Fangjia Village.

After a day of strict defense, there was no movement on the mountain until the sun set.

"Old Hu, it seems that the group on the mountain are waiting to take action tonight."

"They wouldn't even dare come during the day!"

"What do you mean?"

"Think about it! It must be because they are so few in number that they are afraid we will see that they are bluffing, so they dare not come during the day."

"Makes sense!"

Zhang Qianzong said with lingering fear: "So what should we do now? You've seen it too, the weapons in those people's hands are really powerful. Our weapons break when they touch them, and even our armor can't stop their swords. These damn people are really inhuman. No matter how many people we have, we can't risk our lives!"

General Hu Qian was also anxious: "Hasn't someone been sent back to the camp to report the news? Why hasn't anyone come to support us yet? Could it be that General Chang has abandoned us?"

Zhang Qianzong: "Impossible. If we are killed, it will be a disgrace to him. He will not ignore us."

The two men also figured it out. By this time, the camp already knew they had sent troops without permission. This punishment was inevitable, so saving their lives was the most important thing.

As the moon set in the west, the threshing ground of Fangjia Village was filled with people: villagers in the middle and armed border guards surrounding them.

The villagers were huddled together, still shivering from the cold. They hadn't had a drop of water for a whole day and night.

The border guards were eating with their mouths full of oil. They ate all the chickens, ducks, cows and sheep in the village.

The barn next to the threshing ground was empty. There was a charcoal fire burning in the middle, and next to the fire was a square table filled with chicken, duck, fish and meat.

In the light of the fire, only two bloody figures were seen hanging on the beam. They were the Fang brothers.

There were three people sitting around the square table, Shang Yihai, General Hu, and General Zhang!

"Tell me, why is there no movement on this mountain?"

"Yeah! We've been waiting all night, why haven't they come yet?"

Shang Yihai gnawed on a chicken leg without a trace of worry: "What are you waiting for? If they can't see it, it means they don't dare to come and die! You have marched and fought in battles, how can you not have this little insight?"

Zhang and Hu smiled awkwardly, not daring to say a word in rebuttal, but they cursed Shang Yihai in their hearts.

Warfare is all about deception; it's never that simple! Speed ​​is of the essence; delay can lead to unpredictable events. The enemy didn't attack Fangjia Village, fearing something might happen. Unfortunately, none of the people they sent out returned. This suggests they weren't the ones blocking the enemy on the mountain; rather, they were the ones who trapped them in Fangjia Village.

The two exchanged glances, their minds unspoken. They couldn't take this job anymore. No matter how much money they were offered, they had to live to see it through! They wrote a secret code on the table, agreeing to leave Fangjia Village before dawn.

"Come on, come on, eat, eat! This cook's cooking skills are pretty good. It's a pity that we can't drink wine, otherwise I would definitely toast you two with three cups."

"I wouldn't dare! Mr. Shang, you're too polite!"

"It is our honor to serve Mr. Shang!"

Shang Yihai was quite pleased with the flattery of the two men, but in his heart he still despised them. "Hmph! When the time comes to kill the one who came up the mountain, these two will be bandits. Let them go to hell with the people on the mountain!"

This time he has made a great contribution, and the Minister will definitely reward him. Maybe the Queen will also reward him. He even thought of the benefits and asked the Minister to arrange an official position for his son so that Shang Yihai can establish his own family in the future.

Shang Yihai was dreaming when General Hu Qian suddenly asked, "Master Shang, you've spent so much money just to find the owner of this hairpin. Could it be one of your concubines?"

Shang Yihai's face darkened when he heard this. Zhang and Hu had only meant to play a joke, but they hadn't expected it to backfire.

In an instant, Shang Yihai returned to normal. He took out the jade lotus hairpin and smiled sinisterly: "Brothers, we are friends who have risked our lives together. Today, I will tell you a secret."

Zhang and Hu felt uneasy upon hearing this! Isn't it said that the more you know, the faster you die? They really didn't want to know, but they were also very curious, feeling extremely conflicted and torn.

Shang Yihai knew what these two cowards were thinking at a glance, and he would not allow them to back down.

