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"My lord Zhang, I haven't found anything unusual in the study, please give me instructions on what to do next." Shan Yan, a newly promoted police officer in Dali Temple, walked out of the study of the former prime minister's mansion, and explained the situation to Dali Temple Minister Zhang Jerui.

Shan Yan stood solemnly in front of him, waiting for his order.

Shan Yan was just transferred from the palace to Dali Temple this year, and the nickname is "to exercise his will, to sharpen his will".In fact, it was just a disguised demotion and expulsion from the palace.

Fortunately, Shan Yan didn't care, he just didn't want to stay in the palace and was content to be a small guard.

"A good man has ambitions everywhere." For him, a real man is a man who goes to the battlefield, fights, and kills the enemy.

Even if he can't go to the battlefield, he still wants to do something for the people as much as possible to benefit the people.Compared with staying in the palace to defend those useless officials, this is a valuable thing.

Especially after experiencing the messy events of the prince's birthday banquet, his thoughts became more firm.

It's just that he never thought that he would be allowed to participate in such an important case when he left the palace and arrived at Dali Temple.Moreover, it is still involved in this matter.So far, he still can't believe it.

Three days ago, Mu Yao, the former prime minister of the imperial court, was assassinated and died.And the assassin who assassinated him quietly approached the prime minister and killed him when the Seventh Prince was performing a dance and the guests relaxed their vigilance.

No one even expected his goal. After all, a demoted official is no longer useful to other countries.But he chose Mu Yao as his target at a distance where His Royal Highness could assassinate and escape smoothly.

Moreover, he was arrested.

The assassin was an ordinary guard who entered the palace 11 years ago, claiming to be an orphan without father or mother.

But Shan Yan, who entered the palace at the same year as him, felt that he appeared more like he came out of nowhere.

After all, such a withdrawn person is not common in the palace.He has always been a loner, and he usually doesn't talk to him, doesn't pay attention to him, and is not conspicuous at all.

No one expected that he would be a long-planned assassin.After completing the task, he bit off the poison hidden under his tongue and committed suicide in public.

The prince's face turned pale, but Shan Yan felt that he was not "frightened" as he said, but rather suppressed his anger.

However, His Royal Highness is known for being calm and good-tempered, and he doesn't appear to be angry at all.

When several guards searched him, they found that his body was full of murder weapons. In addition to the long knife used to assassinate Mu Yao at that time, there were also short blades, silver needles, etc. After examination by the imperial physician, it was found that every weapon was soaked in water. venom.

Among them, Wen De, the most prestigious imperial physician, took a sniff, washed his hands hastily, and reported to His Royal Highness with certainty: "Your Highness, these must be poisonous arrow trees unique to the southwest region."

If he really wants to escape, with these weapons, it is not impossible.

But he stayed on purpose, committed suicide, and used poison.

His Royal Highness's face became more and more ugly, and the bodyguards who searched at this time also exchanged glances and returned: "Your Highness, he has a totem on him."

His Royal Highness said: "What kind of totem? Which tribe is the murderer from?"

As he said that, His Royal Highness also quickly walked up to him, half-kneeling in front of the man, staring at the totem on the man's abdomen.

"Mongolian." His Royal Highness said softly, and lifted off all the clothes of the man.

The guests present couldn't help but gasp, the man's body was covered with totems, deer, wolf, bear, eagle, and a river, the Ergun River, the holy river of Mongolia.

His Royal Highness turned around and wanted to question the Khan of the Mongolian tribe, but suddenly remembered that they broke off diplomatic relations with the Mongolian tribe as early as 12 years ago.

The reason was very similar to what happened that day, and it was also a long-planned assassination.It was a concubine in the palace who died at that time, Shan Yan didn't know who it was, and no one could tell.

After the incident, the concubine's body was randomly buried in a mass grave on the outskirts of the city.It stands to reason that a concubine should not be treated so poorly, but she was buried in that dark cemetery.

It was as if some important secret was being deliberately concealed, but at this time, even if the body was found, it had already turned into dust, and there was no proof of death.

According to the description of the seniors who investigated and handled the matter at the Dali Temple at that time, those totems were also seen on the body of the concubine.Of course, they never delved into this issue.

Shan Yan knew an obvious result, that is, a woman died, and Zhiguo broke diplomatic relations with Mongolia.

