Shen Qiancheng looked at the markings on the defense map, his slender and slender fingers swept across those buildings, and a soft and elegant voice came, "There is only one exit from the Imperial Tomb, so Gu Tianlin will definitely not let his army enter the Imperial Tomb, otherwise it will be easy to form a street battle and cause unnecessary losses." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Since we know that Gu Tianlin will lead the army to ambush outside the Imperial Mausoleum, then we can lay a trap outside the Imperial Mausoleum, and then set up archers at the exit of the Imperial Mausoleum. At that time, half of Gu Tianlin's soldiers and horses will be left. ”

Gu Tianjin touched his chin and nodded, and then asked, "You say so, how many soldiers and horses will Gu Tianlin have left after that?" ”

Mo Qingjue also listened carefully at this time, and his thin lips were pursed.

Shen Qiancheng carefully observed the defense map, listened to Gu Tianjin's words, looked up at him, and said in a deep voice, "The trap can only have a surprise effect, so most of them have to rely on the archers in the imperial tomb, and the eight thousand secret guards are just right, even if Gu Tianlin is not good, there should be about 100,000 soldiers and horses in the end, and at that time, it will be a real battle." ”

Gu Tianjin frowned when he heard this, "It's nothing for us, it's just that when the time comes, what will those Wenchen do?" ”

The emperor sacrificed and prayed for blessings, and all civil and military officials must be present, and when the time came, there was a vicious battle, and the civil ministers were only afraid of the bad luck.

Thinking of this, Shen Qiancheng couldn't help frowning, she pursed her lips and looked at Mo Qingjue, "Do you have any way?" ”

Mo Qingjue raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then nodded, "It's not difficult, but do you know how many of these Wenchen are Gu Tianlin's people?" Gu Tianlin dared to rebel, in addition to the secret support of the other three countries, there is also a deep foundation in the past few years. ”

Shen Qiancheng frowned, what Mo Qingjue said was true, they had no way of knowing how many stupid things Gu Tianjin had done before. Which ministers have already defected are even more dark-eyed, don't save the enemy when the time comes, and leave a commotion.

Shen Qiancheng's eyes darkened, and he said faintly, "Then ride a donkey and read the record book, even if you show weakness at that time, whether you are a mule or a horse, you will know if you take it out." ”

Mo Qingjue nodded in agreement, Gu Tianjin hooked his lips, and said in a deep voice, "Then will Gu Tianlin enter the imperial mausoleum?" ”

"He'll enter, but there will probably be a lot of guards around him, so it's almost impossible to hold him hostage at that time. However, it is a good place for him to admit that he has rebelled, and when the matter is over, there will be no opinion on how you want to punish him and the royal family. Shen Qiancheng said slowly.

Later, after discussing with Gu Tianjin a few important directions that needed to be guarded and lurked, Shen Qiancheng and Mo Qingjue left the palace. Gu Tianjin looked at the back of them leaving, and secretly raised his eyebrows, Shen Qiancheng can, as soon as he comes here, he will get the fairy son.

Mo Qingjue looked at Shen Qiancheng who was walking in front, a trace of indifference flashed in his cold eyes, her fate was destined to be like this, he shouldn't be soft-hearted.

Although Shen Qiancheng noticed Mo Qingjue's unusual eyes, she still didn't turn around and ask, after all, even if she asked the reason, he wouldn't say.

"Where to go?" Shen Qiancheng didn't look over his head and asked, it was almost dawn now, and the big war was coming, Shen Qiancheng wanted to find a place to rest.

Mo Qingjue raised his lips and said softly, "Golden Thread Nan Ke Lou, look for Nan Jia." ”

Shen Qiancheng almost fell to the ground when he heard this, and the golden wisp of Nanke Lou? Now she's a woman? Mo Qingjue looked at Shen Qiancheng's changing expression, and forced a smile and said, "Nan Jia is also a regular guest inside, so I can take you in." ”

Mo Qing added at the end, "It won't be discovered." ”

Shen Qiancheng's face flashed unnaturally, and he hurriedly walked in front of Mo Qingjue, "Well, okay, let's go." ”

Mo Qingjue reached out and stroked the strand of white hair, squinted his eyes, and slowly followed.

