Attack it unprepared, suffer it not tired

After walking for a while, Ying Fenglong led us to settle in an inn.

Although the inn looked dilapidated, living here could save him a lot of money.

But why isn't there even a horse feeder?

Their horses have been walking for a day and a night, so they are tired and want to eat grass, okay?

Didn’t Jun Wuyan say that the people here, especially the men, love horses very much?Why didn't I see a horse cellar.

Jia She pulled his son Mo aggressively to the counter to ask the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper looked at him in surprise: "Guest officer, just now we asked the lord just now, and he said that there is no need to feed horses in the stables!"

"Who?"

Jia She turned back and pointed to a group of people around him, asking the shopkeeper to name that person.

The shopkeeper turned his head away, and said: "The guest officer has a dark complexion, is tall and powerful, and is not here."

Jia She held his breath for a while, pressed it in his stomach, and swallowed his teeth and blood down his throat. It turned out to be the black bun!

"Hmph!" Jia She raised her eyes and snorted twice.

There was nothing to say, and he made a gesture to leave after pulling Young Master Mo.

But Young Master Mo grabbed him, took out two taels of silver from his cuff, and handed it to the shopkeeper.

Jia She's hand was not as fast as the shopkeeper's, and he didn't stop this prodigal man in time.

He said to the shopkeeper in a slightly hoarse voice: "Please tell the shopkeeper to take us to the horse cellar. The journey is difficult, and the horses also need to rest."

The image of Young Master Mo was like a golden Buddha in Jia She's eyes.

There was a layer of Buddha's light all over his body, the golden light was shining brightly, and a few words were pressed on the top of his head-the empathetic prodigal son.

Young Master Mo took Jia She's hand, seeing him staring blankly, with helplessness and powerlessness on his face, he could only sigh lightly.

Young Master Mo led Jia She, and Jia She led the white horse, followed by another black horse.

Under the leadership of the inn's waiter, the two found the horse cellar of the inn.

If there is a horse cellar, there must be a manger. Jia She looked at a reddish-brown horse beside the manger, and felt so angry!

This is whose horse looks so similar to Ying Fenglong's!

People are alike and horses are alike.

Jia She knew that this horse was naturally not that stingy bun Ying Fenglong.

His horse was led by his subordinates to eat dirt somewhere.

Just seeing this horse reminds him of Ying Fenglong, the horse is really innocent.

Jia She withdrew his eyes, and Young Master Mo led a white horse over behind him.

His black horse must have taken a fancy to the white horse, so he wandered blindly behind Gongzi Mo's white horse all day long.

Jia She knocked on the head of his own black horse, despising it: "Little black bun, look at your talent, isn't it just a little whiter than you!"

Young Master Mo was feeding the horse, but he didn't look at Jia She who was behind him.

Raising his head casually, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a black figure protruding from the upstairs window.

When he took a closer look, the upstairs window was closed, blocking his view.

He remained calm, but paused for a moment.

Jia She flew a platycodon stalk towards him, puzzled and said, "Zimo, are you thinking about my young master? So engrossed..."

Young Master Mo looked in the direction of the window, squinting at the reddish-brown horse behind Jia She.

Perhaps he was thinking too much, what he just looked at was that horse, not Jia She?

When Jia She was joking with Young Master Mo, the black horse next to Jia She suddenly became restless, what the hell is going to rebel!

I saw him bypassing Jia She's side and walking towards another reddish-brown horse in the manger.

The platycodon scum that had just been chewed in his mouth fell out with his open mouth, and there was a "whoosh" sound from his nose.

Next to someone else's reddish-brown horse, howled.

Jia She looked dumbfounded behind it!

My black horse turned out to be a sentimental breed, just now I saw it leaning on Mr. Mo's white horse, but now it ran beside the reddish-brown horse.

The red-brown horse seemed to be an arrogant master, and he always refused the approach of the black horse.

Howling at the top of its lungs, it called back Jia She's soul.

Jia Li immediately pulled back his dark horse and reprimanded it

"Little bastard! Do you still have my master in your eyes? You are responsible for forcing others..."

Young Master Mo behind him let out a chuckle from his throat, and said, "Fortunately, the owner of this horse is not here, otherwise it would be bad for you to be responsible for his horse."

