Married to a nemesis

The burnt wound on Liu Yiwen's right arm flashed in his mind. Pei Qian was silent for a while before replying: "I didn't see the face clearly."

Fortunately, I didn't see clearly.

However, looking at Pei Qian's demeanor today, it seemed that she was not disappointed because no spy was found.

Under such circumstances, it's not like Pei Qian would make such a good mood, unless...

"Then am I frightened in vain?"

"It's not in vain."

He knew that Pei Qian had a clue, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a good mood.

"Why do you say that?"

Pei Qian took off his clothes naturally: "I fought with him, and the arrow hurt his right arm. If he is still hiding in the camp, it will be easier to find him."

"So my suspicions can be cleared?" Yuan Jinian moved his eyes away, and his eyes hurriedly glanced at Pei Qian's back.

"Not yet." Pei Qian untied her hair tie, her black hair was all loose on her back, "Maybe he just didn't recognize you."

See what this says.

But fortunately, Pei Qian had her back to him, so she didn't see the panic that just flashed in his eyes.

"Then why did you save me? Are you going to use me again?" Yuan Jinian lay back on the bed and closed his eyes.

Pei Qian said with a smile, which sounded like a joke: "It is because you have not been cleared of suspicion that you cannot die. If I find out your true identity one day, it will not be too late to kill you."

Yuan Ji Nian listened to what he said, but it didn't look like he was joking.

He couldn't help but think about this question.

If one day his identity is exposed, how can he retreat from the enemy army and return to Song Dynasty safely.

But no matter how you think about it, it is unlikely to really solve the problem.

"That's why you promised Mr. Liu to keep me here?" Just to monitor him?

"That's right." Pei Qian smiled, sat back on the side of the bed, and raised her hand to extinguish the candle.

Yuan Ji Nian tugged at the quilt, looked up, struggled for a long time but couldn't help but asked, "Can we keep the candles alive tonight?"

"Your Highness is scared? Could it be that His Highness is also afraid of the dark?" Pei Qian's words were full of sarcasm.

He still remembered that Liu Yiwen said just now that Prince Zhou likes to light a lamp when he sleeps recently.

Yuan Ji Nian brazenly said things against his will, but he grabbed the quilt with more force: "Prince Zhou is afraid of the dark, but I am not."

As soon as the voice fell, the room darkened, and the red candle was emitting clear smoke.

It's really gone.

Yuan Ji Nian closed his eyes and didn't dare to open them. When he felt that the person beside him was on the bed, he moved his body nonchalantly and moved closer to him.

"What is Your Highness doing so close to me?" Pei Qian opened her eyes, turned around and approached him, facing him.

Eyes shrouded in the dark night flickered, like stars, staring straight at Yuan Ji Nian.

"I didn't." Yuan Ji Nian turned over and turned his back to him.

A few hours later, Yuan Ji Nian tossed and turned and still couldn't fall asleep.

Ruowu's cat-like purring was always like a ray of magic sound, which entered his ears and echoed in his mind, lingering, completely overcoming his little fear of the dark.

Yuan Ji Nian turned over again, faced Pei Qian, and pushed him: "Did you do it on purpose?"

He didn't use much force, but he just didn't expect that Pei Qian fell off the couch with such a push.

Yuan Ji Nian thought he would wake up, climbed onto the bed and threatened him viciously with a small arrow.

But the person who rolled under the bed only turned over and went back to sleep, and the cat's purring started again.

Yuan Ji Nian crawled to the bed and took a look, seeing that he was sleeping well, so he didn't bother him, pulled off the quilt, and occupied the bed with his whole body.

Hearing the low hums, he was also very sleepy, and after a while he got used to it, and his eyelids slowly closed.

dawn.

The river between Zhouying and Songying is flowing slowly in the sun, and on the opposite bank of the river in Songying, a green paper kite is lying quietly.

A pair of hands appeared, and the owner of the hand bent down and picked up the paper kite on the ground. After taking out the letter inside, he turned around and went back to the camp, and got into one of the tents.

"General, I just went to watch the river in a humble position, and found this on the river bank." The speaker held the paper kite in one hand, and handed over the letter in the other hand.

"I picked it up by the river?" The person standing in front of him took the letter and confirmed it.

"Yes."

After getting the confirmation, he opened the letter and said strangely: "The opposite is Zhou Jun's camp, could it be a letter from the people over there?"

The other people around him seemed unwilling to believe it, and they all speculated about the content of the letter and the purpose of the letter.

"Did they set a date for the battle?"

"Don't you want to ask for peace? A group of little bastards are afraid before the war, useless! I remember that their commander this time is that little beauty, that is, he assassinated our highness the crown prince, and they want to ask for peace like this. His mother thought it was beautiful." A burly man who was nearly forty years old had a loud voice.

After he finished speaking, everyone else was aroused: "Yes, he killed His Highness the Crown Prince, so we can't just let him go."