In the Golden Thread Nanke Building, Nan Jia was lying bored in the private room waiting for Mo Qingjue. I don't know if Qing Jue went to Shen Qiancheng to get useful news, Nan Jia lazily thought, if only he could solve the matter here earlier.

"Nanjia Gongzi, the landlord is invited." Just as Nanjia was thinking about it, the soft voice of the servant girl sounded outside. Nan Jia almost didn't fall off the bed, why did Pei Nanfeng look for him? He didn't have much to do with Pei Nanfeng before.

Out of reason, Nan Jia still forced himself to calm down and said, "I don't know what the landlord is looking for?" ”

The maidservant outside was silent for a while, and then said, "The landlord has something important to discuss." ”

Nan Jia touched his chin, he didn't understand what kind of person Pei Nanfeng was, and now he dared to see him if he would be calculated, so it was better to refuse first.

"Please tell the landlord that the girl will say that she is unwell today, and she will definitely visit the landlord in person in a few days."

The maidservant seemed to hesitate for a long time before she said softly, "Since this is the case, then I won't disturb Nanjia's rest." ”

Nan Jia lay on the side of the door and listened to the servant girl walking away before he breathed a sigh of relief, although this Pei Nanfeng has no quarrel with the world on weekdays, but he makes some unclean money, for which Nan Jia looks down on him very much. But I have to admit that Pei Nanfeng is a powerful character, after all, the world-famous Qinglou is not so easy to operate, especially since this Qinglou is also the largest intelligence center in the world.

In the Golden Hazel Pavilion, Pei Nanfeng sat in front of a guqin, listening to the maidservant's report, a trace of danger flashed under the black mask, and he was unwell?

"Let's go down." Pei Nanfeng said lightly, the slender fingers placed on the strings were slightly plucked, making bursts of piano sounds, crisp and pleasant, but containing endless sorrow.

Nan Jia, the owner of Danfeng Mansion, doesn't stay well in Tanglin, why did you come to Southern Wei? Pei Nanfeng pursed his lips and declined his invitation, although he was not sure that he had anything unsightly, but he must be afraid of being discovered by himself.

Pei Nanfeng's dark eyes narrowed slightly, now Guangling is an eventful season, not only Dinghan Palace has intervened in the royal dispute, could it be that Danfeng Lou has also intervened? And Mo Jiuge was also in Guangling a while ago, "Collapse...."The strings were broken, Pei Nanfeng's eyes darkened, not good........

Shen Qiancheng flew a few times under the leadership of Mo Qingjue to the private floor of the Golden Hazel South Ke Building, the golden and brilliant compartment made Shen Qiancheng a little dazzled, no wonder Nanjia wanted to live here, the conditions here are much better than the inn outside, even the Guangling Qingfeng Inn has to face the back row.

"Nanjia, open the door." Mo Qingjue stood at the door of the private room to the south and shouted.

"You're finally here!" Nan Jia rushed out of the house and hung tightly on Mo Qingjue's body, Mo Qingjue's slender cold eyebrows frowned, and he threw Nan Jia to the ground with all his strength.

As soon as Nan Jia wanted to scold, he saw Shen Qiancheng behind Mo Qingjue, and quickly tidied up his clothes and stood up. Hehe, "Miss Shen, how are you... How did it come? ”

Shen Qiancheng looked at Nan Jia's beautiful face with a look of embarrassment, and said slowly, "What? South Americans, can't they come down? ”

Nan Jia's face turned green when he heard this, and he muttered a few words before saying, "Don't call me a beauty, I'm Nan Jia, the son of Pan An." ”

Shen Qiancheng nodded insincerely, and agreed, "There is Jiamu in the south, it is true. ”

Mo Qingjue looked at Shen Qiancheng's perfunctory appearance, and hooked his lips noncommittally.

Just as the three of them were blocking the door, a calm male voice came from behind them, "Lonely smoke? ”