Since there are not many usable clues, it is impossible to travel thousands of miles to the Mongolian grassland to find clues, so we have to go to their house to find clues.

It's just that the clue here seems to be broken, Mu Yao's house is very clean, there is only one wife, and a young boy who has just turned ten years old.

Everything in the house is spotless and well organized.

Even when his family heard the news of his death, they just showed due grief and begged them to solve the case as soon as possible.

Everything is a little too normal, but it highlights that this matter is a little strange.

According to their investigation, Mu Yao's family background is very ordinary, he was born as a farmer and faced the loess.He is the only champion in his hometown and works hard.But in the imperial court, it is not uncommon for people to work hard, but it is true that no one has accomplished a feat for a person like him who became a prime minister at a young age.

Even though his father-in-law was a friend of the former prime minister, it is really a miracle that he has survived for many years with such ruthless methods.

"Okay, I see, let's go." Zhang Cheri nodded, then continued to lower his head, looking at the letter in his hand.

This letter was received in the early morning of the next day, and it was a standard report letter.The writer did not leave a signature at the end of the letter, and wrote by name: "Master Zhang Zerui personally sends it."The font is still crooked, and there are even a few typos.

It seems to be trying very hard to create a word for poor people, but it is self-defeating.

His fonts are strong and powerful, and his strokes are strong, so he should be a person who has received formal training.

There is not a single mistake in the format and punctuation of the letter.

Even those typos are not like the words that ordinary people are used to writing wrong, and they are often more complicated words.While normal people make mistakes in commonly used words, letter writers always make mistakes in complicated words in order to make people think that they are illiterate.

Then his identity is obvious, at least he has to be the eldest son of a minister in the court to receive such careful education.As for the original intention of writing the letter, I probably imagined the whole truth, and couldn't help but burst out with a sense of justice.

However, I'm really sorry for your enthusiasm.There was a smile on Zhang Cherui's face, like regret, like mockery.

The emperor specifically explained: If there is no important evidence in this case, it should be handled carefully, and the case should be decided boldly, as long as it is closed as a case of revenge.

After all, Mu Yao's resume is not clean.An accusation of corruption and bribery would be fine.

"Master Zhang?" Shan Yan asked cautiously, he always felt that the expression on Master Zhang's face was not right, he didn't look like someone who was seriously investigating the case.

Shan Yan looked at the letter Zhang Cherui held in his hand, what secret was hidden in that letter?

Shan Yan was about to get close to it, and glance at the content as much as possible, who knows if it is related to the case.

However, Zhang Jerui quickly put away the letter, suppressed the smile on his face, raised his head, and directed everyone: "If the area you are in charge of has been searched, and you don't find any important clues, then go and see what other people have. There is no gain. If there is still no gain, I will finish work with the official today."

Zhang Cherui couldn't wait to report to the emperor the news that everything was fine. He was approaching his age and his body was not strong. He only hoped to solve the unsettled story as soon as possible, return to his hometown, and take care of himself for the rest of his life.

What's more, the weather in Zhiguo is cold, even in March, there is still a layer of snow on the ground that cannot be melted.

It's freezing cold, who wants to risk their own body for an official who has a long history of grievances and a bad reputation?

After Shan Yan took the order, he was about to go to Mu Yao's bedroom when he suddenly saw the smiling face of his companion Bai Hang.

Bai Hang waved a pile of yellowed white papers, and shouted loudly: "My lord, I, I have found a clue."

"What, where did you find it?" Zhang Jerui turned pale with shock, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, mixed into the dust, and soon condensed into ice.

Bai Hang didn't know why, but he still found a big clue for himself, and was complacent.

Bai Hang said: "I found it in the secret compartment of the bedroom."

Originally, Bai Hang had searched the entire bedroom but found nothing, and when he heard the voice of Shan Yan reporting, he was about to give up when he caught a glimpse of the birch bookshelf in the bedroom and suddenly remembered the conversation he had overheard in the palace:

"If you had to choose, where would you choose to hide your secrets?"

"The most dangerous place is naturally the safest place. The secrets I want to hide are the places where I can see them when I raise my eyes. The safest place."

A person walked out of the shadow, smiled at Bai Hang, and walked towards Huaqing Palace.

Bai Hang didn't remember his face, but subconsciously remembered his words in his heart.

Unexpectedly, it would come in handy here today.