"The owner of this hairpin has been missing for twenty years. This secret was told to me personally by my elder brother, the Minister."

He whispered, "Back then, Crown Prince Shaojun had a lover, but she was a very mysterious woman, and no one knew who she was. Some said she was of low status, and the late emperor looked down on her, wanting to make a daughter of a prominent family the Crown Princess. But Crown Prince Shaojun was a lovestruck man, willing to give up the throne to marry her. Later, it was said that the late emperor was furious and had her killed. The Crown Prince, disheartened, hanged himself in Chonghua Palace."

Hu and Zhang were stunned after hearing this. This was even more exciting than the plays in the theater!

Shang Yihai continued, "Some people also say that the girl didn't die at all. She was rescued by the prince's men and has been hiding her identity ever since. And the prince was willing to die to save his beloved."

"Hiss!" The two gasped. "This prince is too foolish. Marrying a daughter of an aristocratic family would be great. He could also marry a concubine. If that doesn't work, he can make her a concubine. In the future, he can make her a consort. Isn't it all up to him? As long as he becomes emperor, he can choose any woman in the world."

"That's true! Mr. Shang, this story of yours must have been written by some sour scholar! Hahahahaha..."

The two of them burst into laughter! Shang Yihai was not angry, because he also thought the story was ridiculous when he heard it at the time, but he saw the serious expression on the Shangshu's face, so he didn't dare say anything and had to believe it. But just a few days ago, after he saw the lotus hairpin with his own eyes, he realized that this story was very likely true.

The Shangshu specifically instructed him to pay attention to this hairpin when he was doing business outside, because the owner of this hairpin had a treasure on him, which was the double dragon jade pendant that symbolized the status of the prince.

The barn door was blown open by a gust of wind, and the dust it raised was so high that people couldn't open their eyes!

"Is the wind blowing in the middle of the night?"

"What a strong wind!"

"Damn! All the food on this table is ruined!"

After the three of them brushed off the dust, rubbed the sand out of their eyes, opened their eyes and looked towards the door, they saw dark shadows outside!

"Who is it?" General Zhang Qian shouted!

No one responded. Hu and Zhang stood up and said to Shang Yihai, "Master Shang, let's go outside and take a look. I wonder what these guys are up to!"

Shang Yihai waved his hand nonchalantly and told them to go and come back quickly.

As soon as Zhang and Hu came out, they noticed something was amiss. Their soldiers were all kneeling on the ground, and those standing were wearing black armor, draped with red cloaks, and holding magical weapons...

"Black Armor Army!"

Just as they were about to shout a warning, two arrows pierced their throats. They only had time to make a gurgling sound before they fell straight to the ground.

Shang Yihai in the barn heard something was wrong outside and was about to escape through the back door. As soon as he opened the door, a sword was put to his neck.

The people of Fangjia Village were like frightened birds, with despair on everyone's face.

"Da Hu, Da Hu..."

"Mother Dabao, Xiaofeng, and Erniu..."

"Mother of the child, mother of the child..."

Anxious calls echoed through the night sky.

Mrs. Lin was helped to stand up by two maids and looked into the distance. A group of people were running towards them in the black morning mist. Fang Qingyun was running in the front, followed by Fang Heming who was supporting Village Chief Fang, and many villagers from Fangjia Village.

The threshing ground, once dead silent, erupted in a clamor. The survivors wept bitterly, especially those who had lost loved ones; their cries were especially pitiful.

Mrs. Lin felt relieved when she saw that her husband, son, and grandson were all safe and sound. The family hugged each other tightly, recounting the fear, anxiety, and terror they had endured throughout the day and night.

In the early morning, the small mountain village was shrouded in mist, which lingered around like a veil.

The neatly-organized black-armored army suddenly made way for them, and everyone's attention was drawn there.

I saw a man and a fox walking slowly towards me.

The man, clad in a robe as white as snow, looked like a god walking among the clouds, while the fox, its white fur swaying like a fairy pet, and as untouchable as its master, followed closely behind.

When Mrs. Lin saw who was coming, she couldn't help but scream.

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