The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

Gu Shinwei was surprised.

They just encountered a snake last night, and the old man was always under her protection, and he didn't even touch the snake's tail. If she was injured, it would be that her arm was almost dislocated while carrying a heavy hand.

But looking at the appearance of Mr. Fu, he was clearly a nocturnal vixen, even if he encountered a snake, half of his feet were sucked to hell.

It's just that when he was jumping around before, he was as soft as a slug. Now he is weak and speaks with bones, and he is a bit tougher.

"Lord Liu must know that Dayong and the Northern Dynasty are unwilling to go to war, which is why we have border exchanges. That snake is neither from Dayong nor from the Northern Dynasty, otherwise wouldn't the two countries have done something unnecessary?"

"This is clearly the person with ulterior motives who wants to destroy the friendship between the two countries and just wants to kill you and me at the same time. His sinister intentions must be punished!"

Mr. Fu's voice was trembling. When he mentioned the word "kill", his voice suddenly shone like a bell, and when he finished speaking, he became weak and shaky, as if the words he just said were flashbacks.

Everyone present looked solemn, and even their breathing slowed down involuntarily.

Gu Shiwei was wondering, could this little old man be stabbed in the painful spot by Han Shiyan yesterday, and coupled with being frightened by the snake, could something really be wrong?

Not only did she think this way, the hand that the Northern Dynasty envoy Liu Fu stretched out to Mr. Fu was frozen in mid-air. It was neither extending nor withdrawing.

He originally planned to repeat his old trick, hug Mr. Fu and beat him hard like yesterday, but today he was afraid!

This little old man doesn't seem to be able to withstand his punch. I'm afraid he will go back to the west with just one poke from his finger! Liu Fu thought, and the smile on his face froze. He glanced at his fist, quickly took it back and carried it behind his back.

Then he looked at Mr. Fu with a bit of vigilance in his eyes!

He is afraid! Isn't this old man trying to blackmail him and then try to get him to give up benefits in the peace talks?

Fortunately, Mr. Fu ignored him and walked straight towards Wujiang. He coughed a few times and tried hard to move his eyes away from the ugly snake. His eyes fell on the dead snake expeller. On people.

Mr. Fu glanced at it, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

When Gu Shiwei wanted to take a closer look, she frowned slightly when she saw that he had returned to his previous lifeless look.

Her eyes couldn't be wrong. When she was practicing swordplay in Chengmingyuan, every petal falling from the pear tree seemed to be still in her eyes. Sword training is not only a matter of hands, but also a matter of eyes.

What does Mr. Fu's expression mean?

He had seen the snake exterminator.

Gu Shinwei suddenly remembered Han Shiyan's previous speculation.

Why didn't Mian Jin take away the body of the snake exorcist? Is this her true intention?

Gu Shiwei thought, and quietly moved closer to Mr. Fu. She rubbed the medicine bottle in her sleeve pocket with her hand, so that if the old man suddenly died, she could go up and pinch him to give him medicine as soon as possible. no!

Mr. Fu looked at her strangely when he saw her standing close to him.

"This woman is good at driving away snakes. Her appearance is also very strange. I'm afraid she is not from the Central Plains but a craftsman. General Sun also sent someone to take her body back to Bianjing and send it to the Imperial City Division to investigate the matter thoroughly. ."

"Lest someone with intentions open his mouth to make false accusations and damage the friendship between the two countries, right, Mr. Liu?"

As he spoke, he slowly moved his head and looked at the Northern Dynasty envoy Liu Fu with difficulty. Liu Fu laughed, as if he didn't hear the sarcasm in Mr. Fu's voice. He stood together with the four Vajra guards, looking like five pieces of meat on a hob that was inaccessible to oil and salt.

Mr. Fu didn't care, "Mr. Liu has never seen any big winds or waves, they are just some small snakes. From what I can see, we will set off to the north immediately after making food. Don't delay important things. Look, how?"

Liu Fu curled his lips, smiled noncommittally, but looked at Gu Shiwei.

"We have roasted lamb legs in our tent, using our secret spices from the Northern Dynasties. Sir Gu, would you like to go and eat them together?"

Gu Shiwei raised his eyebrows at Liu Fu, "It's a pity that you're a little late, otherwise I could treat you to the morning meal and try our Dayong's Spirit Chicken. Not only are the spices secretly made, but the cooking method is even better." It’s a masterpiece.”

"Not only is the method perfect, but when raising chickens, it is necessary to send a scholar who has read poetry and books to recite scriptures to the chickens when the first ray of morning sun appears in the east. Then a person who is proficient in martial arts will do it. When the first star lights up, use special exercises to clear the meridians of the chicken."

"Just like this, he became a spiritual chicken."

Liu Fu was dumbfounded. He opened his eyes and looked at Gu Shiwei's hand, "Unheard of! Is there such a chicken?"

Gu Shiwei nodded, of course not, but if the enemy had two eyes, she would forcefully grow a third one, but she couldn't lose!

Han Shiyan looked at it and twitched the corner of his mouth. He was about to step forward and change the subject when he heard Mr. Fu coughing violently.

He stood very close to Liu Fu, and every time he coughed, his saliva would be sprayed in his face.

Liu Fu was startled and moved a few steps back. He glanced at Mr. Fu suspiciously and couldn't tell where he was singing. His eyes moved and he cupped his hands, "If that's the case, then I won't either." I’m reluctant, but when I get the chance next time, I must try the spiritual chicken that Master Gu mentioned.”

As he spoke, he greeted the four kings under his command, glanced at the body of the snake driver, then looked at the obviously unusual snake head in Wu Jiang's hand, and walked away without asking any questions.

Watching their retreating figures, Mr. Fu's cough gradually became quieter, and his eyes were a little deep, making it difficult to figure out what he was thinking.

After being out of sight, the freshly made rice in the camp was already fragrant. Only then did Mr. Fu look at Han Shiyan feebly.

"Han Yushi and Wu Tuiguan..." he said, paused, and added Gu Shiwei's name, "We still have family matters to consider, why don't we go to my camp and have a meal together? You saved me last night I should be grateful for my life."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhao Jin who was supporting him earlier, "Master Zhao, please help General Sun with his return to Beijing."

Han Shiyan nodded, but this time he did not utter any sarcasm. He followed Mr. Fu directly and the others entered the camp together.

The tent was destroyed by fire last night, and there was really no way to rebuild it on the spot, so Mr. Fu replaced it with a new tent, which was much smaller than the previous one.

As soon as the curtain of the tent was lowered, Mr. Fu's waist and legs no longer hurt. The previous weakness he had felt outside was gone.

"My old illness has relapsed, and I really can't continue going north. I have already written to the officials to ask Han Yushi to send me as an envoy to the Northern Dynasty on my behalf, and secondly, I have asked to retire and return home."