Song Yuanhuanzhi

"Song Huan...!"

Fu Yuanzhi suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

He looked at the arrangement in the tent, and then came back to his senses.

He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow.

Fortunately, it was a dream.

At this time, outside the tent, Han Cheng's voice came, "Master Fu, are you awake?"

Fu Yuanzhi looked at the entrance: "General Han, please come in."

Han Cheng came in, saw the sweat on Fu Yuanzhi's forehead, and said with concern: "This journey is difficult, Mr. Fu is not feeling well? Do you need to call a military doctor?"

Fu Yuanzhi wiped his face with a handkerchief, motioned for Han Cheng to sit down, and said, "It's nothing."

Fu Yuanzhi didn't want to continue talking about it, and asked instead: "What's the matter with General Han coming at this time?"

Han Cheng didn't turn the corner, and said directly: "All the food and grass that Mr. Fu brought this time are wild wheat?"

Fu Yuanzhi said: "[-]% rice, [-]% wheat, [-]% wild wheat."

Han Cheng said: "I'm not very clear about the storage of Panmai. I would like to ask Mr. Fu to follow me to the warehouse to see if there is anything that needs attention."

Fu Yuanzhi nodded, stood up and said, "Then let's go now."

Han Cheng said: "If Mr. Fu is not feeling well, you can rest first, and it doesn't matter if you go tomorrow."

Fu Yuanzhi shook his head and said, "Looking at the sky today, if it will rain tomorrow, it's better to make plans early."

Han Cheng and Fu Yuanzhi got out of the tent, and unconsciously looked up at the sky, there was no cloud in the sky.

Although it is cold, there is no sign of rain tomorrow.

However, it is better to believe that there is, not to believe that it is not.

Seeing Han Cheng's actions, Fu Yuanzhi did not show any displeasure, and he will see the truth tomorrow.

Han Cheng looked away, seeing Fu Yuanzhi waiting quietly, couldn't help but cleared his throat in embarrassment, and said, "Master Fu, let's go."

Hearing the words, Fu Yuanzhi turned around and nodded politely.

After the two walked for a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the warehouse. Fu Yuanzhi and Han Cheng went in to check the situation, and said, "Prepare more oiled paper, and put them on the floor to keep out moisture."

Fu Yuanzhi inspected the warehouse again, and then mentioned all the areas that need to be improved.In fact, as a grain storage warehouse, it is generally well protected against moisture, and Fu Yuanzhi is just optimizing the details that they don't know about.

An hour later, the two were about to go out when a soldier hurried over not far away, and he still smelled bad.

"General Han, General Han!" The soldier shouted anxiously.

Han Cheng frowned, and ordered someone to let the other party come over, and then he asked: "What does it sound like to be in a hurry! What happened?"

The soldier shrank his shoulders first, and after hearing the next sentence, he became bolder and wanted to cry: "My lord, Lord Hou's wife is gone!"

Han Cheng: "!!!"

Fu Yuanzhi: "???"

Lord Hou?

Han Cheng shouted in a low voice: "What is the Marquis's wife!? Don't talk nonsense!"

Only then did the pawn come back to his senses. He was so nervous that he was incoherent just now, so he hurriedly made amends: "The little one made a mistake. It is the wife of Master Hou Zhanma who is missing!"

Han Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't a big deal, and when he realized whose horse it was, he frowned and said, "What's the matter with you? The war horse may also disappear!"

The soldier said aggrievedly: "General, this subordinate is going to bring some rations for it. Who knows, it will disappear in a blink of an eye!"

Seeing this, Fu Yuanzhi asked, "Are there any other horses missing?"

Although the pawn didn't know who this person was, he was not a small person who could stand with General Han. He hesitated and replied, "There is still one more horse."

Han Cheng's voice was cold and stern, and said: "Then hurry up and say it!"

