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After dealing with the officials of Tacheng, Xiao Yichen sent pigeons to Feng Zhanglin and Zhou Rui respectively, asking them to come and jointly govern Tacheng.

Tacheng has experienced war and 80% of its officials were dismissed at once. Now the city is in chaos and it must have a few capable people to restore it to normal as soon as possible.

In addition, since we would have to fight against the Tatars later, the border city of Tacheng would become even more important.

As for Yu County, it will be temporarily managed by the former county magistrate, while Zhou Rui, Xiao Yichen and Shen Jia all intend to let him manage Tacheng first, and then let him take over Tatar after conquering Tatar.

Zhou Rui is Shen Jia's uncle. He has accomplished several major things in less than a year since entering the court. He is capable and courageous. How could Xiao Yichen let go of such a talent?
In the evening of the next day, Zhou Rui and Feng Zhanglin arrived in Tacheng.

Xiao Yichen introduced them to several officials who had not surrendered to the enemy. With their joint efforts, everything in Tacheng was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Yi Zhenpeng brought news that Marquis Anle, the Prince of Qingping and other soldiers from the camp outside the capital escorted food and fodder to Wucheng at noon on New Year's Eve.

Xiao Yichen, Shen Jia, Ling Yunsu, General Lu and others had a secret conversation in the study for nearly two hours.

On the evening of the first day of the New Year, except for the 3,000 troops brought by General Zhou Rui and Lu, the rest of the people all rode back to Wucheng on horseback, along with 5,000 war horses from the Tatars.

Marquis Anle and the Prince of Qingping finally felt relieved when they saw them coming back.

Everyone couldn't help but exchange pleasantries.

I don't know if it's because Batu and Amur didn't get along well? Or for some other reason, Amur and Xiao Hongbin didn't notice Xiao Yichen's recapture of Tacheng, or if they did, they didn't take it seriously.

Shen Jia and Xiao Yichen were extremely satisfied with this.

Now their policy is that if the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move.

They trained their troops every day and were ready to fight the Tatars at any time.

They sent scouts to closely monitor the movements of the Tatar army for twelve hours, and would take immediate action if the Tatars made any movement.

It was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a month after their last siege, and the Tatar army was still silent. Shen Jia and Xiao Yichen decided to go to the Tatar military camp in person.

The moonlight is like water, gently falling on the sleeping earth, covering everything with a layer of dreamy silver gauze.

Shen Jia and Xiao Yichen changed into night clothes, tiptoed, and left Wucheng in a few jumps, heading towards the Tatar army's camp.

The Tatar military camp was stationed on a very wide plain. From a distance, all one could see were densely packed tents.

It was already late at night, when everyone was sleeping soundly. Apart from the soldiers on duty, the only sound in the camp was the snoring.

The Tatar army camp was heavily guarded. In addition to the uninterrupted patrols, they also built two simple watchtowers with soldiers on duty.

The two men silently observed the patrol routes and numbers of soldiers from a distance, seized a point when the patrol team was off-peak, and in a flash, they sneaked into the Tatar army camp.

At this time, a patrol team passed by, and the two of them hurriedly hid in the shadow of a tent, and continued to shuttle between the tents after the patrol team left.

The purpose of their trip was not only to investigate the strategic deployment of Amur and Xiao Hongbin, but also to find the places where they stored food and medicinal materials and burn them when the time was right.

The two of them dived while carefully observing the surrounding environment, and unknowingly arrived at the center of the camp.

There are two tents in front that are obviously larger than the other tents and made of finer materials. I guess one of them is the tent of Tatar commander Amur, and the other one should be Xiao Hongbin's tent.

Shen Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, quietly took out a small porcelain bottle from his purse, and threw a drug into one of the tents. The two hid in the dark and waited for the drug to take effect.

Xiao Yichen used his slender fingertips to tuck the hair on Shen Jia's cheeks behind her ears, and gently kissed her forehead, his warm breath spraying on her ears: "Jia Jia, I'll go in and take a look."

In the soft moonlight, Shen Jia met his eyes, her heart skipped a beat, her cheeks flushed, and her voice was as gentle as ripples on the water, slowly, but deeply into Xiao Yichen's heart: "Well! To avoid unnecessary trouble, you should be careful when searching, and make sure to return the items to their original state."

Xiao Yichen swallowed, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, the dark color in his eyes disappeared in an instant, he nodded slightly and strode into the tent.

The person living in the tent was Amur, who was sleeping soundly with a beautiful woman from the Central Plains in his arms. Seeing this, Xiao Yichen's eyes flashed. This woman must be the skinny horse from Yangzhou trained by Prime Minister Jiang.

The smell in the tent was so bad even through the mask that he could only resist the urge to vomit.

Xiao Yichen took just a glance and then looked away, holding the night pearl and began to search carefully.

In the huge tent, at first glance, there is basically no place to hide anything except weapons.

Even the large desk was empty, without even a pen, ink, paper or inkstone.

The grassland herdsmen are a people on horseback and are basically illiterate.

After the Tatars unified the grasslands and established their imperial court, they sent people to secretly learn the culture of the Great Zhou. However, because they were fierce and aggressive by nature and could not concentrate on their studies, not many people in the Tatar royal family were literate.

Xiao Yichen only stayed for half a quarter of an hour before striding out of Amur's tent.

When Shen Jia saw the expression on his face, he knew that he had not found anything valuable.

At this time, another patrol team came over from the opposite side. Two people flashed into Amur's tent and stood in the corner, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief after the patrol left.

Shen Jia glanced at Amur's tent, his eyes fixed on the clothes hanging beside the bed, "Achen, have you searched their clothes?"

Xiao Yichen shook his head.

Amur probably hadn't taken a bath for a year or two, and he often ate beef and mutton, so when he entered the tent he smelled an extremely unpleasant odor, which was so uncomfortable that he didn't even bother to check their clothes.

Shen Jia glared at him fiercely and muttered softly: "Really, no matter how bad the smell is, you can't ignore these details!"

Xiao Yichen touched his nose awkwardly, a rare hint of embarrassment appearing on his handsome face.

Seeing Shen Jia wanted to go over and look through Amur's clothes, he quickly pulled her and said softly, "Let me do it." After that, he strode over. This time he did not dare to dislike Amur's clothes because they were dirty and smelly.

Shen Jia was trying hard to hold back his smile, his heart full of anger.

Xiao Yichen's mysophobia is even worse than hers, but whenever they encounter dirty work, he always rushes to do it and tries not to let her do it.

Loving someone is never just words. No amount of sweet words can compare to the tolerance and care shown in every word and action in daily life. Only love and care that can be seen, touched and felt can create unforgettable love.

Xiao Yichen saw Shen Jia's admiring look from the corner of his eye, and he straightened his back involuntarily, carefully searching through Amur's clothes piece by piece.

Amur was wearing clothes made of animal fur. Xiao Yichen turned over all the pockets of his clothes, and with a "pop" sound, something fell to the ground. (End of this chapter)