I'm a Buddhist foster child

The address is the old lair of the Jihu people by the river. Yu Wenzhi took only fifty cronies to "encircle and suppress" the old lair of the Jihu people. Didn't he go and never return?

This is Yang Guang's idea to let Yu Wenzhi live and die on his own, once and for all. Anyway, it's none of his business that the Jihu people killed him. This trick of killing him with a knife is extremely subtle.

Hearing the chaotic voice in front of him, Yang Jian hurriedly called everyone to hide. They didn’t bring many people, so they must not be head-to-head. Seeing that the situation was wrong, Yu Wenzhi wanted to run away, but it was too late, and Jihu’s troops were in full force. They dispatched and directly arrested Yu Wenzhi and all fifty of his cronies, without missing a single one.

Yu Wenhui was dumbfounded, and said: "Yu Wenzhi, this is...is this sent to die?"

Yuchi Youqi frowned and said, "How did Yu Wenzhi find out that the camp of the Jihu people is so hidden?"

That's right, how did Yu Wenzhi find out?

Yang Jian squinted his eyes, bent down, and happened to pick up a mottled honey scented paper on the ground full of fallen leaves.

The Anmi scented paper was obviously dropped by Yu Wenzhi just now when he was struggling. It was the fake letter written by Xiao Baozi. Yang Jian unfolded it and saw that it was the handwriting of King Lanling. Can be fake!

Yu Wenhui said: "Yu Wenzhi has been arrested, what should we do now?"

Yang Jian shook the letter, with a cheerful smile on his lips, and said, "It's not that we don't save, we are outnumbered, so withdraw."

……

Midnight.

Yang Guang was sleeping soundly, feeling a bit cool around him, he stretched out his hand to touch it, and found that Yang Jian didn't know what to think about, so he turned over and sat up, sure enough, Yang Jian didn't know where he went, and he wasn't in the house in the middle of the night.

squeak-

At this moment, the door of the house was gently pushed open, and Yang Jian strolled in from the outside.

Yang Guang pretended to be a childish voice, raised his round face, rubbed his eyes with his small hands, ran over with a clingy look, "baji" hugged Yang Jian's calf and shook it, She spared no effort to be cute, and said sweetly: "Father! Where did father go!"

Yang Jian didn't answer Yang Guang's question right away. With a shake of his hand and a clatter, he unfolded the fake letter imitating the handwriting of King Lanling in front of Yang Guang, with a gentle smile on his face and a gentle voice in the dark In the middle of the night, he said softly, "Who are you?"