Bai Hang stretched out his hand and pulled out all the books on the bookshelf, but there was no response.He looked through all the books carefully again, and among them there was only "Zhihu Zheye" which was full of pages, which made him dizzy and hurriedly closed the book.

It's just a little strange, the books here are all the same book, it seems to be arranged like this on purpose.

Bai Hang didn't have time to pay attention, so he randomly stuffed them back one by one, after tossing for a stick of incense time.

When Bai Hang stuffed a copy of "Compendium of Materia Medica" back into the bookcase, a hidden compartment on the wall suddenly popped out.

Bai Hang opened the cabinet and found the stack of papers inside.

He didn't dare to open it privately, so he hurried out to report.

The author has something to say: Well, in the next few chapters, there will be no chance for His Royal Highness to appear on the stage, so it is a happy decision.

You can really guess what happened and what was written on those papers.

Oh, and, it's almost time for a holiday, I wish you all the best in the exam in advance, and you are all right.

The last nonsense: after the holiday, it will be updated every two days.

☆, Vitex ([-])

Zhang Zerui flipped through his hands with a solemn expression. The stack of letter paper Bai Hang found contained only some petty comments on it. The handwriting was very scribbled, as if someone had written it down in a hurry, or he didn't want people to recognize him. handwriting.

When turning to one of the pages, Zhang Cherui gasped suddenly, and stroked the handwriting with a trembling right hand: The first year of Fengsheng Jiazi, the seventh day of August, Mongolian cavalry, ten thousand dans of food and grass, a total of forty-nine thousand silver Qianliang.

The seventh day of August in the first year of Fengsheng Jiazi was a day that he would never dare to forget in his life: that year, it happened that the barbarians in the northwest invaded the border of Zhiguo, joined forces with the Mongolian cavalry, and met the generals and soldiers of Zhiguo in the northwest desert.

This was also the beginning of his poverty, which made him regret his whole life and remember that person all his life.

Zhiguo has always been a big country with food shortages, and winter comes every year.There will always be tens of thousands of people starved to death due to famine.

Zhiguo is a large country with a large population, but there are only 90 acres of arable land in the whole country.

And its recorded population is [-] million people, which is equivalent to a hundred times that of the Mongolian people.

It doesn't even include those black households and orphans, which is enough to make people worry.

In addition, snow disasters, mountain torrents, ice floods and other natural and man-made disasters occur in Zhiguo from time to time.

It is not uncommon for farmers to have no harvest before autumn, and there is no more food for the winter.

The corruption of officials is serious, and it is common for the food distributed not to reach the people.

And on the seventh day of August that year, it was a nightmare that Zhang Cherui never escaped——

On July [-]th, Zhang Jerui happened to accompany General Zhenxi and went to the northwest border to inspect the battle situation and comfort the army.

At that time, the war in the northwest was going well, and it was about to end with the victory of Zhiguo.

The Mongolian soldiers had run out of ammunition and food, while the barbarians in the northwest abandoned their allies and had already handed in a letter of surrender to the court, claiming that they were willing to exchange the four major cities in the northwest for the opportunity to peacefully establish diplomatic relations with Zhiguo.

Zhang Cherui and Yan Ci served as imperial envoys, preparing to go to the northwest to negotiate a peace with great power.

Talking about a peace negotiation is essentially accepting an apology from representatives of other countries, plus being entertained with a feast.

They also have another task, which is to persuade the Mongolian army not to resist and surrender as soon as possible.

At that time, he and Yan Ci were walking in the vast Gobi desert in the northwest.

Zhang Cherui was thirty-two at the time. Although he was in his prime, he was supposed to be full of energy, but because of his frailty and sickness, and not adapting to the unpredictable weather in the desert, he contracted a fever just halfway through the journey. , had to sit sickly in the sedan chair.

General Yan Ci was about the same age as him, and he was at the age of making contributions.

He did not live up to expectations, at a young age, with his illustrious military exploits, he secured the position of General Zhenxi.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, he is physically strong and skilled in martial arts, so he has never been infected with these stubborn diseases.

To this day, Zhang Jerui still feels guilty: If he hadn't been so useless, they might not be as decadent as they are now.

Zhang Cherui still vividly remembers what happened in those few days. He still remembers General Zhenxi sitting on the Dawan horse majesticly, silently, buried in the road, his young face is full of lines carved with determination, and he is full of spirit. Yiyi.

