Jiang Ming and Ah Feng glanced at each other, and both of them swallowed a mouthful of saliva as they looked at the crowd under the tree: Alas, the roasted meat is fragrant.

"Fang Zhenfu, that fire and these prey, according to the conjecture of the humble position, it should be ......" A fat man nodded and bowed to the person in charge.

Fang Zhenfu interrupted him: "Fat Chen, you just eat more meat and talk less." What is our mission, remember? ”

Chen Fatzi nodded hurriedly, sat next to Fang Zhenfu at the same time, and handed a roasted brocade chicken to Fang Zhenfu: "Remember, remember, let's track down the fire in the former queen's mausoleum, arrest the relevant people, etc." ”

He also took a chicken to nibble on: "However, how can this credit be compared to ......" He straightened his neck and swallowed a piece of meat: "How can it be compared with 'please' back to the princess of Ningguo?" ”

Fang Zhenfu slapped Chen Fatzi's head directly with his oily hand: "Shut up." Merit? Having that life is a merit, and not having that life is an errand to cut off the head. ”

"Do you see those horseshoe prints, do you think you can catch someone if you catch them? You know who you're going to catch. When he said this, he looked left and right, and unconsciously lowered his voice: "That's Grandpa Jiang!" ”

"With a team of dead soldiers, you think we can catch a man who killed thousands of miles in enemy territory? It was he who caught us almost. ”

"Horseshoe prints, hey, if Grandpa Jiang and his old man are really so careless, Qianli, do you know how far away Qianli is, can he come back? Let's have a long brain, take care of people, and rush there at dawn to make a difference, which is the credit of the hand. ”

"You don't have to hurt people, you don't have to fight with people, this errand is a first-class errand, do you know? Alas, I want a hind leg of mutton, you all save some food for Lao Tzu. ”

Fang Zhenfu no longer paid attention to Chen Fatzi, and went directly to grab the roasted yellow sheep.

Fat Chen threw away the chicken bones: "It's still calming and having a vision." He said here and glanced at the four or five people next to him: "They don't ask a word if they catch it, can they just take it back like this?" ”

Fang Zhenfu slapped his palm on Fat Chen's head: "What we want is credit, not to put our heads on it, ask, ask, what to ask!" ”

He glanced at the four or five people who were tied sturdily: "If you ask, we really can't make a difference." Hey, the matter of the gods, we little pawns should not get involved. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Fatzi wanted to praise a few more words, but he didn't want his body to float suddenly, he didn't know what was going on, and then he took a closer look at himself and actually moved two feet sideways.

Fat Chen looked at Fang Zhenfu inexplicably, subconsciously he thought that he felt that something was wrong, but he didn't want to look at the person he saw in the past was not Fang Zhenfu but a young man.

A very handsome young man. The handsome young man smiled at him, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "Excuse me, give me a chicken." ”

After he finished speaking, he pointed to a yellow sheep not far away that had not yet been roasted: "Leave that one to me, that, my appetite is a little big, Fang Zhenfu will take care of it, please don't laugh." ”

Fang Zhenfu shook the flesh on his face, and wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh: "Yes, yes." The leg of lamb in his hand almost fell to the ground.

"It seems that Fang Zhenfu knows who I am, which saves a lot of trouble. Under the surname Jiang single name an inscription, fortunately will be lucky. Jiang Ming smiled, and his teeth were white, which made the eyes of these soldiers a little flower--the hearts of the soldiers were also a little panicked.

Jiang Ming suddenly looked at the little official opposite: "What is this brother going to do?" I just want to talk to you a few words, isn't it that my brother doesn't want to give this face? ”

There were more than two dozen people around, and Jiang Ming was only one.

However, more than 20 people, including Fang Zhenfu, were sweating on their panicked heads, and the flesh of their nervous bodies was trembling; But Jiang was at ease: the more this was the case, the more frightened Fang Zhenfu and the others became.

Fang Zhenfu and the others all knew that Jiang Ming had a team of personal soldiers who followed him out of the capital; No one knew where the team of soldiers was, because all the people who chased Jiang Ming and the others had never found any trace of the cavalry of the brigade.

But there is one thing that many people can confirm, as long as Jiang Ming appears, his personal soldiers are nearby.

Indeed, when he met Han Madsheng outside the capital, Jiang Ming and his personal soldiers appeared one after the other; However, those pro-soldiers were not there tonight.

Jiang Ming couldn't let those pro-soldiers follow him all the time, so he could only agree on a place to meet at a certain time and place: otherwise, they would have been found long ago.

However, Jiang Ming and the others knew that the soldiers were not there, but Fang Zhenfu and the others did not; Fang Zhenfu and the others really knew a lot, including Jiang Ming's own soldiers' ability to fight habitually - they were sent to death if they were to the master's family.

Fang Zhenfu, who didn't live enough, finally opened his mouth: "What are you doing, it's really not big or small, you don't take good care of that yellow sheep, it's burnt and loses its taste, see if I don't cut your head." ”

He drank away the subordinate who held down the handle of the knife first, and then nodded to Jiang Ming and said, "Grandpa Jiang, if you have any orders, just say it, as long as the little ones can do it, it will definitely be done properly for you." ”

Fang Zhenfu is a smart person, he suddenly figured out one thing: he has no grudges with Jiang Ming and Princess Ningguo, and he has never done anything sorry for them, Jiang Ming must not have come to ask for his life at this time.

But Jiang Ming would not show up for no reason, so he guessed that Jiang Ming should come to him because of something.

Jiang Ming laughed: "Okay, it's really clever and promising." He shut up and pointed to the people who were tied up with all kinds of flowers: "What did they do?" ”

Fat Chen's face tightened, and he finally closed his mouth when he wanted to say something: no matter how good the credit is, it is not as good as his own life.

Fang Zhenfu's eyes changed slightly, and several thoughts turned in his heart in a single breath: Grandpa Jiang really didn't know what these people were doing?

If you don't know, why did you show up? After he confirmed it, he nodded with a smile: "Grandpa Jiang doesn't know, these people have a lot to do with the matter of the first queen's underground palace, and the little one will take it down when he accidentally learns about it." ”

"It just so happens that there is no more suitable questioner than Grandpa Jiang." He waved his hand: "Fat Chen, don't bring people over yet, Grandpa Jiang wants to ask." ”

Jiang Ming smiled again and patted Fang Zhenfu's shoulder hard: "Okay, good, you're really good." ”

Being able to meet such a slippery and shrewd person really saved Jiang Ming a lot of trouble; Seeing the person who pulled over, Jiang Ming spit out a piece of bone, which happened to land on one person's leg.

The person is tied up and his mouth is blocked, so the person who is hit by the bone only struggles the ground, and there is no sound other than humming.

But everyone, including Fang Zhenfu, could see clearly that the man's leg bone had been broken.

At this moment, not only did Fang Zhenfu completely die, but the others didn't dare to have other thoughts.

"I'll ask, and you will answer. If the answer is correct, there will be water to drink and something to eat; If you answer incorrectly or slowly, you will have to eat bones. Jiang Ming looked at the four or five people who were tied up, and his voice was still very kind.