"His Royal Highness has treated us well. In the past few months, we have practiced day and night, just waiting to annihilate the enemy army in one fell swoop. When we capture the Great Zhou, it is time for us to repay our favor."

"What's the matter?" The person who was talking saw that their general's hand holding the letter began to shake, and his expression was serious, but when he read the letter, his eyes were full of excitement.

"Look at this handwriting, is it exactly the same as His Royal Highness's handwriting?" The general passed the letter in his hand to others to read.

The person who received the letter glanced at it briefly, and sighed in disbelief: "This...is indeed His Highness's handwriting."

The other two or three people who were standing also surrounded them, and finally got unanimous emotion.

"There are still such coincidences in the world." People who have seen it are still in shock.

"What coincidence? His Highness is no longer here." The burly man slapped the table and retorted, "Have you seen the contents of the letter? It's all about Zhou Ying's plan, which we hid in the Da Zhou army camp. The secret work has been discovered a long time ago, so who sent this letter and what its purpose is, everyone will know after thinking about it."

The general looked at the letter with firm eyes: "It seems that someone deliberately imitated His Highness the Crown Prince, intending to confuse us with His Highness the Crown Prince's handwriting, making us think that he is one of our own. He must have written to us to mislead us and obtain our trust."

"Yes, I think that little...that enemy commander is very suspicious. He has been a hostage in our Great Song Dynasty. He must have a way to get close to His Royal Highness and take the opportunity to imitate His Highness's handwriting."

Several people nodded in agreement: "It must be his fault."

"Do you want to believe the contents of this letter?"

The general took the letter back and looked at the content: "The letter said that there will be a small team with a small number of people coming from the north. After we are drawn out, the main force of the enemy will besiege from behind."

"This must be to mislead us and make us neglect our manpower in the north. No matter how easy he is to attack from the north, he thinks we are so easy to deceive." The burly man patted the table again, with a see-through smile on his face, "We just want to do the opposite, focus on strengthening the defense of the north, and transfer the manpower from other places to the north."

"Then this letter, do you want to tell His Highness Fifth?"

"His Highness Fifth said let us figure it out." The leading general put down the letter.

"Oh, if His Royal Highness was here, I wouldn't..." One person sighed, and the rest remained silent, but they all knew each other well, and they knew what the other was worrying about.

"General, my subordinates found a picture." Another person hastily entered the tent and took out a picture, "This was found outside the camp early in the morning."

"It's outside the camp again." The people present looked at each other strangely.

The general took the picture, squinted his eyes and looked at it several times: "What picture is this?"

He showed it to others.

The person who took the picture looked left and right, with a confused look on his face: "I can't understand it, I'm afraid it's not some military and political secret. I heard about such things, and laymen can't see anything."

Everyone who saw the picture shook their heads and passed it on to the next person.The picture was passed around, but no one understood it.

The burly man said roughly: "In my opinion, this is just an ordinary broken painting. The enemy is trying to play tricks on us. Throw it away!"

The general snatched the painting from his hand: "This painting does not look simple. You can see that the lines are thick and thin, and there are a few dots in the middle. Maybe there is some mystery in it."

He waved his hand to the pawn who brought the painting and said, "Go, let other people come and recognize this painting tonight."

Yuan Ji Nian was sitting in the tent, waiting for the good news.

Today is the day when Pei Qian plans to attack the Song Dynasty. Pei Qian must have been looking forward to this day for a long time.

Of course Yuan Ji Nian was no exception.

The good news he was waiting for was the good news from Song Dynasty.

Early yesterday morning, Pei Qian set off with a mighty team, and Yuan Ji Nian followed behind him, but was rejected by Pei Qian who said, "The battlefield is dangerous, the safety of His Royal Highness must be the most important thing".

It's bullshit to say that safety is the most important thing.

Pei Qian posted a lot of people outside his tent, and there were people watching his every move. It was clear that they didn't believe him, and they were afraid that he would be a hindrance.

But at this time, Yuan Ji Nian didn't plan to do anything, he had already done what he could, and was just waiting for the result.

I thought so, but Yuan Ji Nian always felt that it was not that simple, and his heart was always beating in a panic.

He didn't know if Song Jun would make a correct response based on the news in the letter, and Pei Qian was cunning, so he wasn't sure if Pei Qian would change his plan temporarily, or if he had changed his plan long ago.

The more he thought about it, the more upset he became, Yuan Ji Nian returned to the table, drinking cup after cup of herbal tea to meditate.

As soon as Yuan Ji Nian took a cup of tea, he heard the sound of orderly footsteps in the distance, as well as the sound of a horse that seemed to be asking for credit, accompanied by the tired and slow sound of hooves. Judging from the size of the sound, it should be Pei Qian returned with his troops.

The author has something to say: Song Jun took the painting and called it an expert.