Their trip this time was very secretive. The scale of the mission and the battles were not very grand, even as simple as fleeing civilians or an ordinary caravan.

This is also the identity they used for this trip.It should be a trip that is foolproof and will not arouse suspicion from others at all.

The members of the mission were all personally selected by the court officials, including Mu Yao, who claimed to be absolutely authentic and credible.

The food and accommodation along the way were all simple, but neither he nor the General Zhenxi, who had been well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, never complained, and they were even willing.

Of course, all of this is also for safety reasons.

In recent years, the northwest border has not been peaceful. Bandits and bandits are rampant in the village, extorting and provoking troubles everywhere.

In the border town, anxiety and poverty are everywhere.

Every resident in the border town is dressed in rags, as thin as if there is only a layer of skin covering the thin bones.

There is only silence and corpses everywhere in the city.

By the way, there is also yellow sand, the endless yellow sand at a glance.

They lodged in an inn near the desert.

Those who are not familiar with the place of life, they dare not live in a post station.

After all, the inn is full of people, so talking is better than nothing, and it can't attract much attention from others.

Zhang Jerui sat on a chair and made friends with the innkeeper, taking the opportunity to learn about the latest battle situation.

When the innkeeper heard that they were going to cross the desert, he was frightened and warned them: "Don't go, this desert is a famous 'death zone'. I have lived here for a long time, and I have seen many people like you. Such a traveler, who thinks he has nothing to fear, ends up going and never returning."

"There's no way, it's forced by life." Zhang Cherui said pretending to be decadent, with that pale face, it was very convincing.

The innkeeper shook his head and said resolutely, "That won't work either. Is life more important, or life more important?"

Seeing him so resolutely stopping them, Zhang Zerui became a little interested, half curious, half jokingly asked: "Is there a monster that eats people in the desert? It's not like the 'death worm' that those people often say?"

The innkeeper shook his head, with a finger on his lips, with a mysterious face, beckoning him to come over and listen.

Zhang Cherui leaned over, and the boss pressed his ears in a nervous tone, and said softly and fearfully, "That's even scarier than a man-eating monster. There are sand robbers in the desert."

"Pfft, hahaha!"

Zhang Cherui was overjoyed, pointed at Yan Ci, followed his example, and asked with a mysterious expression: "Then do you know who that person is?"

The boss shook his head, and it was the first time he noticed the tall, handsome man in white.

"Then let me tell you, him, but the leader of the sand bandits here, this area is under his control. To tell you the truth, we are here to rob you."

"Ah!" Before the words finished, the boss jumped in fright, turned pale with fright, jumped violently, knocked over a chair by the counter, and fell to the ground.

Looking at the embarrassment of the boss, Zhang Cherui finally couldn't help laughing, even the stern words could not stop laughing, and slightly curled the corners of his lips.

The innkeeper just realized that he was teasing him, but he was not annoyed, and laughed out loud with his face sullen for a long time.

After they finished laughing, the boss said seriously: "I'm serious, it's really dangerous there. There was a knight who passed by here before, and he happened to stay in my shop, and he was also sitting in your seat. I will also I repeated what I said today, but who would have thought that after listening to my words, he didn’t believe in this evil, and even uttered nonsense: “It’s only fun to meet them! I happen to meet them and eliminate harm for the people.” Who knows, That group of robbers happened to be there too, and after listening to what he said, they followed him for half a month, until he was about to walk out of the desert, and then suddenly appeared, killed people, robbed the money, and walked away."

Zhang Jerui seemed to be admonishingly nodded. Seeing that he seemed to have really listened to it, the boss nodded in relief, and sighed: "You can teach a child."

But he suddenly said: "I also mean it, he is really the leader of the sand bandits here."

The innkeeper grinned, couldn't help but cursed with a smile, there was still lingering worry between his brows.

The next day, the boss sent them on the road still worried.

Before Zhang Jerui went on a mission, he never considered these issues, because it was really impossible to make any mistakes. They had already calculated all the uncertain factors and risks in the preparations for the mission:

The entourage was very small, only more than ten people, among them were two or three entourages, and several soldiers, all of whom were carefully selected by Strictly from among absolutely trustworthy people.

