Yu Jun

Wu Jin stepped forward again and forced Zell back.

"You were blowing the xun outside the village, within the range of the sentries. The scouts approached. You attacked the scouts and wondered why the sentries didn't notice. When you got closer, you felt that Gaoping Village was different from the past, so you decided to go up to the tower to find out."

Zell scratched his neck and snorted: "So what."

Wu Jin raised his legs, stepped forward, raised his feet high, landed lightly on the ground, bowed slightly, and put his face close to Zell's.

Zell quickly stepped back, away from the face that looked similar to his own.

Wu Jin stepped closer: "Or maybe you conspired with Jinlu and came to Gaopingzhai to spy on intelligence. You bet that General Mo has a place for you in his heart and will let you live. You have to be lucky that she is not here today, otherwise you will have already died before you even get close. Thousands of arrows pierce the heart.”

"Nonsense!" Zell blushed, "I want to be her enemy, and I do it openly and disdain you Han people!"

Wu Jin didn't say anything harsh, but he couldn't help but take a step back, trying to avoid Wu Jin's gaze.

With nowhere to place his eyes, he could only lower his eyes and look at the hemp shoes on his feet. His eyelashes trembled, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and he twitched. He felt uneasy as Wu Jin said - not with him. Jin Lu was an accomplice, but he was self-righteous and risked his life on his own weight in Mo Lingfeng's heart, and Wu Jin saw through it.

At the same time, he realized that Wu Jin could stab people's hearts without using any weapons, which was another kind of terrifying.

"Cheng Ting, take him to the rear camp and follow him every step of the way." Wu Jin straightened up and handed Zell to Cheng Ting. "There can be no mistakes."

Cheng Ting couldn't bear to see Zell's face full of depression, but Wu Jin's suspicion was not groundless, so he opened his lips slightly, then closed them tightly without speaking.

Wu Jin strode away. Cheng Ting grabbed the wooden stick with one hand and held Zell's arm with the other, carrying him forward.

Zell suppressed the anger in his heart and quickened his pace. When he walked down the stone steps, he looked up at the familiar military camp, and Wu Jin was ten steps away from him. He took a long breath and asked in a low voice: "Mo— -Where did you go?"

"what?"

"Where did General Mo and the army go?"

Cheng Ting was panting like an ox: "Jeju."

Zell lowered his voice: "She started an uprising? Why did she abandon Gaoping Village? I heard that her brother and Prince Jin died together. After that, I saw her once. She killed my companion. Did she -"

He pointed at his head: "It seems like he is sick."

At that time, she was already like a tiger and wolf, vicious and violent, taking the world as a prisoner and wielding a knife to clear the way.

Without Mo Qianlan, Mo Lingfeng would abandon the principles of benevolence and righteousness and become cruel and cruel.

Cheng Ting didn't answer until he walked down the stone steps and then asked: "Did you really kill the Jinlu scout?"

Seeing Wu Jin walking far away, Zell said, "Yes."

Cheng Ting loosened his grip on his arm, put his arm around his shoulders, and tightened his arm: "Then Jinlu will not send out any more scouts tonight. Maybe we can be stable for two more days."

He took Zell to the back camp and visited the official room first. Zell watched him take off his pants and hesitated to speak, but Cheng Ting was informal and had already peed first. Then he lifted his pants and gave up his position to Zell.

"Stay close," he scooped water into the basin, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, took off his soap-colored scarf hat, poured a handful of water on his face in the basin with both hands, and raised his head wetly, "Tonight Let's go to bed and tie ourselves together. If you untie the rope, you'll have a ghost in your heart."

Ignoring the drops of water on his face, he picked up the scarf and hat with wet hands and buttoned it on: "Let's go?"

"Let's go." Zell sighed helplessly, suddenly thinking of Mo Lingfeng - Mo Lingfeng's coldness and ruthlessness were 10,000 times better than Wu Jin's literati's calculations, and a thousand times better than Cheng Ting's roughness. . This night was peaceful and uneventful.

