The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

  Chapter 235, Inside Story

   It was precisely because of his decision that many tribal leaders who were originally loyal to Ketun Chanyu had no objection to his succession.

As soon as    approached, there was a conversation inside.

  In the camp, two Huns with thick beards and beards sat facing each other and ate barbecued meat.

   was still muttering something.

  Nan Feng followed Song Jingchen and listened, but he didn't understand a word after listening for a long time. He turned to look at his master, but saw that his brows were furrowed.

   should be understood, right?

  Nanfeng touched his nose and obediently went to help the wind.

   "This turtle grandson Zhuoda is still looking for the little prince?" asked one of the big men with scars at the corners of his eyes.

  The other person heard this and put the wine bowl in his hand heavily on the table: "I don't know where that dog thing heard that the little prince is not dead.

  Damn, I don't even think about the little prince's hairless child, so what if he finds it? Can we still take the throne back from our Shanyu? "

   "Anyway, we have to get the little prince before he finds it," said the scarred man, using his hand as a knife and wiping his neck.

   "Oh, don't worry, I just received the news that our people have found the trace of the little brat, and they will not have a chance to meet."

Speaking of this, he was still a little angry, he poured himself a bowl of wine and took a sip, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and sneered: "The **** can really run, since he made him run to Daxia, if it wasn't for the reminder from Mengji Duo Shanyu, he would It really made him run away.

   I'm afraid Trodat wouldn't have thought of it if he wanted to break his head, right? Hahaha……"

   Immediately afterwards, the two of them touched bowls and began to speak some foul language.

   When Song Jingchen heard what he wanted to hear, he waved to Nanfeng. The two of them retreated from the camp of the Huns without disturbing one person, just like when they came.

   "Master?" Nan Feng was really curious about what was said inside.

   "When will our people arrive?" Song Jingchen asked.

  South Wind: "About Yin Shi."

  Song Jingchen frowned, he spent enough time here, he didn't know Shangguanhan's current situation, it was really not easy to drag it on.

   And the heavy rain tonight can help him avoid the sentries of the Xiongnu army and sneak into Xunyang City.

   After thinking about it, he instructed Nanfeng: "I will enter Xunyang City tonight. You stay outside and wait for a few people. After meeting with them, you go."

   After listening to the order, Nanfeng blurted out, "I'll go into the city for the master."

   If you look for someone or something, there is no danger at first sight. How can you let the master take risks and hide behind the subordinates?

   "What can you do when you go in?" Song Jingchen poured a basin of cold water on him unceremoniously.

  South Wind: Yeah, what can he do? Without a master to use his brain, at most Xunyang could have one more starving ghost.

   He stopped talking, the master was too strong, they really had to fight to start.

   "Be sure to find people before the Huns." Song Jingchen told him, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the rainy night.

  Because of the rain, there was nothing in the distance except for the faint dots of light peeking out from the Huns' camp.

  Nanfeng glanced, and turned his horse's head toward the opposite direction from which Song Jingchen left just now.

   The place he agreed with Yitong.

   To his surprise, not long after he arrived, a dozen men in mink clothes came out of the woods, who were they if they weren't in a barrel?

   Seeing that there was only Nanfeng alone, he was stunned for a moment, and finished his work: "Why are you alone, master?"

   "Master asked me to wait for you here, he entered the city alone." Nan Feng was also very annoyed.

   If he knew that these people would arrive so early, he would not let the master enter the city alone.

   Yitong felt that something was wrong, frowned and asked, "What happened? Didn't you say you would wait for us?"

   As soon as he received the letter, he took the people here. In order to save time, they even took a shortcut.

  Nanfeng told him and Song Jingchen to sneak into the Huns' camp and the tasks that Song Jingchen had arranged for them.

   After saying that, the expression on Yitong's face was wrong, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

   "I received a biography of flying pigeons from Xiagou Village. The young lady took the dumplings out to look for the master soon after you left."

   Just now, Nan Feng didn't mention Shen Yijia, so he knew that the young lady hadn't caught up with them.

  It's been so long, Yaoji is unreliable. If something happens to the young lady, I can't believe Song Jingchen's anger.

  Nanfeng's heart skipped a beat, apparently thinking about it for a while with Yitong.

   "Then what should I do now? The master didn't tell me where he entered the city, and he couldn't catch up if he wanted to."

   Ning brows pondered: "We are divided into two groups. I and 30,000 will bring some people to find the little prince, and you bring some people to find the young lady."

  The master is not there, so we can only arrange it like this, without delay.

   After a few people agreed, the soldiers left in two ways.

   On the other side, Song Jingchen avoided the sentry and came to the moat. Due to the rain, the water level of the moat rose a lot.

  This moat has a tributary that flows into Xunyang City. He remembered that there was a flood in Xunyang when he was young. It is because of the long-term rainfall that the water level of this tributary rises and the drainage is insufficient.

  The original Xunyang was not as sparsely populated as it is now, and the flood that time took away the lives of most of the people in the city, which also caused an uproar in the court.

   He saw that his grandfather frowned every day because of this, so he read many historical books on water conservancy in his study by himself.

   If it is said that in this big summer, who knows best about the subsequent repair plan of this tributary, I am afraid it must be him.

   He calculated the rise of the water level and the direction of the tributary in his mind, and a fierce man plunged into the river.

   The last man in black fell. Except for Shen Yijia, Yaoji and Mo Yuan were both slightly injured, but luckily they were not serious.

   Originally, they stayed until the house was burned to the point that only one shelf was left, and they couldn't stay there, so a few people moved to another room to stay.

   By the time they took off their wet clothes, A Xun had rekindled the fire and heated hot water in a crock on top of the fire.

   "Brother, drink water." He poured out a bowl of hot water and carefully handed it to Shen Yijia.

  Shen Yijia was so cute, she reached out to pick it up, but Yaoji quickly took it away: "It's so hot, please be careful, I'll take it."

   said, and squeezed A Xun away, because the speed was too fast, a few drops of water in the bowl splashed out and scalded his hand, and the bowl of water was knocked over.

   "Hey, look at me. Why are you so careless?" Yaoji patted the back of his head angrily.

  A Xun gave him a deep look with blue eyes, pursed his lips and turned around to pour water for Shen Yijia again.

  Mo Yuan walked over with a blank face and snatched the pot from his hand: "I'll come."

   As a result, the crock pot fell directly to the ground, and all the water in it fell to the ground.

  Shen Yijia:

   Is it that hard to drink water?

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