Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 377 At this time, I really want to...

"Father, we have searched the bodies of those assassins who were captured alive during the day, and we can basically determine where they came from."

A hundred miles away from the capital city, at the Yuchuan Post Station, the red-robed boy took off his silver armor and raised his hand to rub the center of his brows with a little tiredness.

In the battle in the forest, they captured a hundred dead soldiers, excluding those who died on the spot and those who were not watched and committed suicide by taking poison, there were still about forty people alive.

Since they arrived at the posthouse in the afternoon, they began to search and dispose of the corpses in the forest. The group of people have been busy until now, and they just cleaned up neatly.

"The identities of that group of people are very complicated. There are eight people from Jiuxuan from the northern border, fifteen from Yuechuan from the East China Sea, and 20 people from Sangruo from the southern border. The most exaggerated one is the Western Merchants of the Desert."

Mu Xiuning's tone paused slightly, he raised his head and glanced at his father: "A total of 36 people have been sent here."

"This is enough to form a 36-day array." The young man curled his lips in disgust, and patted Mu Wenjing's shoulder sympathetically, "Father, it seems that there are enough people in this world who want your old life. "

"Na Sangruo and Xishang really spent their money."

Such a small country has sent twenty or thirty dead soldiers at one go, how much does it cost?
The red-robed boy quietly did a simple mental calculation, and his scalp tingled uncontrollably.

——If the battalion wants to train an elite soldier, at least it will cost 3000 taels of silver, plus three to five years, but if the royal family wants to train a dead soldier, the money and time spent will only be compared This is more.

Doesn't this mean that Sang Ruo and Xishang spent 10,000+ taels of snowflake silver in just this trip!

They, Sang Ruo and the Xishang treasury, can earn one million taels a year?
Mu Xiuning squinted his eyes. Although he was not in the household department, he had heard his father and Emperor Yunjing talk about the state treasury a few times.

Their one-year tax revenue from flattening the national treasury is only more than 600 million taels of silver. If they really throw in 10,000+ taels all at once, Emperor Yunjing will feel distressed for a long time, let alone small border countries like Southern Xinjiang and the desert.

Such a big momentum, such a big battle, and all kinds of poisons and countless hidden weapons they found from those dead men...

This group of people really wanted to put his father to death.

A gleam of gloom flashed across the bottom of the young man's eyes. If the news network in the hands of His Highness the Seventh Prince was not strong enough, and his younger sister had the foresight to send Mingxuan in advance, his father might be in danger this time. .

"Damn, it's not a day or two before they want me to be the leader." Mu Wenjing shrugged nonchalantly, "Where are the remaining twenty or so people? Don't tell me, how many people are left?" The country did not act this time."

For more than [-] years on the frontier battlefield, he had already disregarded life and death, and it was not uncommon for him to be reduced to a corpse shrouded in horse leather.

Right now, there are only two things that can make him feel at ease. One is that Mu Xiuning is still young and inexperienced. If he is allowed to directly take over the Mu family army, he may not be able to protect the ordinary people; He also can't help but miss it.

Apart from these, he has nothing to worry about.

He has lived for more than forty years, has fought in battle, killed enemies, defended his family and defended his country.

He had nothing to regret, except that Yuer died too early-that was the pain of his life.

"How could there be no action." Mu Xiuning snorted upon hearing this, "Among the remaining twenty or so people, six are from Hanze, four are from Fuli, and the rest are bits and pieces from all over the world."

"Fuli?" Mu Wenjing raised his eyebrows, his eyes slightly surprised, "It's rare to see Fuli get involved in muddy water once."

Fuli and Qianping are the two most powerful countries here. The two countries occupy one side, and they are fighting against each other.

The emperors of both sides knew very well that if they really fought, most of them would lose both sides. Instead, it would be easy for the surrounding small countries to take advantage of the opportunity. Therefore, it is customary to keep the well water and the river water, and the border is much more peaceful than other places.

Coupled with the fact that there is a former empress...the relationship between Gan Ping and Fu Liming can even be called "not bad".

"Who knows, it's probably because the border has been stable for too long, and they feel that they have accumulated enough strength, and they want to take this opportunity to cause trouble and test His Majesty's attitude." The young man scratched his head and said casually.

He is a general, so he really can't figure out the twists and turns, such a complicated and troublesome thing, it's better to leave it to a black-hearted thing like Mo Junli.

Thinking of some teenagers, Mu Xiuning gritted his teeth silently—he only hoped that after returning, his little sister wasn't kidnapped and turned into someone else's sister.

"It's hard to say." Mu Wenjing shook his head, telling him intuitively that this matter was definitely not as simple as his son thought.

But he really didn't have a clue about this meeting, so he simply put this thing aside for a while, and made plans after he returned to Beijing and informed Emperor Yunjing.

And how to escort the dead soldiers they captured back...

The veteran's head swelled up, and he stared blankly at the candlestick on the table, his thoughts wandering involuntarily, he didn't really want to think about this problem.

——At this time, he misses his bad brother Mo Jingyao very much.

"Mingyuan, have you delivered the letter to Beijing?" Mu Wenjing rubbed his forehead with a headache, "What should we do with those who died, bury them on the spot, or send them back as they are?"

"Send it. I think the people under His Highness the Seventh Prince will use goshawks to deliver the message." Mu Xiuning nodded, "I think if the speed is fast enough, we will receive a reply tomorrow."

"Okay, let's take a rest here tomorrow for the time being." Mu Wenjing clapped his palms resolutely, "Everyone is tired after fighting for a long time. Anyway, Yuchuan is only a hundred miles away from the capital, so it won't take much time to rush back. .”

"Okay, Dad." The red-robed boy nodded obediently, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and made a gesture of running away, "Then Dad, if you have nothing else to do, I'll go back and rest first?"

"Wait a minute, don't rush away." Seeing that he was about to run away, Mu Wenjing immediately grabbed the boy by the back collar, carried him back to the original place like a chicken, and then rushed towards the next door Nu Zui.

"Today's fight was a bit scary, and I don't know if this northern Xinjiang saint who has been well-clothed and well-fed since she was a child was scared."

"Mingyuan, before you go back to the house, stop by her and ask her to make sure that she is all right before leaving." Mu Wenjing said, "Don't make us mess up again, and leave a bad impression on people."

He has always felt that Ye Tianlin's handling of this matter is outrageous—isn't there a man who can take care of them in Hanze?Appointing a girl as an envoy is obviously pushing people into the fire pit!

However, this is Hanze's state affairs after all, and Ye Zhifeng's identity is indeed enough to be an envoy. He is an outsider, so it's hard to say anything.

"You always give people the imperial city under attack, so what kind of impression do you want?" Mu Xiuning pursed his lips, "But old man, why don't you go?"

"Nonsense! The Saintess of Northern Xinjiang is about the same age as you. In the middle of the night, I deliberately ran out to ask, is it suitable?" Mu Wenjing whispered, this is his house, and he doesn't move his nest, and he doesn't go along the way!
"Say it as if I'm the right one." The corners of the boy's lips twitched—he wasn't much better.

"Who told us that there are no girls in our army...others are even more inappropriate." Mu Wenjing lowered his head and muttered, while kicking Mu Xiuning's ass, "Hurry up!"

　The father and son of the Mu family: I can't play around, so I ask the black-hearted emperor of the Mo family to fight!

　　And
　　Second brother, Ah Ci was not abducted into someone else's sister
　　She was just kidnapped to be someone else's wife
　　
　
(End of this chapter)