Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Sitting in the mica car, Fu Jian recalled the appearance of that soldier last night. It was true that he had never seen him before, but he could never forget the familiarity.

Judging from the situation presented, the one who gave me the medicinal food at night was indeed an assassin, but he tried his best to sneak in, but he didn't do anything to him, why?Moreover, I didn't notice anything wrong with the bowl of medicinal food. If I wanted to kill myself, why didn't I poison him since it was such a good opportunity?

Fu Jian didn't think about it for too long, a figure jumped in front of him unexpectedly, it was the boy from the past, but his voice, appearance and appearance have been blurred, but it seems that no matter what, he will never become the same as last night. yes.

Or, that's not what he really looks like?

Thinking about it, Fu Jian inadvertently raised the corner of his mouth, got up and called a general who was following the car to come in.

"Is there any news about the assassin?"

"Now I can only confirm that it's not from the Jin country..." The man lowered his head and replied nervously.

"You can only be sure that you are not from Jin?" Fu Jian asked back: "My soldiers did not die on the battlefield, but died in their own camp, and not one, but nine!"

Fu Jian paused for a moment, looked at the slightly trembling body of the kneeling man, and said with a sneer: "The assassin sneaked into my tent last night, when he knelt in front of me, he was not like you are now. Trembling!"

"The last general is incompetent, the last general must send someone to capture the assassin."

"Captured? You don't even know who he is now, and dare to tell me that he was captured?!"

Just as the kneeling man was about to continue pleading guilty, the sound of horseshoes suddenly sounded outside the car, followed by an anxious voice: "Your Majesty, there is an urgent matter at the end."

Fu Jian glanced at the person who was still kneeling there, unwilling to talk to him any more, and said to the outside: "Come in."

According to his impatience, the visitor got into the car, saluted hastily, and said, "Your Majesty, the last general found an army of unknown origin fifty miles away from where we were stationed last night. .”

"Not from our country?" Fu Jian asked suspiciously.

"Looking at their clothes, they are indeed Chinese. It's just that this army does not seem to be among the troops organized for the Southern Expedition."

"Where's their commander in chief?"

"The last general sent someone to guard for a while, but he didn't wait for someone similar to the general to appear. Because he suspected that the assassin last night might be someone they sent, so the last general reported back to His Majesty first, but there are still people on guard, and there will be new ones at any time." The news came."

Fu Jian nodded and said, "Go down first, and let me know when we have definite news."

The two retreated together, and the one who got on the horse later heard a mocking voice in his ears: "General Hao is really dedicated, it's too overqualified for such a thing to spread news to a general. I don’t know if the general is too concerned about the king’s safety, or if he is afraid that the credit will fall on others.”

The person known as General Hao glanced at him, and replied unwillingly: "Even if you are afraid of being robbed of your credit, it's better than some people who can't find anything. Even if you want credit, you can't get it." Rob."

"you……"

Seeing that the other party was at a loss for words, General Hao continued: "Since you have time to criticize me, why don't you ask your people to do more things. If you still can't find anything like this morning, I'm afraid you, the general, will be doing nothing. "

The army walked for most of the day, and when they stopped to rest in the evening, the team sent by the rear to dispatch the "army of unknown origin" sent back the news.

Fu Jian listened to the report of the lower man with great interest, and the corners of his mouth did not move until he finished listening.

"So, you have been on guard for most of the day, and those people are only lighting fires and cooking. They have neither the daily training that the army should have nor the intention of marching?" Fu Jian asked.

"Is such that."

"Then let me ask you, how long will it take to get from their camp to our camp last night?"

"If you go on the road without stopping, it will take about three hours."

"It was only an hour since the assassin left last night until he found the body. At that time, I had already sent people to search for it at full speed. Didn't you catch anyone?"

"This... is surrounded by mountains and the terrain is steep. Maybe the assassin was hiding somewhere and we didn't find it."

"Then how do you know he must have left now? Maybe he's still hiding somewhere?"

"Humble position does not know..."

"Since you don't know, how can you be sure that he is in the 'unknown' army? If the enemy army wants to attack me, last night had such a good opportunity, why didn't he do it?"

"Humble job..." The person at the bottom wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain it.

"This is what you have found for me? The identity of the assassin and the history of the army cannot be found out. Since you don't know anything, what are you going to tell me?"

After Fu Jian finished speaking, he waved his hand without waiting for his reaction, and said helplessly, "I'll check it out again, and I'll tell you when I figure it out."

Everyone backed out, and Fu Jian covered his face with his cuffs, let out a weary sigh, and then lay down on the big soft bed...

Murong Chong fell into a drowsy sleep until the night covered the ground again, and then he got up from the bed, his head was still muddled, and his thoughts seemed to be wandering far away and never came back.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, the exhaustion flooded his body again. Murong Chong used a lot of strength to pull himself out of the urge to lie back on the bed again.

Stretching out his hand to rub his aching head, Murong Chong was also very surprised about his state.In fact, he woke up many times during the day, but each time he had a severe headache, as if all the strength in his limbs had been drained, making him unable to get up, and then fell into a coma.

His head was still a little numb, when he heard someone come in with the curtain lifted, Murong Chong reflexively looked up, but he felt familiar, and couldn't recognize who it was for a while.

This is the tenth time Zhao Hua entered Murong Chong's tent today and finally saw him waking up, he hurried forward and said, "You're finally awake."

Hearing his voice, Murong Chong felt suddenly normal. He paused for a few seconds, cleared up the complicated thoughts in his head, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There are spies outside our camp."

"Qin Jun?" Murong Chong was not surprised. If he had made such a big commotion last night and Qin Jun hadn't found their location, then Fu Jian's Southern Expedition was really hopeless.He raised his hand and rubbed his forehead again, and said, "Since there is something wrong, why didn't you wake me up?"

Zhao Hua sighed helplessly, and said: "Then I must be able to wake you up. I called you several times, but you just agreed with 'hmm' twice, and then fell asleep again."

After hearing what he said, Murong Chong went back to search his memory, but found that he didn't remember anything.

Looking at his expression, Zhao Hua knew what Murong Chong had done without telling him again, so he couldn't help asking, "What did you do last night, Master?"