The soldier was shaken by the fierceness, and hurriedly confessed: "Also, there was a few days ago, you, the BMW you brought over to let go, Xiaolu."

Han Cheng: "..."

Fu Yuanzhi: "!!!"

Fu Yuanzhi stepped forward quickly, looked at Han Cheng, and asked, "Xiaolu?"

Seeing that things had come to this point, Han Cheng could only ask the soldiers to take them to the racecourse while explaining roughly to Fu Yuanzhi.

The light in Fu Yuanzhi's eyes dimmed, and his heart felt lost.

In the end or missed.

Racecourse corner
One just enough to pass a horse's width was destroyed.

Han Cheng stepped forward to check the traces.

The soldier was afraid that he would be involved, so he quickly explained: "It doesn't look like someone made it."

Han Cheng squatted on the ground, looking at the uneven fracture, suddenly felt a toothache.

This is shooting yourself in the foot, right?
Who would have known that this was actually the result of the cooperation between the wolf and the horse?
Where is Song Huan's pet?Is it a fairy? !
Han Cheng looked at Fu Yuanzhi, the Tanhualang, and thought that there was another champion in the capital who married the prostitute's daughter.

Gee tut.

He suddenly felt that this matter was not particularly weird.

Fu Yuanzhi couldn't understand Han Cheng's enlightened expression on his body.

Fu Yuanzhi was not curious about what he was thinking, so he just asked, "Then, should we send someone to chase him now?"

Han Cheng shook his head, got up, patted the crumbs on his hands, and said, "No need, I probably know where they went."

Fu Yuanzhi asked curiously, "Where?"

Han Cheng said: "You can't say it."

"But I can tell Mr. Fu responsibly that it is going to find the person it wants to find." Han Cheng can only say this.

He couldn't reveal Song Huan's whereabouts.

Fu Yuanzhi understood Han Cheng's words, and said clearly, "Since that's the case, I'm relieved."

"But, what about the other horse?" Fu Yuanzhi felt apologetic. After all, it was Song Huan's horse that abducted the wife of Lord Hou's horse, and it was always wrong.

Han Cheng didn't know what to say, so he could only use his understanding of Lord Hou to say, "Master Hou never forced women, and so did Lord Hou's horses."

Lord Hou's horse: "!!!!"

It's still sweating on the battlefield, trying hard to make a piece of land for itself, but it doesn't know that it has been stolen, and the green on its head can't be wiped off.

……

Han Guan took advantage of the gap to reset his hands, and he and Song Huan once again faced off after recovering their combat power.

Song Huan pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate, refreshing himself while trying to concentrate on catching the opponent's moves.

During the battle, Song Huan's eyes could be seen to be even more black and blue.

Han Guan could feel that Song Huan's physical strength was gradually exhausted, and the horrifying smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, and he couldn't help mocking and despising: "Death struggle."

Song Huan swallowed the rising blood, she sneered, and made another sharp move: "It's not the last moment, you are too confident!"

As the letter fell, Han Guan was once again wounded by a dagger on his arm.

Han Guan shook his head, his eyes were filled with blood, he licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and his voice penetrated, "Don't worry, you will be able to accompany your teammates soon!"

Han Guan swung a heavy punch, knocking Song Huan to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Jiang Chao wanted to rush out, but reason had to keep him where he was.

He can't go out, going out not only can't help Song You and the others, but will drag everyone down.

Jiang Chao clenched his fists, his eyes widened, and he stared at Song Huan.

My heart kept calling: Wake up!

Song You!Wake up!

You can't fall down!

Song Huan moved his fingers as if he heard Jiang Chao's call.

When Han Guan pulled out the Zhanshen Saber and swung it down again, Song Huan regained her senses and sensed the fierce wind. She gritted her teeth and rolled to the side.

Seeing this, Han Guan was not in a hurry to chop Kong, he drew out his knife and continued to chop the second knife.

While Song Huan tried his best to dodge it, blood flowed all over the place.

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