A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Seeing Han Mingguang's angry expression, these people thought he was going to regret it, and they kept beating their chests. "Please, Your Highness, save me! Please, Your Highness, save me!"

Han Mingguang felt that he must report this matter to the young prince. Let him see how his father, who was worse than an animal, treated his son and his people. This would make him more determined to seize power.

But the little prince's health was like that, so he thought he should let him rest first and talk about it tomorrow! If he was disturbed frequently, he didn't know if his body could support him to the north. The journey was long and bumpy.

"You guys stay here tonight! Xiao Sanlang, tie them up! His Highness is resting now! We must not disturb him! We will hand them over to him tomorrow!"

After hearing this, these people stopped shouting, because this would help them live longer than letting them go.

It was not yet dawn at the hour of Mao. Han Mingguang ordered the cooks to start cooking. In winter, the dead trees, grass, and rock edges were all covered with frost. They scraped it into wooden basins and barrels, filled them up, and poured them into the pot to boil them into water. Many people also ran to the dry trees to get firewood.

Shui Qinglian was sleeping on the side of the carriage, hugging her cloak. He was awakened by the noise. He slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was a big and a small child hugging each other and sleeping soundly in the fluffy blanket! They were still sleeping in the same position. He was really jealous!

"Hmph! Why isn't that person me? Hmph, Sikong Zhuzhi, I was here before him!" He was jealous of Sizhe.

He looked at Si Zhe again. Oh, this rosy little face, why does it look so much like a girl? Could this Si Zhe be a girl? Otherwise, why would this bamboo stick react so strongly? He was secretly surprised. No, I have to take a look! He looked at it carefully under the flickering candlelight...

"Young Prince! Are you awake?" Han Mingguang's voice came from outside the car curtain.

It should be time to set off soon. Shui Qinglian woke Sikong Yan up: "Zhuzhi, Zhuzhi, wake up!"

Sikong Zhuzhi was running happily with Lan Zhen in his dream, but he suddenly turned around and saw that he was actually running with Si Zhe. He was stunned. Si Zhe was laughing and calling Brother Yan, but Brother Yan ran ahead of him, and when he turned around, he turned into Lan Zhen again...

Suddenly he felt someone pushing him, and Shui Qinglian called out to his ears: "Zhuzhi, Zhuzhi, wake up quickly..."

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at him and asked, "Have you set off?"

Shui Qinglian nodded: "Minister Han is looking for you!"

Sizhe rubbed his eyes and said reluctantly: "I want to sleep, I want to sleep!"

"Be good and sleep by yourself. Your brother will call you later!" Shui Qinglian put a cloak on Sikong Yan, and the two walked out.

Han Mingguang was escorting the so-called "thieves" from last night. When they saw Si Kongyan coming down from the carriage, their eyes widened. Why didn't they think of the carriage last night? I'm really stupid!

One person couldn't hold it in and said as if he suddenly realized something: "Oh? So you were all hiding in the carriage! We all ran to the tent last night."

The leader turned around and glared at him fiercely, then knelt down in front of Sikong Yan with a plop: "Your Highness, please save us! We have no choice but to follow orders! If we fail to complete the mission, your father the emperor will have to let us die miserably! Please save us, we don't want to die yet!"

Han Mingguang stepped forward and told him everything that happened last night in detail. Then he asked, "Your Highness, they just want to kill us at this moment! You decide how to deal with them!"

Sikong Yan said calmly: "Such a small matter can be handled by Minister Han himself. There is no need to ask me for instructions!"

"But how can I save them? Let them run away? What if the emperor investigates? Won't they die anyway?" Minister Han felt that he didn't know how to save their lives.

Sikong Yan thought, yes, generally speaking, if they haven't completed the mission, they won't be given a chance. Even if you let them go, the emperor will send secret guards to kill them. You have to think of a foolproof plan. Suddenly, it occurred to him that why not just let them change their names and go to the war with the army?

As for the emperor? Just write a report and say that when we were resting in the camp last night, several thieves broke into the camp and killed them all. When the emperor knows they are dead, he will send another one. Just take them in yourself. In war, too many soldiers are better than too few.

Sikong Yan hooked his finger at Han Mingguang, and Han Mingguang leaned over to him. Sikong Yan whispered in his ear for a long time. Han Mingguang's face showed joy. He didn't expect that the sick little prince would be so smart...

There are soldiers reporting.

Emperor Yuxuan had a gloomy face when he heard this in the morning court hall. How did he become a thief? It was clearly him who sent him to steal people.

"What?" He was very surprised. The people he sent were so useless. They were discovered so quickly? And they were killed. He was furious. He had never failed in his own work. But now he was defeated by his son.

What he is most concerned about now is how the little madman is doing. No, he must get this little madman back. The Changsheng Jue must work! He decided that he must send a more powerful master to get Xiao Sizhe back. The premise is that Sikong Yan must die...

Xiao Sizhe looked at Sikong Yan with a frown on his face. He asked with a smile, "Brother Yan, why are you frowning? Are you worried that the emperor will send someone to assassinate us again?" He knew that the emperor did not dare to kill him for the time being because of the secret of immortality.

But Brother Yan is different. If he wins this battle, Emperor Yuxuan will feel pressured. Who wants to feel pressured? Of course, it is better to get rid of it! So Brother Yan is in danger on this trip. He feels that he has to sit by his side and protect him all the time.

Sikong Yan smiled, touched his head and said, "Brother Yan is thinking about how to run day and night without stopping and reach the north quickly. Because I heard that the people who retreated to Shaodou City can no longer hold on."

During the day, Shui Qinglian carried a backpack and went with the army. He had to collect herbs. Those evergreen trees were good for healing wounds. A lot of them were needed during the war. There was also a large group of military doctors who went with him to collect herbs.

So there were only the two of them in the carriage, along with the little fox licking its fur. Guaguamei went to practice her wings.

Si Zhe smiled and said, "It's very simple. During the day, half of the people walk and eat, and the other half sleep. At night, half of the people walk and eat, and the other half sleep!"

"But the key is, you can't walk while sleeping! Sleeping and walking can't be combined! It still won't work!"

"Then we will find a way to allow those who are sleeping to walk in their sleep! That's it!" Xiao Sizhe bit her lip.

Sikong Yan found it very interesting. If they could walk while sleeping, could it still be called sleeping? Did they have to carry one on their backs? No, no, no, how could they walk while carrying each other? They couldn't walk fast, on the contrary, they would walk slower...