Take less of these tiger-wolf medicines. It's better to take a break, it's worse than any other medicine." It's better to come."

"It's too late." Ning Yan rubbed his forehead and ordered: "Send down the order to transfer [-] cavalry in the battalion and set off in half an hour."

When Xie Jue heard this, he thought that it was fine for His Majesty to come here without sleep, but that he had to go to the battlefield to look for it himself.

"Your Majesty—" Xie Jue hurriedly took a step forward and said, "The situation on the front line is unknown. In order to protect the dragon's health, I invite you to serve in the central army. I will personally lead the troops to the east, and I will definitely find the trace of the prince."

Ning Yan shook his head.

"I'll go in person." Ning Yan said in a low voice, "...he's waiting for me."

"His Majesty--"

"You don't need to say more." Ning Yan made a silent gesture, he glanced at Cheng Yuan first, and then said to Xie Jue: "If you treat yourself like others, Zhao Ming must understand me."

As Ning Yan said, he drank the half cup of herbal tea left in his hand, then stood up, walked in front of Cheng Yuan, and asked patiently again: "Does Doctor Cheng have any medicine in his hand?"

Perhaps because he was afraid that his tone would be too blunt, Ning Yan added another sentence: "If not, it's okay."

Cheng Yuan looked at Xie Jue in embarrassment, then at Ning Yan, finally sighed, and took out a small medicine bottle from his bosom.

"Your Majesty, take good care of your body. You can only take two pills of this medicine at most." Cheng Yuan said.

Ning Yan nodded slightly, put the medicine in his arms, and started to walk outside the tent.

Xie Jue hurriedly regained his composure, chased after him in a few steps, and tried to persuade him again: "Your Majesty, the whereabouts of His Majesty is unknown, and you are looking for a needle in a haystack if you go out rashly. Why don't you split up with Your Majesty, and go to the east where you have never been before to find one or two people?" , His Majesty led the troops to the south to search again."

Ning Yan knew that Xie Jue was trying to push him away from the battlefield. The east side was next to Ning Zheng's garrison. If he was unlucky and ran into the enemy army, he might have to fight.But the south side has been swept around before, and there are its own defenders stationed there, so it is safer than the east side.

But no.

Ever since he learned of Ning Huaijin's disappearance, Ning Yan's heart had been hanging in the air, never letting go.Now unless he can truly confirm with his own eyes that Ning Huaijin is safe and sound, he will never be able to rest assured.

Ning Yan slowed down a little, and was about to say something serious, so that Xie Jue would not be too entangled, but suddenly heard an eagle cry from outside the tent, which was very abrupt in the quiet night.

Ning Yan's face suddenly changed, and he didn't care to talk to Xie Jue for a while, and opened the curtain and walked out of the tent in two steps.

Qin Liu moved faster than him, and within a short while stepped on the wooden stake outside the tent, turned over and caught the eagle from mid-air.

The eagle seemed to know Qin Liu, and it didn't struggle when he caught it. It fluttered its wings obediently, and spit out a bamboo tube for sending messages from the eagle's beak.

Xie Jue, who came out after him, guessed that this was probably the Shadow Guard's method of sending messages, and couldn't help but raised his heart in his throat, for fear that the letter contained some terrible news.

Qin Liu hurriedly passed the bamboo tube to Ning Yan. Ning Yan's hands trembled slightly. He opened the bamboo tube, took out the letter paper from inside, and read it at a glance. He was immediately relieved.

"It's okay." Ning Yan muttered to himself, "It's okay——"