Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

"What?" Murong Chong glanced at him, then walked behind the screen to change clothes.

"Your clothes are full of dust and mud on the soles of your shoes. When we stopped to camp last night, your clothes were not like this."

Murong Chong raised his eyebrows unmoved, took off his coat unhurriedly, and said, "It's as you saw it, sir."

Zhao Huajing stopped and thought for a moment, then asked Murong Chong: "You knew Qin Jun was near us? Didn't you break into Qin Jun's barracks last night?!"

"Mister is really clever." Murong Chong's playful voice came from behind the screen, Zhao Hua was so angry that he almost lost his usual demeanor.

He almost couldn't control his anger, and asked sharply: "Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Just in time, Murong Chong changed his clothes and came out from behind the screen. Seeing Zhao Hua's serious face, he smiled even more recklessly: "Why don't you make a bet with me, sir?"

"What do you mean?"

"Sir, I'm worried that my trespassing into the Qin army at night will bring us trouble, so how about I bet that those Qin soldiers who monitor our camp will not be seen again when they wake up tomorrow morning? Would you like to make this bet with me, sir?" Murong Chong said at the same time. He walked to the long table in the middle of the tent and sat down, looking for the map he had read yesterday.

Zhao Hua calmed down. Seeing Murong Chong's sure look, he felt relieved a lot, but he still couldn't feel completely at ease and asked, "Why are you so sure, my lord?"

Murong Chong looked up at him and said, "Since it's a bet, it's naturally my guess."

Zhao Hua's mood that had just calmed down was about to lose control again, but fortunately nothing showed except for his frowning. He was worried that if he continued to compete with Murong Chong like this, he would lose control, so he had to salute and leave quickly.

As soon as Zhao Hua withdrew, Murong Chong's tooth-itching evil smile disappeared, replaced by furrowed brows and increasingly cold eyes.

Seeing Fu Jian last night, he hurriedly ran away before he even had time to react, and the whole day's nightmare made him feel unreal.For a moment, Murong Chong suspected that all this was a dream, and when he opened his eyes, he was still the despicable child molester within the walls of the Qin Palace.

This kind of thinking almost swallowed all his rationality several times, making him want to rush out uncontrollably, so he rushed in front of Fu Jian, killed him, or was killed by him.

Suddenly he remembered that when he was kneeling under Fu Jian's head, his hands trembled uncontrollably. Others might not be able to see it, but Murong Chong himself knew that it was the slight tremor that made him hesitate to draw the knife.

Annoyed, he punched the table, and a small gap was cracked in the thick wooden table.Murong Chong stood up and paced back and forth in the tent, an opportunity was lost like this, when will there be another opportunity?

It was already dark, and except for those who were still awake on patrol, everyone else had already fallen asleep.

Perhaps it was because Murong Chong had been tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep because he had slept all day, but he couldn't have another scene of running into Qin's army at night.

Sighing, staring at the ceiling in a daze, for some reason, the image of Fu Jian came into his mind again, Murong Chong was agitated, wanted to go out to practice swords, but also thought that the Qin army guarding outside the camp should have not left yet, I can only look at the official business and distract myself from these unpleasant thoughts.

Among the piled letters, a familiar font came into view, and Murong Chong smiled unconsciously. This should be his most genuine smile since the march.

Murong Chong unfolded the letter paper, and the familiar small characters came into view.Xian'a's handwriting is very similar to her, but not quite like her. Her handwriting is too gentle and weak, but she has never been weak. At least in Murong Chong's view, she is much stronger than himself.

In the letter, Xian'a explained his situation only for a short paragraph, and the rest was about asking about Murong Chong's situation, asking him to add clothes in the cold weather, eat on time, and of course take care of himself.

Xian'a didn't say what she missed, but Murong Chong could still feel it through pen and ink.

In comparison, Murong Chong realized that since he left Jingcheng, he hadn't thought about Xian'a, perhaps because he knew that it was difficult to go back to the previous days, or perhaps because the desire for revenge far outweighed any emotional objection at this moment. own influence.

But for forgetting Xian'a like this, Murong Chong was still a little annoyed with himself.

So I hurriedly polished my ink and wrote back to Xian'a...

At this time, Qin's camp was still brightly lit, and every soldier was vigilantly guarding his surroundings.

Of course, it's not just because the King of Great Qin was almost assassinated, but more importantly, because the assassin may not sneak into any camp, and then kill all the innocent soldiers in the camp.

People only really pay attention to danger when it threatens them.

Fu Jian sat on the soft bed, rubbed his forehead tiredly, and said to the person kneeling down: "What? I have thirty thousand Yu Linlang with me, but I can't even sleep with peace of mind? You guys Do you really think that assassin would be so stupid that he attempted to assassinate last night, and continue tonight?"

"The last general is all for His Majesty's safety. Just in case, I implore Your Majesty to be wronged for a while."

"Just in case?" Fu Jian sneered and said, "Why didn't the assassin come on guard before he came?"

Seeing that the people below were still arguing, Fu Jian quickly waved his hands and said, "You all go and watch outside the account! I'm tired, so I need to rest well!"

Seeing Fu Jian's cold face, several people had no choice but to withdraw from the account.

"Call General Hao over here." When they opened the curtain and were about to go out, they heard Fu Jian's voice ordering.

General Hao, who was sent by special call, saluted, raised his head and saw Fu Jian casually nodding to him, and asked, "Are your people still watching there?"

"Your Majesty, it's still there."

"Is there any new news to tell me?"

"This..." General Hao didn't know what to say for a moment.

"It seems that I didn't get anything." Fu Jian said softly, his tone was calm, and there was no emotion.

"The last general is incompetent." General Hao could only kneel down again.

Fu Jian didn't let him get up this time, leaned on the soft couch, and said slowly with the same tone as before: "It seems that I, a person who sits in a carriage all day in a tent, knows more than you."

General Hao lowered his head even lower: "I implore the king to calm down, the final general is willing to accept the punishment."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Jian smiled and said, "Why does it look like I'm angry?"

"The last will not dare to speculate on the holy will."

Fu Jian laughed even worse, and said, "General, that's not what I said here."