As soon as Cheng Ting woke up, he immediately took Zell to the middle tent. The middle tent was clean and tidy, and Wu Jin was sitting at the table, drinking medicine.

His prescription must be good. There was a little color on his face. He was wearing a short shirt. He drank the medicine in one gulp, put down the medicine bowl, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and pointed to the empty chair at the table: "Sit down."

Cheng Ting walked in, sat down, picked up the pancakes on the table, and ate them with his mouth open. His facial features were twisted when biting, and his eyebrows almost flew out of his face.

Zell also walked to the table and sat down, receiving the pancakes handed over by Cheng Ting, his heart quietly fell to the ground - he had to admit that Wu Jin was like a mountain, wherever he sat, there was peace.

Cheng Ting finished eating the pancakes and held his cheeks tiredly: "Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."

There are still four days until the ninth day of the Lunar New Year.

On the fifth day of the lunar month, the weather was calm. Cheng Ting could not rest. He and Zell patrolled the city. They saw the white-shouldered eagle they saw last night coming out of nowhere, hovering in the air, diving towards the ground, and grabbing it with two sharp claws. A fat rabbit was hugged effortlessly, spread its wings and flew away. It immediately burst into praise and chirped non-stop.

Cheng Ting turned his head and glanced at Wu Jin. Wu Jin stood with his hands behind his back, looking intently into the distance. He could not help but feel happy when he saw that he was the most powerful person in the world. He was lucky. He relied on his father for the first half of his life, and his friends and luck for the second half of his life. It's even better. He and Wu Jin are guarding the empty Gaoping Village here, but they are at ease.

He smiled brightly and said to Zell: "You make me a slingshot, and I will give it to Ah She to shoot birds - Ah She is my son, he is very strong."

Zell agreed and looked back at Wu Jin: "Who taught you riding and shooting?"

"Two generals from the south and the north," Cheng Ting pointed at Wu Jin, "this is his favorite disciple."

He smiled proudly: "I know you want to beat him in riding and shooting. After the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, you can have a try with him at the racecourse."

Zell really wanted to compete with Wu Jin: "Come on, wait, will she come back on the ninth day of the lunar month?"

Cheng Ting shook his head: "I don't know. She has excellent equestrian skills. You may not be her opponent."

The two continued chatting, thinking about the ninth day of the Lunar New Year. Cheng Ting was indeed lucky. From the fifth to the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, it was very quiet from Kuanzhou City to Gaoping Village.

On the early morning of the seventh day of the lunar month, Cheng Ting took his slingshot to the top of the city to try his hand. He shot a pellet and showed Zell the sinew string: "I have deer sinew at home, and it is better than this."

Zell listened honestly, took it in his hand, filled his sheepskin pocket with mud balls, raised his hand to pull the string, squinted one eye, and pointed at a woodcock on the loess outside the village. Before he let go, suddenly Putting down the slingshot, he looked at a cloud of dust not far away.

The dust was very fine, as if cats and dogs were having fun in the stream, but the dust didn't rise all the way, it only puffed up once.

It's more like a horse kicking a child.

He subconsciously looked at Wu Jin, who was already walking towards him: "It's Scout Jinlu, blowing the xun like General Mo."

Zell was stunned, placed the slingshot on the wall, took out the Tao Xun from his arms, pressed his fingers on the hole of the Xun, put it to his mouth, and made a long "Woo" sound.

Cheng Ting was startled and looked out with wide eyes. He didn't see a single figure. Hearing the ghostly cry coming from the xun, he felt confused: "Scout?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a shadow appeared in his eyes, and he jumped up the steep slope on horseback, then fell into the shadow of the ravine and disappeared.

He froze at the sound of the xun, and the hair on his body stood up. He didn't know how long the Jinlu scout had been spying there.