Inexplicably, Jia She felt that he was taking pleasure in other's misfortune, so he knocked on the horse's head again.

"Did you hear what your uncle Zimo said, if you startle the master, ask me, I will send you to him and chop it into mud!"

After feeding the horses, Jia She and Young Master Mo walked out of the horse cellar.

When the shopkeeper saw them come out with wrinkled faces, he said hello.

Young Master Mo is a man of etiquette, and when he sees other people showing affection to him, he naturally turns around.

Nodding towards the shopkeeper, he would return three cents of the wine if someone gave him peaches and plums.

When he turned around and saw Jia She running down suddenly, he was taken aback and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Jia She's eyes swept the streets of Manqiu twice, and his eyes dimmed with disappointment.

Fu Hui turned around and replied: "It's nothing, my eyes are blurred, I thought some thief stole my purse."

Just now when they went upstairs, someone touched Jia She on the shoulder, but Jia She didn't care.

It's just that the familiar scent of sandalwood hit his nose, but Jia She felt inexplicably familiar, it was the smell of Yu Fei!

By the time I chased him down, he had already disappeared into the street crowd.

Who is that, is it really Yufei?

What did he come to Manqiu for?

Why is he here?Did he follow Ying Fenglong all the way to come here?

Thinking of the Demon Cult and those unclear things in the court, Jia She had a headache.

Can't this dead man just stay and be his demon cult leader?

I can't control him even if he kills some emperors on weekdays, so why did he come out to fight against the court!

Isn't this touching the knife edge with your neck!I hate my life for too long.

There was nothing Jia She did in private that did not go against the court.

But this matter is extraordinary!

Hong Zhenyan's rebellion failed to coerce Queen Mother Liu and fled to Manqiu, which was the thorn in every emperor's heart.

A man with great power since ancient times would never allow others to covet the imperial power in his own hands.

When Jia She was eating dinner, he was obviously distracted, and Young Master Mo didn't touch him when he was by his side.

Jun Wuyan was even more speechless in the past two days, Ying Fenglong watched coldly, and the meal at the table was eaten in silence.

After dinner, Jia She and Jun Wuyan were called to Yingfenglong's room, saying that they wanted to discuss how to catch Hong Zhenyan.

Anyway, Jia She has a post of joining the army on his head, and the left and right are empty.

It can be regarded as a half-hearted court official.

If they can't rescue Empress Dowager Liu and capture Hong Zhenyan during this trip, none of them will have good fruit to eat, and the emperor will not let them go.

Now Jia She and them are like grasshoppers on a rope, even if he wants to, he can't go too far.

One prospers all, one loses all, it's better not to try to deal with some demon moths!

Jia She and Jun Wuyan were seated on the left side of Ying Fenglong, surrounded by two leaders of the forbidden army, the windows were not closed, and the room felt a little cold.

"Do you adults have any good ideas to capture the traitor?"

Ying Fenglong sat tall and straight, his voice was hoarse and muddy.

Jun Wuyan was the first to say: "Your official thought that Hong Zhenyan already knew that we came to Manqiu, so he would definitely take precautions.

It's really not easy to go door-to-door in a place as big as Manqiu. It's better to lure him into the bait and let him show himself. "

The other two imperial guards probably thought the same way, nodding their heads in agreement: "This subordinate also thinks the same way, we need to think of a plan to lure the traitor out by himself."

Ying Fenglong didn't know what he was thinking about, and there was still no expression on his face, and he tapped on the table with one hand.

Jia She didn't want to make a sound, and he couldn't think of any good ideas, so it's better not to join in the blind.

Don't look at Ying Feng's long-standing black and dull and boring.

But he has a very quick mind and deep thoughts, he must have thought of more ideas than the men Jia She molested.

Sure enough, not for a while.

Seeing Ying Fenglong said: "I have a plan here, I don't know if it is feasible, my lords listen to it..."

Jia She and the others stretched their necks, washed their ears, and listened respectfully to his ideas.

Listening, everyone agreed with his idea, and Jia She also felt that his idea was feasible, and he was indeed a well-deserved black bun, and his brain was turning quickly.

"Then who will go to this person?" A leader of the forbidden army asked aloud.