The most ferocious sword of the Imperial City Division

"Here's nonsense!"

Han Shiyan frowned and looked at Wu Jiang with a look of disdain on his face. Ever since they left Bianjing and walked north, this guy became more and more confused.

He thought with a sinking heart. When he learned that the three of them were going to the Northern Dynasty, he went to the palace to meet the saint. It was okay for him to go to Beiguan, but Gu Shiwei still had to stay in Bianjing to investigate the case, and Wujiang...

The official did not remember why Wu Jiang withdrew from the military camp and returned to Bianjing, but he remembered it clearly.

That place was a nightmare hell for Wujiang. Every Beiguan person under the armor outside the border had a blood feud with him.

He had to leave there, but now he had to go back.

It's a pity that the official was so angry that he didn't even listen to his advice, but he didn't even see him in person.

Wu Jiang was obviously used to Han Shiyan's rolling eyes. He smiled and moved his position to stand next to Gu Shiwei, "Gu family, look at Brother Shi Yan, he's not afraid of turning his eyes out!"

"When we go to the Northern Dynasty, we hide a poisonous needle in his eyes. He rolls his eyes at the little emperor, and the poisonous needle goes out with a swish... one needle seals his throat! The three of us can be considered proud and accomplished a great feat. !”

Han Shiyan was so angry when he heard this!

He was worried for nothing. Why should he worry about Wu Jiang returning to the border and being stimulated and going crazy? This mother-in-law was already insane when she was born!

Master Fu, who was standing at the top, looked at the three vibrant faces and felt calm in his heart.

Even though Dayong had many shortcomings, there was one good thing about him. There was never a shortage of successors who could beat him to death.

He thought, walked to the bed, picked up a wooden box from the porcelain pillow, walked over and put it in Han Shiyan's hand.

Han Shiyan took it and held it in his arms. He followed Mr. Fu's line of sight and looked out. The sun in the east had completely risen.

The tents in the camp were dismantled and loaded onto the carriage. Not far away, Mrs. Wang's caravan had quietly set off. The corner occupied by the exiles was even more empty, and the surrounding area suddenly opened up.

Mr. Fu looked away from the direction of the rising sun with some reluctance. He turned around and saluted Wei Changming who was following him step by step. "Thank you, Commander Wei, for protecting me. Do you have anything you want me to pass on to you?" To the Imperial City Envoy?"

Wei Changming moved away in a panic, "No, no! I'm afraid you might have poison in your mouth and spray it in our adults' faces! After all..."

After all, the deposed prince was beheaded by Zhang Chunting in front of the jade platform.

Speaking of which, Mr. Fu should have a grudge against the Imperial City Division.

Mr. Fu didn't react for a while, but Wu Jiang jumped out excitedly. He held Wei Changming's hand, completely forgetting that he was beaten by Wei Changming yesterday with a black nose and a swollen face. Now he There was a look of mutual sympathy and a look of regret on seeing each other so late.

"That's great! Brother Wei's plan is similar to my eyeball-shooting poison needle, but it works the same way!"

Wei Changming pushed Wu Jiang away in disgust, "You can spray poison from your mouth, but you can't shoot poisonous needles from your eyeballs! The difference between you and me is a cloud of mud!"

Han Shiyan and Gu Shiwei looked at the two donkeys who were about to fight, and their faces darkened at the same time.

What a shame! There are such colleagues in the court, it seems that Dayong is going to perish, otherwise, can fools be allowed to become officials?

The two of them thought about it and walked towards the outside of the camp in unison.

The carriage convoy that set out from Bianjing split into two. One carriage, carrying a coffin, turned around.

Mr. Fu had obviously already communicated with Sun Siwu and made arrangements for his return to Bianjing in advance. He walked towards the carriage, and when he was about to get on the carriage, he bent down deeply in the direction of Han Shiyan. A gift. Then he got in the car without looking back.

The short carriage and horses gave off a feeling of rustling wind and cold water.

Gu Shinwei looked at it and sniffed. The big steamed buns for breakfast in the camp were ready, and the sweet smell went straight into her nose. She looked away at Han Shiyan, "Although Mr. Fu can speak better than he can sing." It sounds good, but why do I still think he ran away from the battlefield?"

"Maybe he is singing Jiang Nanchun in the carriage right now, and then dancing on the lid of Xu Yi's coffin."

"When I entered Bianjing, I looked like I was just about to return to the west..."

She wasn't just guessing, this little old man left so happily that the words "escape from the fire pit" were plastered on the back of his head!

Han Shiyan twitched the corner of his mouth. Gu Shiwei's words were so graphic that he felt like his brain was going to break just thinking about it.

He shook his head, "Don't care about him! Da Yong must not lose an inch of ground, even if it is a pit of fire, it should be the road we should cross."

Gu Shenwei was slightly startled and looked at Han Shiyan.

He seems to never lose himself at any time, always clearly knowing what he wants to do and what he should do.

What she was thinking about was the truth coming out, and what Han Shiyan was thinking about was Dayong Wandai.

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"I never dreamed that we could still have hot wheels growing on our legs, otherwise we would have reached Songmaoling in just a few days."

"Shh! You don't want your life. Han Miemen is the leader now! If he hears it, three generations of your ancestors will cry with you!"

As soon as the carriages and horses entered Xingzhou, the road became difficult to walk. Songmaoling was not very high. Compared with Mount Huashan and Mount Tai, it was just a small mound. But the mountain is too fat to hold up. If we take a detour, we will lose two days of work.

Therefore, those who are brave and skilled in bodyguards will go directly from the mountains.

Since the mission had a new owner, it changed its slow-moving style on the first day and galloped all the way northward day and night.

"Haven't you ever heard of a scholar meeting a soldier with a reason? Han Mie's mouth is very powerful, but he is a weak scholar."

"Shhh! Are you afraid that you have been deceived by the spirit of Songmaoling? Han Miemen is weak, but we still have Gu Shao! Be careful, I'll slap you!"

When the guard who spoke first heard the words, he felt a chill on his neck. He couldn't help but wrap up his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief into his palms, "What are you talking about? It makes the hairs on my hair stand on end." ! There are monsters somewhere in Songmaoling!"

As he spoke, he looked around. There were straight pine trees everywhere. The pine needles fell to the ground and no one had cleaned them up. They looked like thick layers, like floor mats.

The pine tree towered up into the sky, narrowing the view.

This is not the first time they have walked this road. They have heard countless ghost legends about Songmaoling. Today is a hazy day, and the mountains and forests seem to be filled with mist, making it hard to see clearly.

They were at the end of the team, and at first glance, they could not see the head of the team.

The guard shrank his neck and smiled with some fear, "What if there are spirits? Our Lord Gu can kill hundreds of people and thousands of people. If the spirits smell the blood on her body, they will be so scared that they wet their pants. Dare to come!"