The attendants didn't have any property on them, they were plain-faced and plainly dressed.Just the two of them pretending to be the boss, dressed better, just some coarse clothes.

Only a team of bodyguards guarded their darts, and the darts they pressed were not particularly expensive gold, silver or jewelry, but only a dozen ordinary carts, all of which were tied to the camels that transported the goods.It's not very expensive, but it just fits [-] dans of food.

But he never imagined that some things are even more terrifying than thieves.

Zhang Jerui is more familiar with himself, and occasionally chatting with people from the Escort Bureau when he is more energetic on the road, jokingly said, "You have to protect these camels, after all, even if they add up the items they transport, they are not as important as them. "

Of course, he didn't mean that they were kidding, because that's what it was.

Those dozens of carts of food and grass were indeed that important. It was even said that the fundamental purpose of their going to the Northwest Military Camp was to deliver the food they had brought.

After all, after several months of fighting, not only the Mongolian tribes, but also the Zhiguo army is about to run out of ammunition and food.

The method of accepting summation to cover up the real purpose of delivering supplies to the military camp was exactly Mu Yao's proposal.

He was already the Minister of the Ministry of War at that time, and Zhang Cherui, as the servant, was his subordinate.

After all, if the food and grass were delivered to the front line with great fanfare, the enemy would definitely notice it.

And what do those Mongolian cavalry lack most at the moment?

Food!

If at this moment, they also know that the Zhiguo barracks is about to run out of food, and more than a dozen vehicles are secretly transported to the front line of the war.

What would those hungry, murderous nomads do?

It couldn't be more obvious, and this is also what Zhang Cherui is worried about.

But when Mu Yao set off, he always made a strong promise, vowing: There will be absolutely no problem this trip, and they will definitely deliver it safely.

He was even willing to put the head of the item as surety to prove his loyalty.

Now that he had sworn a poisonous oath, Zhang Jerui had no choice but to trust him tentatively, and set off on the road worried.

The author has something to say: the following long story is to unravel their past, and there will be no role for His Royal Highness and the others.Take your time, after all, I haven't written the end of this story yet.Roughly, I will finish writing this story before February, and then send it out once or in two or three times.I still like it personally.

☆, Vitex ([-])

Zhang Jerui and his party were on their way in the Gobi Desert in the northwest.

Zhang Jerui was sitting in the sedan chair, wrapped in a thick blanket. It was a scorching summer day, but he had to endure the excessively high temperature due to fever.

Before long, I was sweating profusely.

A few bearers disguised as guards were carrying the sedan chair, walking staggeringly, the road bumped constantly.

Zhang Zherui sat in the sedan chair with a bloodless face. Every few miles, people would stop the sedan chair and ask him to get out of the sedan chair to rest. He would spit out the food residue in his stomach until there was nothing to spit out, and he could only cough up some stomach acid. Sticky.

"Ahem." Zhang Jerui coughed again from the sedan chair.

Finally, Yan Ci couldn't take it anymore, opened the curtain of the sedan chair, and asked with concern: "Are you okay? If you really can't stand the long journey, we will stop and take a rest. Look, is it possible?"

After finishing speaking, Yan Ci stretched out his hand to signal the porter to stop, and called the accompanying attendants.

Zhang Cherui hurriedly stopped him, half grateful and half helpless on his sickly thin face, and said: "No need, I've been like this since I was a child, and my problems will always pop up from time to time, just get used to it."

Before he finished speaking, those followers had already rushed to them.

The leader made a bow and said, "General Zhenxi, Zhang Shilang, what's your order?"

Yan Ci glared at him and looked around.

The man changed his words in a polite manner: "Boss, shopkeeper, what orders do you have?"

Only then did Yan Ci nod in satisfaction.

Zhang Cherui wanted to say, "It's nothing." Let them go back again, expressing his apology for making them make this trip in vain.

Yan Ci asked very naturally: "Old man, is there still water in the water bag? I think we may not be able to last for a few more days with only this water."

The man checked the luggage he was carrying and replied, "It's really not enough."

Yan Ci nodded, and continued: "I'm afraid it will take more than ten days to reach the destination. The road is long and long. The climate in the desert is dry. If there is a lack of water, it will not be good."

"That is. You are thoughtful, I will do it now." The attendant is the old housekeeper who has taken care of him since he was a child. He has always doted on him in every possible way and agrees with everything.

