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asked for three upper rooms, and Lu Chenxi's room was in the middle of Xiao Yan and Lu Zhi's room.

Although she is surrounded by two martial arts maids, Ning Mo and Qi Bi, after all, she is a woman, and her martial arts do not have to be Lu Zhi and Xiao Yan.

The few people spoke a few more words in the hallway, and then went back to their rooms.

After a little washing, Ning Mo and Qi Bi served Lu Chenxi to sleep, while the two of them made a bunk by the door, and the other sat on the edge of Lu Chenxi's bed and took a nap with his hands on his cheeks.

It was late at night, and everything was quiet, except for the rustle of the breeze through the branches.

On the square table in the middle of the room, a bean-sized oil lamp danced with the night breeze blowing in through the cracks in the window.

Lu Chenxi was lying on the slightly stiff wooden bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

Her mind kept thinking back to Lu Zhi's words before.

What is it that is so urgent that those people in southern Xinjiang can even take the life of Xiao Yan, who is almost a long-cherished enemy for them?

I couldn't wait even a quarter of an hour longer, and I had to leave immediately.

And, if she guessed correctly, they just wanted to retrieve Pranya's body.

It should have been inadvertently knowing that Lu Fu was the chief steward of the Dingguo Mansion, so he temporarily decided to arrest him.

After all, the position of the chief housekeeper cannot be done unless someone who attaches great importance to it.

Presumably, they wanted to learn something about the inheritance from Uncle Fu's mouth.

Lu Chenxi thought that the two southern Xinjiang people named Nanjing and Cangyue should have taken Uncle Fu away together.

If this is the case, it means that there must be something in their hearts that is as important as finding the inheritor, if not more important.

So, what is it exactly?

Lu Chenxi opened his eyes for a while, closed his eyes for a while, and thought about it half-asleep and half-awake.

I don't know how long later, when the sky was just dawning, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she suddenly sat up from the bed!

Lu Chenxi got up too quietly, and Ning Mo, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, opened his eyes suddenly.

She looked at Lu Chenxi, who was sitting in a daze, and asked suspiciously, "County Lord, what's wrong with you?" ”

Lu Chenxi turned his head and looked at Ning Mo in a daze, and then said happily: "Ning Mo, I know!" ”

Ning Mo was even more confused, and the second monk was puzzled: "What do you know?" ”

Lu Chenxi didn't answer her, only urged: "You go next door and invite Brother Xiuyao, I have something important to tell him!" ”

After this movement, the ruler wall who was sleeping by the door also woke up.

At this time, when he heard Lu Chenxi's words, he persuaded him funny: "County Lord, it's not dawn yet." I can't say that Xiao Dagongzi hasn't woken up yet. ”

Lu Chenxi waved his hand again and again, and only urged: "Don't worry about this, you just go and call Brother Xiuyao over!" ”

Qibi got up and sorted out his clothes, and while packing up the quilts and mattresses on the ground, he said, "Could it be that the county lord is planning to see Xiao Dagongzi like this?" ”

Lu Chenxi was stunned for a moment, and then looked down at himself.

A snow-white cotton silk shirt looked messy at this time due to the tossing and turning last night, and the plate on the chest was also loosened by two, slightly revealing the snow-white skin inside.

Her face couldn't help but heat up slightly.

I was really in a panic and forgot about it.

Hurriedly instructed Ning Mo to help her up and began to wash and clean up.

After cleaning up, Lu Chenxi took a slight look at the slightly blurred bronze mirror placed on the simple dresser, nodded with satisfaction, and then instructed Qibi to invite Xiao Yan, and he walked to Lu Zhi's room with Ning Mo.

Knocked lightly on the door, and after getting a positive answer, Lu Chenxi pushed the door with Ning Mo and walked in.

Lu Zhi had already gotten up and was wiping his long sword.

Seeing that Lu Chenxi also got up so early, he couldn't help but smile in surprise and said, "Why did Zhao'er get up so early today?" Isn't this inn shabby, you can't sleep well? ”

Lu Chenxi glared at Lu Zhi with disgust, and said with a straight face: "It's true that I can't sleep well." But it's not because the inn is shabby, but I figured out one thing. ”

"Oh? What's up? ”

Xiao Yan, who pushed the door in, happened to hear this sentence, and asked with a faint raised eyebrows.

Lu Chenxi turned around, with a solemn look on his face: "The matter of Southern Xinjiang." ”

Then she walked to the square table in the middle and sat down, and after motioning for the two to sit down as well, she explained: "I think that southern Xinjiang may be about to change." ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like throwing a boulder on the calm lake, which caused earth-shattering waves.

Xiao Yan's usually indifferent face also showed some surprise.

He frowned and asked solemnly, "What do you say?" ”

He knows that Zhao'er is the smartest, and he is always good at finding out the truth of things from some small details that are easy to be ignored by everyone.

And a lot of the time, she's right.

Lu Chenxi's index finger tapped lightly on the table, and his eyes unconsciously looked in the direction of the south outside the window: "If I remember correctly, this term of the head of the southern Xinjiang tribe is already forty years old, right?" Xiao Yan nodded, confirming her guess: "It's already one in forty." ”

Lu Chenxi's eyes looked very distant, and her voice was soft, but it was like thunder blasting in Xiao Yan's ears: "Then he should be about to die." ”

Xiao Yan's pupils shrank suddenly.

His complexion also became a little ugly.

He knew too well what kind of riot would happen in southern Xinjiang if the current tribal leader of southern Xinjiang died.

The saintess of southern Xinjiang is very ambitious.

Lu Zhi's eyes on the side also flashed a trace of complexity.

He knew why Zhao'er guessed like this.

After returning from her grandfather's house that day, Zhao'er told him and his father exactly what had happened. My father had already known some things from the old patriarch, but it was not as detailed and clear as Lu Chenxi said.

Lu Zhi heard of it for the first time.

At that time, great anger rose in his heart.

Those barbarians in southern Xinjiang have always coveted the inheritance of their Lu clan, so they have been attacking Zhao'er again and again, in order to be able to restrain Zhao'er and get the inheritance of the Lu clan.

What a bunch of outrageous bandits!

Thinking of this, Lu Zhi sneered: "Wouldn't it be better to die, lest you always covet Zhao'er and poison Zhao'er all day long!" ”

The look on Xiao Yan's face became heavier and heavier, he glanced at Lu Zhi and explained: "If the head of the southern Xinjiang tribe dies, Zhao'er will probably face more persecution from southern Xinjiang." That chief is a very upright man, and the reason why the Southern Frontier has been so peaceful all these years is because of his suppression. If he died, presumably the ambitious saintess in southern Xinjiang would be desperate to resort to all means. ”

He paused, and his eyes gradually deepened, "And when the time comes, I'm afraid that the south of the Great Zhou will also be in turmoil." ”