Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

It happened that Zhao Hua lifted the curtain and walked in, seeing Murong Chong's expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, he coughed lightly to call Murong Chong's attention, and then saluted, "My lord, it's almost settled."

"En." Murong Chong looked up at Zhao Hua, handed the letter in his hand to Zhao Hua, and said, "Look at this, sir."

After reading the things Murong Chong handed over, Zhao Hua fell into deep thought.

"In Mr.'s opinion, where are we going now, so that we can pick up the big bargains left by the battle between Qin and Jin in time?"

Zhao Hua thought for a while, and then said: "We still follow the original plan, but the progress needs to be slowed down. In this case, we can continue to rest here for a few days, and then leave for a few more days."

Murong Chong nodded in agreement with Zhao Hua's opinion.

"Now the forward of the Qin Army has arrived at Yingkou, crossing the Huaihe River and going to attack Jin. After all, sir, he used to be a native of Jin, but he is still so calm now." Murong Chong said casually while looking at the map on the table.

"Young master was also from Yan country, wasn't he?" Zhao Hua asked back.

"Yan Kingdom has been dead for 13 years."

"Zhao has also left Jin for 15 years." Zhao Hua replied according to Murong Chong's words.

But Murong Chong suddenly laughed: "Sir, you are so boring, neither angry nor explain." He closed the map and threw it aside, leaned on the chair and said helplessly: "If I knew it, I should have taken the fiberglass with me." Ah, it won't be so boring anymore, the days without wars are really boring..."

Seeing Murong Chong's uncharacteristically evil spirit, Zhao Hua suddenly didn't know how to react, so he could only stand there silently.

In the end, all he could get was a long sigh from Murong Chong, and then he waved his hands to make him retreat.

But just when Zhao Hua turned around, Murong Chong's eyes became cold again...

It was getting dark, and a figure sneaked out of the camp quietly, avoiding the patrolling guards in the tent.

It was not until he was far away from the camp that Murong Chong pulled off the mask covering his face, and after making sure that there was no one around, he took out the jade whistle from his sleeve and blew it.

As soon as the sound stopped, a figure appeared in front of Murong Chong, the figure was graceful and graceful, it was indeed a woman.

"Where is the branch of Habayashi where Fu Jian is now?" Murong Chong asked.

"It is only fifty miles to the west of our army."

"What about the traffic?"

"There are mountain roads blocking it, and it will take about a day to go back and forth at the fastest."

"Understood, you still follow Habayashiro and report their progress to me at any time."

"Yes." The figure replied, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Murong Chong stood quietly for a while before jumping into the night, but not in the direction of his own camp.

Murong Chong followed his own memory to find the way ahead. He chose this place not only because of the open terrain, but more importantly, if he remembered correctly, when he left Chang'an ten years ago, He had walked this road before, and he had found a tunnel here, leading directly to the city to the west.

The steep mountain road of fifty miles, if it is a tunnel, if the footsteps are faster, it will take three hours to go back and forth...

"I've been waiting for this opportunity for ten years, and it's finally here." Murong Chong sighed softly.

Murong rushed out of the tunnel, extinguished the torch in his hand, judged the direction according to the position of the stars, sure enough, after walking for another quarter of an hour, he could see the lit bonfire not far away, and the faintly discernible military tent.

Leaping onto the tree trunk, Murong Chong put on his mask again, and approached the heavily guarded army little by little.

It can be seen from a high place from a distance, the one with the largest tent and the strictest guard in the middle of the camp must be where Fu Jian is, Murong Chong's heart suddenly started to jump nervously.

Clenching his fists, trying to hide his voice, he took out the dagger from his boots and hid it in his sleeve, preparing to enter the Qin army's camp.

Murong Chong sneaked into the tents of several soldiers from the rear. Several Qin soldiers were sleeping soundly and didn't notice. Before the blood splashed out, this person lost his life in his sleep...

The rest of the people were all like this, the snoring sound that was still ringing in the camp just now, now only the breathing of Murong Chong was silent.

Seeing those people die without pain on their faces, Murong Chong frowned unknowingly, they died a little too peacefully.

Ever since he wanted to increase his hostility, the corpses lying in his hands have never been so peaceful. He always wanted to see how they were struggling in pain, and then let them die in fear and pain. .

However, today is not suitable for such a big movement.Murong Chong could only put away his regretful mood.

After Murong Chong changed into the clothes of the soldiers of Qin State, he boldly walked out.

Fortunately, it was dark and no one noticed him along the way.

When he was approaching Fu Jian's tent, Murong Chong frowned, there were guards outside the tent, it could be said that there was no chance for him to take advantage of it.

When he wanted to turn around helplessly, he happened to see a soldier walking towards this side with a dinner plate. Before he appeared in everyone's sight, Murong Chong hurried forward, and slashed his throat with the dagger in his hand from behind, before he fell down. He held up the dinner plate in his hand with one hand, and his body with the other, dragged him to a dark corner and threw him there.

He looked down at the armor on his body, and after confirming that it was correct, he lowered his head and walked forward with the dinner plate in his hand.

The guards guarding the gate stopped him as usual, one went in to report, and the other examined him.

"Go in." After waiting for a while, someone said to him.

Murong rushed into the account but didn't see Fu Jian at the first glance. He didn't dare to move rashly and only glanced at the scene in the account. In front of him was a table twice the size of the usual marching table. There are not many memorial letters, and there are benches and low tables symmetrically placed on both sides, which is nothing special.

It's just that there is a large screen in the corner of the account, and the space behind the screen is cut off.

"Bring over the medicinal food." Fu Jian's voice came from behind the screen.

Murong Chong's body froze immediately when he heard his voice, and the long-lost memories suddenly jumped into his head. Those things that he thought had no effect on him still made his hands tremble slightly.

And everything about Fu Jian that he thought he had forgotten, now clearly appeared in front of his eyes, and he still remembered Fu Jian's voice!

"Where's the person?" Fu Jian's voice came out again.

Murong Chong took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Across the screen, Murong Chong lowered his head and brought the things in front of Fu Jian, then bowed his knees to salute, saying: "Your Majesty."

Murong Chong could feel his voice trembling, he couldn't help scolding himself in his heart, but he lifted the plate in his hand even higher...