What's more, Yan Ci has always been polite and courteous, so the old housekeeper loves him even more and obeys him in everything.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Yan Ci said with a smile, took out the map he carried with him from his pocket, and handed it to Zhuang Nan.

Steward Zhuang took it solemnly, and before Zhang Cherui stopped him, he quickly led a group of attendants away to look for the water source.

Zhang Cherui was about to call them back, but Yan Ci stopped him.

Zhang Zerui looked at him in puzzlement, and said with a stern smile, "It's okay, just continue on your way. I've already kept these routes in mind. Besides, Steward Zhuang has trouble walking, and he can't walk very far. He will definitely be back soon." .If you are worried, we will take a rest here, and we can be lazy by the way."

Zhang Cherui's face was solemn, and he was even more worried when he remembered what the shopkeeper said.

Zhang Cherui said sternly: "It's not going to work, how long we have been delayed here, the soldiers on the front line will starve for a few more days. No, it's not right, it's not kind."

Yan Ci was not annoyed at all, on the contrary, he liked him a little more. The general ministers were not like those squeamish ghosts who complained bitterly after walking for a while.

Strictly beckoning, he summoned the guards and said: "Follow my instructions and go ahead. The shopkeeper and I will have a rest here and wait for the guys."

The head of the bodyguard turned his head, discussed with several bodyguards for a while, then turned around again, shook his head constantly, and said, "No way. When we were hired, the agreed task was to protect you, and those commodities were just Just take it along the way."

Strictly speechless, he had no choice but to continue to discuss with Zhang Cherui: wait here for an hour first, and then go on the road after those people return from searching for water.

Unexpectedly, after an hour and a half, before they came back, Zhang Cherui became anxious, picked up his things stubbornly, and left first.

Yan Ci waited at the same spot for another quarter of an hour, but still no one returned it, so he had to calm down and chase after him quickly.

It was only halfway, Yan Ci found that the head of the Escort had fallen on the way.

Yan Ci helped him up, sniffed, and put it down expressionlessly, not breathing anymore.And the clothes on his body have been stripped off, the money bag is gone, the sand in the desert is not stained with a trace of blood, very skillful.

Yan Ci couldn't help frowning, thinking of that inn again.

He buried him on the spot, took the wild stone beside him, and prepared to carve an epitaph for him.

Only then did Yan Ci remember that he didn't know the name of the bodyguard, so he had no choice but to give up and engraved today's date and the word "loyalty".

Yan Ci got on his horse again and left.

At the same time, he secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that Mr. Zhang and the others are all right.

Yan Ci walked forward again, but saw those bodyguards sitting with Zhang Cherui, talking and laughing happily.

Yan Ci's cold brows began to wrinkle again, something was wrong, something was simply wrong.

After all, for a team of escorts, the head of the escort died in front of them, or disappeared for a long time, but no one in the team noticed, isn't it too strange?

Zhang Jerui had already noticed him, and greeted him with a smile, his complexion obviously improved, with a rosy complexion.

Yan Ci didn't say a word, walked to them, sat down next to Zhang Jerui, stared at them with piercing eyes, there was no emotion in his eyes, only the reflection of the sun reflected their reflections, which made people's skin crawl .

One of the bodyguards was frightened by his stare, and couldn't help asking: "General Yan, what happened? Or is there something on my face?"

Yan Ci's body froze suddenly, and then returned to normal immediately.

Only Zhang Jerui, who was sitting next to him, felt his stiffness for a moment.

After careful recollection, Zhang Jerui's face also turned pale.

No, when did they tell them: This is the famous General Zhenxi, General Yan.Even when he was talking to the butler, they deliberately avoided the bodyguards of the bodyguard bureau.Where did they know that this was General Yan?

Yan Ci had never been to the Northwest either. He was named General Zhenxi at the beginning of this year, and he came to take up the post this time.

This team of bodyguards was not carefully selected by them in the court, but hired by Mu Yao.

They were afraid that they would be caught by the road, so they only told them that they were a group of merchants and they wanted to send these goods to the border.

As for who they are and what these goods are, they have not said a word.

What is their purpose?

"General Yan?" The man asked again, his originally simple and honest face abruptly made Zhang Cherui see a bit of treachery.

Yan Ci responded coldly: "It's nothing."

