The lights were lit overnight in the study of the Southwest Hou Mansion, and when it was dawn, the Southwest Hou walked out of the study.

White lanterns and white flags are hung everywhere in the house, which makes people feel a sense of sadness in their hearts.

Southwest Hou walked all the way through with an expressionless face until he reached the gate.

"Father, where are you going?" Huang Shilang and Huang Qilang chased after them all the way from behind.

Nannan Hou turned around, and looked at his two sons for a long time with deep eyes.

In the death of the eldest son, did these two sons participate in it?

What role do they play in this?

Huang Shilang and Huang Qilang trembled in their hearts, and subconsciously lowered their heads.

"Qilang, you go back to Shinan first, there is nothing to do in the mansion now!" Nannan Hou slowly retracted his gaze, his expression was light, now is not the time to deal with family affairs, let's talk about it later.

Huang Qilang's face turned pale, "Father, the eldest brother's funeral has not yet been done, how can the son return to Shi Nan at this time?"

Nannan Hou's eyebrows were lowered, and he couldn't see his emotions, "Your eldest brother's body hasn't been transported home yet, so you can't handle the funeral for the time being, so you can go back to Shinan first." ”

Huang Qilang's lips trembled, and he still didn't have the courage to say his refusal.

Is my father suspicious of him? There shouldn't be any place to show his feet?

Could it be ...... Huang Qilang glanced at Huang Shilang suspiciously, and secretly wondered if the fourth child had done something behind his back?

Huang Shilang looked at his nose and nose, and his nose looked at his heart, and he didn't dare to ask a word.

Huang Qilang pursed his lips and saluted to the southwest, "Son, I'll pack up my things and go back to Shinan." ”

Southwest Hou hummed and waved his hand.

Huang Shilang retreated with Huang Qilang, and did not dare to ask about the movements of the southwest wait.

The confidant soldiers followed, and said in a low voice: "Master Hou, where are we going?"

Nan Nanhou glanced at him lightly, "Take your henchman apprentice, let's go to Jianyang together." ”

The soldier's expression was narrow, he had followed the southwest for many years, and with that look just now, he clearly saw the killing intent in the eyes of the southwest wait.

"There is still a plague in Jianyang, is it too hasty for Master Hou to go now?"

Nan Hou held his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky outside, and after a long time, Fang spoke: "Song Yanzhao can't find it for a long time, if my guess is right, he shouldn't be dead!"

The soldiers nodded, De'an was not very old, and the surrounding places were searched for more than a dozen times, but still no trace of Song Yanzhao was found.

Therefore, there is a high probability that Song Yanzhao will survive, and the pro-soldiers also guessed this.

"The imperial court ordered King Fu to come to relieve the disaster, King Fu is here, he will definitely go to Jianyang, if Song Yanzhao is still alive, he will definitely go to Jianyang to see King Fu!"

A haze flashed on Nan Nanhou's face, "The situation on Yizhou Road has been chaotic for half a year, and this time there must be a clear time." ”

With that, he turned and strode out of the house, "You then pack up your things and follow." ”

On the night that Nan Nan Hou left the Hou Mansion, a black shadow quietly sneaked into Xi Nan Hou's study.

The black shadow skillfully jumped into the study, walked to the bookshelf where the things were placed, and began to rummage through the faint light outside the window.

Most of the books on the shelves were subset books of scripture and history, and the man in black looked through them for a while, but he didn't find anything he was looking for, and his eyes began to look around the study.

The study room in the southwest was very simple, in line with the preferences of common generals, and the man in black finally set his eyes on a white jade lantern on the table.

The white jade lantern is made vividly, even in the dark, the white jade exudes a faint white light, and the wick of the lantern is made of jade jade, which is warm and smooth.

The man in black looked fixedly at the lamp chip, and then stretched out his hand.

Before his hand could touch the wick, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open, and a dazzling light suddenly shone into the study.

A group of people rushed in with torches, and the strong and dazzling light made the man in black close his eyes suddenly.

The loud laughter rang out, "Hou Ye is really clever, you said that someone would come to visit the Hou Mansion at night, and sure enough, someone came, and let me catch this thief for Hou Ye first." ”

The pro-soldiers holding torches scattered in two rows, and the southwest Hou stepped in from the outside with his hands behind his back, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were cold, "Secretly breaking into the Hou Mansion in the middle of the night, with ill intentions, his heart can be punished, give it to me, you don't have to leave a living mouth!"

The man in black narrowed his eyes and sneered, "It turns out that Master Hou didn't go to Jianyang, this trick is good to invite you into the urn, admire, admire." ”

The henchman snorted, "Our Hou Ye has always been unparalleled in wisdom, and when he rarely misses the calculation, pretending to leave the house is just to hide people's eyes and ears and lure the enemy into being fooled." ”

The man in black smiled, "Master Hou might as well calculate, can I escape today?"

Nan Nanhou sneered and waved his big hand, "For obvious results, I never make calculations!"

The soldiers rushed up, and the man in black turned into a battle in a blink of an eye, and the study suddenly became extremely small, and only a few figures could be seen entangled together, and there were constantly books, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, etc. falling to the ground.

The originally neat study suddenly became extremely dirty.

Nan Hou stood at the door with his hands in his hands, a pair of eyes staring closely at the people in the fight, his eyes were deep and sharp.

The man in black was not in a hurry, even if he was besieged, he was still calm as if he was not facing a life-and-death battle.

Nan Hou's eyes narrowed.

The man in black didn't fight with his own soldiers, knowing that since it was a trap set by the southwest, it would be impossible to gain anything more tonight, so he made a false move and jumped out of the back window directly.

At the same time, a colorful fireworks suddenly lit up in the sky, and after the crackling sound, a beautiful arc bloomed in the sky.

Nan Hou's face suddenly changed.

"This is the Southwest Houfu, if I come here without the slightest preparation, won't I kill myself?" said the man in black with a smile.

Nan Hou stared at him tightly, although the man in black covered his face, they both knew each other's identities!

Especially in the southwest, his whole face was gloomy and dripping.

He knew that the person standing in front of him was Song Yanzhao, and he guessed what Song Yanzhao was going to do, so he pretended to leave the house and set a trap to lure Song Yanzhao over.

Southwest Hou wanted to kill Song Yanzhao in the name of strangling thieves.

Anyway, I don't know if Song Yanzhao is alive or not!

As long as Song Yanzhao dies, Song Yuma and Han Governor's Mansion will not be able to achieve any climate, and when the imperial court really sends someone else to take over Yizhou Road, this back and forth time is enough for him to hold Yizhou Road back in his hands.

As soon as the fireworks went off, in a moment's effort, more than a dozen black-clothed people poured into the Southwest Houfu and surrounded Song Yanzhao inside.

Nan Hou suddenly shouted, "Take my bow and arrows!"

As soon as the words fell, a soldier immediately handed over a pair of bows and arrows.

Nan Nanhou squinted, pulled out the big bow in his hand, and under the bright candle flame, the arrow that flashed cold light was aimed at Song Yanzhao.

The pro-soldiers in the southwest also changed their bows and arrows.

Song Yanzhao's people instantly fell into a siege.