The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

It is precisely because of his decision that many tribal leaders who were originally loyal to Ketun Chanyu have no objection to his succession.

As soon as they approached, there was a chatter from inside.

Inside the camp, two Huns with rough stature and beards sat facing each other and ate barbecued meat.

He was still muttering something.

Nan Feng followed Song Jingchen and listened, but after listening for a long time, he didn't understand a word. He turned to look at his master, but saw his brows furrowed.

You should have understood, right?

Nan Feng touched his nose and obediently went to help the wind.

"Zuoda, the turtle grandson, is still looking for the little prince?" asked one of the big men with scars at the corners of his eyes.

Another person heard him put the wine bowl in his hand heavily on the table: "I don't know where that dog thing heard that the little prince is not dead.

Damn, I don't even think about the little prince's hairless child, so what if he finds it back? Can we still take the throne back from our Shanyu? "

"Anyway, we must get the little prince before he finds it," said the scarred man, wiping his neck with his hand as a knife.

"Oh, don't worry, I just received the news that our people have found the trace of the little brat, and they will not have a chance to meet."

Speaking of this, he was still a little angry, he poured himself a bowl of wine and took a sip, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and sneered: "The bastard can really run, since he made him run to Daxia, if it wasn't for the reminder from Mengji Duo Shanyu, he would It really made him run away.

I'm afraid Trodat wouldn't have thought of it if he wanted to break his head? Hahaha……"

Immediately afterwards, the two of them touched bowls and began to speak some foul language.

When Song Jingchen heard what he wanted to hear, he waved to Nanfeng, and the two of them retreated from the camp of the Huns army without disturbing one person, just like when they came.

"Master?" Nan Feng was really curious about what was said inside.

"When will our people arrive?" Song Jingchen asked.

Nanfeng: "Probably Yin Shi."

Song Jingchen frowned, he spent enough time here, and he didn't know Shangguanhan's current situation, so it was really not easy to drag it on.

And the heavy rain tonight can help him avoid the sentry of the Xiongnu army and sneak into Xunyang City.

After thinking about it, he instructed Nanfeng: "I will enter Xunyang City tonight. You stay outside and wait for a few people. After meeting with them, you go."

After listening to the instructions, Nan Feng blurted out, "I'll go into the city for the master."

If you look for someone or something, there is no danger at first sight. How can you let the master take risks and hide behind the subordinates?

"What can you do when you go in?" Song Jingchen poured a basin of cold water on him unceremoniously.

Nanfeng: Yes, what can he do? Without a master to use his brain, at most Xunyang could have one more starving ghost.

He didn't speak anymore, the master was too powerful, they really had to fight to start.

"Be sure to find people before the Huns." Song Jingchen instructed, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the rainy night.

Because of the rain, in the distance, there was nothing but the faint dots of light peeking out from the Huns' camp.

Nan Feng glanced and turned his horse's head toward the opposite direction from which Song Jingchen left.

The place he agreed with Yitong.

What surprised him was that not long after he arrived, more than a dozen men in mink clothes came out of the woods.

Seeing that there was only Nan Feng alone, he was stunned for a moment, and finished his work: "Why are you alone, master?"

"Master asked me to wait for you here, he entered the city alone." Nan Feng was also very annoyed.

If he knew that these people would arrive so early, he would not let the master enter the city alone.

Yitong felt that something was wrong, and frowned and asked, "What happened? Didn't you say you would wait for us?"

As soon as he received the letter, he rushed here with people. In order to save time, they also took a shortcut.

Nanfeng then told him and Song Jingchen to sneak into the Huns' camp and the tasks that Song Jingchen had arranged for them.

After saying that, the expression on Yitong's face was wrong, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I received a biography from the flying pigeons from Xiagou Village. The young lady took the group out to look for the master soon after you left."

Just now, Nanfeng didn't mention Shen Yijia, so he knew that the young lady hadn't caught up with them.

It's been so long, Yaoji is unreliable. If something happens to the young lady, I can't believe Song Jingchen's anger.

Nan Feng's heart skipped a beat, apparently thinking about it for a while with Yitong.

"Then what should I do now? The master didn't tell me where he entered the city from, and he couldn't catch up if he wanted to."

Yitong frowned and pondered: "We are divided into two groups. I and 30,000 will bring some people to find the little prince, and you bring some people to find the young lady."

The master is not there, so we can only arrange it like this, and the two ends will not delay.

After a few people agreed, the soldiers left in two ways.

On the other side, Song Jingchen avoided the sentry and came to the moat. Due to the rain, the water level of the moat rose a lot.

There is a tributary of this moat that flows into Xunyang City. He remembered that there was a flood in Xunyang when he was young. It is because of the long-term rainfall that the water level of this tributary rises and the drainage is insufficient.

At the beginning, Xunyang was not as sparsely populated as it is now, and the floods that time took away the lives of most of the people in the city, which also caused an uproar in the court.

He saw that his grandfather frowned every day because of this, so he read many historical books on water conservancy in his study by himself.

If it is said that in this big summer, who knows the repair plan of this tributary best, I am afraid that he is the only one.

He calculated the rise of the water level and the direction of the tributary in his mind, and a fierce man plunged into the river.

The last man in black fell. Except for Shen Yijia, Yaoji and Mo Yuan were both slightly injured, but fortunately they were not serious.

Originally, they couldn't stay until the house was burnt to the point that only one shelf was left, and a few people changed rooms to stay.

By the time they took off their wet clothes, A Xun had rekindled the fire and used a crock to boil hot water on the fire.

"Brother, drink water." He poured out a bowl of hot water and carefully handed it to Shen Yijia.

Shen Yijia was so cute, she reached out to pick it up, but Yaoji quickly took it away: "It's so hot, please be careful, I'll take it."

As he said that, he pushed A Xun away with a butt. Because the speed was too fast, a few drops of water in the bowl splashed out and scalded his hands, and the bowl of water was knocked over.

"Hey, look at me. Why are you so careless?" Yaoji patted the back of his head angrily.

Ah Xun gave him a deep look with blue eyes, then pursed her lips and turned around to pour water for Shen Yijia again.

Mo Yuan walked over with a blank face and snatched the pot from his hand: "I'll come."

As a result, the crock pot fell directly to the ground without holding it steady, and all the water in it fell to the ground.

Shen Yijia:

Is it that hard to drink water?

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