Only then did Zhang Cherui come to his senses, and hurriedly smoothed things over for him: "That's just how he is. You just need to get used to it, and it's easy to get along with each other. Let's continue chatting."

"Yes, according to rumors, General Yan's temper is really bad."

The man responded in a low voice, looked up at the sky, and said: "It's getting late, we'll set up camp here first."

"Okay." Zhang Jerui hastily echoed, digging hard at the flesh of his palm with his fingernails, forcing himself to remain calm in order to continue thinking.

After Yan Ci left first, he didn't come back for a long time.

The bodyguard made an excuse to find those old people who were looking for water, and they were the only ones left to continue walking.But now at least two hours later, they should be back.

But what about people?Where has everyone gone?When chatting with them just now, why didn't I notice it, didn't I become suspicious?

Well now, in the desert, finding no one means death.When they chatted with him, they really had nothing to do.

But this bodyguard agency was recommended by Mu Yao, and he also contacted him personally, so there is no possibility of accidents.After all, he was the one who came up with these ideas, and everyone in the court knew about them, so how could he guard against them?

Years of experience made Zhang Jerui choose to trust his companion temporarily, stay still on time, and wait for the opportunity.

At night, the high temperature of the day in the desert in the northwest finally dropped, and only the sound of the wind blowing over the sand dunes could be heard, which made people feel flustered.

Yan Ci held a saber, "Yi Lu", and walked into the same tent with Zhang Cherui.

Zhang Jerui held his breath, and couldn't help asking softly, "Are we going to escape? Those people don't seem to be good people, but what about the food?"

Yan Ci was really considering the possibility of escaping, and sighed for a moment: "No, the map is lost. I can't force you to gamble with me. What's more, if we go far and fly high, with so much food, we can go How far? Besides, they are in a hurry, how can I fight against a dozen people with you alone as a 'useless scholar'?"

Zhang Cherui wanted to refute, but what the other party said was good, so he had to reply: "I listen to you."

"Well, go to sleep." Yan Ci replied.

The author has something to say: In fact, I really like them, but it doesn't work.

My manuscript has finally come to an end (happy) When you see this chapter, I will finish the exam.

☆, Vitex (four)

In the next few days, the few of them were busy on their way, and they didn't communicate much with each other.

That's fine, Zhang Cherui didn't have much regret about it, on the contrary, he felt a little lucky.

He was afraid that as soon as he spoke, he couldn't help but question them: What is your purpose?

The only good thing is that on the tenth day after entering the desert, they could already catch a glimpse of the handsome flag flying high in the Zhiguo barracks.

Zhang Cherui couldn't help but let out a long breath, and kept telling himself in his heart: Just bear with it for a few more days, and you'll be safe.

Sternly and methodically commanding the bodyguards of the bodyguard bureau, they kept moving several vehicles filled with sand and gravel, and quickly set up tents.

They didn't dare to stay in one place for a long time, after all, there were only a dozen or so of them.With the skill of strict words, if you want to escape, you will be able to break through successfully.

But the bodyguards' faces were full of composure, so confident, they must have left some way out, so they are so confident.

If it was really just the two of them who came here for business and tourism as they said, they would definitely not be afraid of death.But now, with the addition of tens of thousands of tons of food, they might not even have the chance to die.

The only thing they can do is to be cautious and make a breakthrough when necessary.The death of the two ordinary court officials is not a big problem.But every load of food is a life.

Yan Ci was always facing the bodyguards, protecting Zhang Cherui behind him, completely out of a subconscious protective gesture.

The bodyguards have long turned a blind eye, doing what they should do, or indifferent.

Also, when a hunter waits for a lamb that is ready to be caught, does he think about whether he has a mind and consciousness of his own?

No way?

Will not.

Yan Ci cleared his throat, and said sincerely, "Everyone must have worked hard on the long journey these few days. Rest well tonight, and we will reach our destination tomorrow."

"Yes, sir." Several bodyguards shouted in unison.

Ever since they accidentally called out "General" that day, those bodyguards kept silent.On weekdays, what orders did Yan Ci have? When addressing him, they would also carefully say "Yes, sir." "Okay, sir."

But they didn't know that they wanted to hide it so much, which made Zhang Cherui even more flustered.

But when facing Zhang Jerui, who is more talkative and kind, they will be more enthusiastic.But not as hot and defenseless as that day