The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

All the way to the north, the wet ground gradually became dry, and the spring rain did not fall here.

Gu Shiwei sat in front of the fire, took the roasted chicken leg from Han Shiyan and stuffed it into his mouth. The skin of the chicken was roasted to a crispy texture, and with a layer of honey brushed on it, it looked very moist, delicious and sweet.

The bonfire exploded from time to time, sending up a burst of sparks.

This place next to the official road is very open and is the first camp suitable for the experienced team to spend the night after coming out of Bianjing.

After they met up with the Northern Dynasty envoys from the post station, they continued on their way north. They waited until it was completely dark before setting up camp and setting up a table for cooking.

"Mrs. Wang is a hero among women. From the south, there are ships passing through the Bian River and down to Huaiyang, and from the north, there are horses passing through Yanmen to connect with other capitals. When I, Dayong, went to war with Xixia, her caravan could even go directly to the capital of Xixia. No hindrance.”

"So many people in Bianjing City say that Wang Yushi didn't know what kind of good fortune he had, so he married the God of Wealth as his wife."

Han Shiyan followed Gu Shiwei's line of sight and looked at a row of thorn flags standing not far away. He turned over the roasted chicken and said to Gu Shinwei.

Wu Jiang, who was next to him, picked up the wine cup and took a long sip, "Shameless sour scholars usually despise merchants for smelling like copper. But if Mrs. Wang said that whoever learns how to bark a hundred times, he will be rich... …”

"I'm afraid it's not Bianjing anymore. When we meet and greet each other, we don't say whether we've eaten or not. Instead, we say woof woof woof!"

As Wu Jiang spoke, he barked a few times shamelessly. Feeling that it was not satisfying enough, he raised his head and whined at the moon a few more times!

Gu Shiwei was speechless as she listened. When they were at the inn during the day, she and Wei Changming saw the caravan passing by and returned to the group. After walking this day, they all set up camp in one place.

The last time she saw Mrs. Wang's thorn flag was when she was catching the Li brothers and sisters on the Bianhe River. The boat that hit the corpse was named Wang.

This time we happened to meet again.

She thought about the three waves of assassins and the three deadly missions that Wei Changming had mentioned earlier, and looked at the caravan with high spirits.

The leader of the caravan was a woman about thirty or forty years old. She was wearing a purple dress and looked like a person from the world. She had a purple azalea on her left bun. The weapon is a bit strange, it is a hollow copper rod.

It looked like a fire stick that had just been taken out from the stove. It looked very mottled and had a vaguely ominous green color.

Everyone in the caravan called her Huang Siniang.

In addition to Huang Siniang, there was an old man dressed as a bookkeeper. His whole body was lean and lean like a piece of dried bacon. Even so, he was also a practicing master.

Except for these two people, the others were all strong men wearing blue shorts and carrying machetes on their backs. They looked a bit like strong soldiers.

At this delicate moment, this caravan happened to collide with the mission. Could it be a coincidence?

Gu Shiwei thought, and glanced at a dark place further away from the corner of his eye. The envoys and caravans here were all wearing brightly lit tents, but the people there were shivering under the cover of the sky and huddled in the shadowed corners.

Even though it was dark over there, Gu Shiwei could imagine that every person in the exile team probably had the words "can't see me, can't see me" written on their faces.

She originally had to wait a few days before finding a chance to pursue Chu Liangchen, but she didn't expect that they would meet again so soon.

"Try this chicken leg. This one is not brushed with honey. I added some spices. It should have a different flavor." Gu Shiwei sniffed and smelled a completely different aroma than before. She pointed at it Han Shiyan gave a thumbs up and was about to reach out to pick up the chicken legs when he heard a loud shout from the tent not far behind him.

Gu Shiwei stood up in a hurry. She picked up Han Shiyan with ease and flew towards the noisy place with her feet.

Han Shiyan, who was holding a chicken leg in one hand and a chicken rack in the other, felt a familiar spin, and fell to the ground dizzy again. He shook his head and saw Gu Shiwei stretched out his hand and pushed aside the people blocking the tent door, creating a path.

The curtain of the tent was pulled open and hung to the side. Standing here, you can directly see the situation inside.

I saw a person sitting cross-legged on the table inside the tent. At first glance, I thought he was an old monk meditating.

"Xu Yi!" Han Shiyan's heart sank.

Xu Yi was sitting on the high platform, his eyes were as wide as bells, as if he had seen something unbelievable. His lips were black and blue, and blood was flowing out of his seven orifices. He looked particularly terrifying.

And on his lap, there was a half-gnawed roast leg of lamb...

On the first day they left Bianjing City, a person was quietly poisoned to death!

"Yu Shi Han, please take care of your family affairs, what happened!"

Gu Shiwei's heart sank. He heard the voice behind him and turned his head to look over. He saw Mr. Fu and Liu Fu from the Northern Dynasty Mission walking over side by side.

"Xu Yi is dead," Gu Shinwei said and stepped aside to get out of the way.

Mr. Fu didn't know whether he was deaf or didn't understand. He poked his head and looked into the tent. When he saw it, his legs softened and he was instantly shocked, "Xu! Xu Yi! How is this possible! Where is the doctor? Xu If there is anything wrong with Yi Yi, how can I explain it to the officials?"

Mr. Fu said, sweat was already running down his spine.

Others don’t know, so doesn’t he know?

Xu Yi came here to get gold-plated military achievements. If he died for no reason, he would be in big trouble!

Gu Shiwei glanced at the panicked Mr. Fu, and couldn't help but frown. What kind of blind official could he choose from the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, Mr. Fu, who was neither good nor useful? It's just a stick of incense, the bad old man is here!

"Everyone is bleeding from all the orifices. Mr. Fu can start thinking about how to explain to the officials. It seems that he died of poisoning. What is strange is why the murderer put Xu Yi's body on the table in such a display. A twisted look.”

Gu Shiwei said and walked straight in.

Her mind was spinning rapidly. Why did the murderer want to kill Xu Yi? Which of the three parties is coming? Since you can poison people, why not just kill Master Fu directly, but point the finger at Xu Yi?

As she thought, she stretched out her hand to check Xu Yi's body temperature and then the mutton leg meat. They were both warm.

"Who discovered the body first? When did Xu Yi enter the camp, and who gave him food?"

As soon as Gu Shiwei finished speaking, he saw a man dressed as a boy rushing out, threw himself at the table, and howled at Xu Yi's body, "Erlang! Erlang!"

He shouted, looking at Wei Changming with tearful eyes, raising his fingers and saying, "It's you, it must be you! It was you who had a grudge against our Erlang, so you killed him!"