Get on the Wrong Sedan Chair and Marry the Right Wolf + Extra Story

But he didn't dare to tell Wei Yueyan about these things, Wei Yueyan hadn't had a good rest for a long time, his brows and eyes were tired, like a bamboo pole shaking in the wind, although he knew it was tenacious and indestructible, But he was so distressed that he didn't want to put any more force on it, even if it was a ten-millionth of the wind and snow in the four directions, it would be a felony that could never be redeemed.

Just as Qin Guangmo was about to speak, Wei Yueyan lowered his head with a laugh and waved his hands.

"Forget it, you don't have to say, I'm afraid you can imagine what's going on in Beijing now." Under the light of the candlelight, her lips were pale and dry, and her face was tired. The ability of those officials is about the same now."

Qin Guangmo's heart twitched and he took a step forward, "Yanzi, listen to me..."

He originally wanted to say something to comfort his friend, but Wei Yueyan had already changed the subject on his own, and he didn't want to get entangled in those irritating things in Beijing.

"Guangmo, it's not easy for You Tian to come here, that dense forest is too dangerous, let's bring people to the camp."

"No." Qin Guangmo flatly refused, "The situation is too chaotic now, You Tian didn't come here at the order of the emperor, and Yang Zisu is still in the camp, it's not a big deal, but it's easy to make things worse but."

Wei Yueyan nodded, "That's right." After she finished speaking, she unfolded the remaining half of the thin silk in her hand, and when she was contemplating, someone outside the tent urgently begged to see her.

"Report to the general!! Something bad happened, Mr. Yu was assassinated in the tent!!"

"What!" Wei Yueyan got up abruptly, and immediately walked out quickly, tightening the secret letter in his fist, Qin Guangmo followed closely behind, and the soldier also quickly followed behind Wei Yueyan to continue to explain the matter in detail.

By the time Wei Yueyan arrived, that Mr. Yu had already died of blood, vividly demonstrating what it means to be a scholar.Wei Yueyan was furious, she felt as if she had been thrown into a frying pan with ice cubes in it, while the scorching fire pressure was in her chest with nowhere to vent, but a bit of chill came down her spine from behind.The fingers holding the secret letter suddenly tightened, and the knuckles burst into a frightening bluish white, making the sound of knuckles rubbing against each other.

It turned out that there were far more ghosts in the barracks than she expected.

This Mr. Yu was one of Wei Yueyan's staff members who accompanied Wei Yueyan every time he went to war. The staff members were different from the chief military adviser, and the literati were inherently weak. Such assassination situations are common sense.But what is creepy is that this Mr. Yu has no other talents. The reason why Wei Yueyan thinks highly of him is because he has a supernatural ability——

Imitation word stunt.

Whether it is Daxia's military system or the traditional military establishment like Southern Xinjiang, spies and agents are all pervasive and hard to guard against.There are countless confidential documents in the exchange, and if one or two can be caught by chance, you can only stare at the secret letter that is clearly revealed.But if anyone has an expert who can imitate characters under his command, it is tantamount to occupying the commanding heights and having a great advantage in spy warfare.

The secret letter had just been received in her hands, and she had just thought of wrapping the secret letter, and in a blink of an eye the staff who copied the letter was assassinated in her account, she couldn't help thinking about it.

Wei Yueyan ordered a thorough investigation into the matter in public, but both she and Qin Guangmo knew that there was almost no suspense about the murderer.But whether it is a coincidence or a calculation, the most urgent thing is to think clearly about how to deal with this confidential letter.

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Ling Qiufan was resting in the cave, the thrill of the night and the acclimatization of the environment made her sleep uneasy this time, He Youtian tried his best to keep his voice down, but there were rustling noises between his movements The voice sounded extremely clear in the ears of the insomniac Ling Qiu.

"Sister Ling, are you still asleep?" Seeing Ling Qiufan slowly sitting up from the bed, He Youtian, who was worried about the secret letter, was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to light the fire, feeling wet. In the cold cave, some heating finally came back.

"General He has been tiring all day today, why doesn't he take a rest?" Ling Qiufan couldn't sleep by himself, seeing that He Youtian didn't sleep, he simply sat hugging his knees and chatting with him.

He Youtian had just received a secret letter from Qin Guangmo, and only then did he know that Mr. Yu in the barracks had been assassinated and died. No one could imitate the words, and this matter that was originally an advantage fell into an embarrassing situation.The secret letter intercepted by them has not been passed on to the spies stationed in Wei Yueyan's barracks for a long time, and there is a high possibility of accidents.

After hearing what he said, Ling Qiufan got off the stone bed without saying a word, dug out the tightly hidden package from the haystack beside him, took out the pen and ink from the inside, ground it, dipped it, looked up in puzzlement He Youtian, who watched her move, smiled lightly, his eyes glowed like autumn water, like the winter sun shining through the ice and shining crystals.

"Why don't you let me try it?"

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This time it was no longer Mishao who came to the cave, but Qin Guangmo himself.

He Youtian was so frightened that he almost jumped off the stone bed, he hurried over to block Qin Guangmo at the cave entrance, looked behind him for a long time to make sure that Wei Yueyan was not following, and then turned to call Ling Qiufan.

Qin Guangmo looked at Ling Qiufan, who was sitting up from the fox fur, and almost fell over in front of her and shouted long live.