Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 972 Mu is not a good man. 2
"Since you have said so, then there should be a perfect plan." Song Chen asked with some uncertainty: "However, what I am worried about is, will that person know your thoughts?"

That person has been hiding in the dark. Fu Yuejun and Jin Tingxiao are not sure who it is, but they just have a general guess.

But that person is capable of jumping for such a long time, how can that person not think of things that Fu Yuejun and the others can think of?

Fu Yuejun looked down at the candlelight on the table, his face was immersed in the shadows, without any sharp edges at the moment.

There was a gentle smile on the corners of the woman's eyes and eyebrows. When she raised her head, a stream of light flashed across her eyes, and her curved lips smiled meaningfully: "You can hurt yourself by eight hundred, but you can hurt your enemy by a thousand!"

Naturally, such a trick would not be used unless necessary.

Song Chen suddenly realized that, just as he was about to say something, he saw Fu Yuejun put a pale finger on his lips, signaling him to stop talking, and then Fu Yuejun took the two of them to the backyard.

When he arrived at the lotus pond in the backyard, Fu Yuejun stopped slowly. The pond full of lotus flowers had already filled the pond and spread to the depths. The red and green alternated and the scenery was beautiful.

"Is there any problem here?" Song Chen asked Fu Yuejun with sideways eyes. Although the scenery is beautiful, he is not in the mood to appreciate it now, because Fu Yuejun's lips are always tight since he arrived here.

This is Fu Yuejun's consistent habit.

Having known her for so long, Song Chen knew some of her little habits.

"Listen, is there the sound of feathered arrows falling?" Fu Yuejun raised his eyes to look in the direction of the atrium, then closed his eyes and listened attentively. Song Chen immediately heard the swishing sound.

It was the sound of feathered arrows falling.

In terms of hearing ability, he is worse than Fu Yuejun.

Song Chen looked up, and saw a snow-white object falling in mid-air and falling into the yard. Their place was a little higher, and the attic and the atrium were low, so it was impossible to see what was shot down.

"That's a pigeon." Song Chen squinted his eyes. Just as he was thinking about it, the athletic man half-kneeled in front of Fu Yuejun, holding a black bow and arrow and the pigeon that had just been shot.

The man took a small tube from the carrier pigeon's foot, unfolded the letter, and handed it to Fu Yuejun respectfully: "Master, as you expected, there are undercover agents in the pavilion!"

Fu Yuejun just glanced at it lightly, and then opened his lips lightly: "Burn it, and send another copy, do you know how to write the content?"

"Your subordinate understands." The man nodded, but he thought of something, and said with some embarrassment: "However, this carrier pigeon has already been shot down by the subordinate, and there is no suitable carrier pigeon in the pavilion."

Moreover, even if there is a carrier pigeon, they also use it as a private contact, and they have never tried to deliver a letter to that person, and Fu Yuejun has never told them where the pigeon will fly.

"It's simple."

Fu Yuejun looked calm, pointed to the atrium and said: "You ask Wen Niang to go to the girl in the third room in the atrium and borrow a white pigeon. The borrowed pigeon must know the way."

Song Chen and the others immediately understood in their hearts. It seemed that the girl who lived in the third room in the atrium was the prey that Fu Yuejun had already discovered.

(End of this chapter)