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When he saw Han Mochen's cold gaze, he hurriedly changed his words: "The spy has been heavily guarded. ”

"Okay." Han Mochen's words were concise and to the point, and he lowered his head and continued to look at the mountains of art of war scrolls on the case.

Wei Zhenghu stood in place, wanting to speak and stopping.

Han Mochen didn't look up: "Something?" ”

Wei Zhenghu stood up straight: "General Hui, 'Shen Nineteen' should not be the one who set fire!" ”

Han Mochen was silent.

Wei Zhenghu didn't know if the cold-faced general was reading a book, or if he listened to his words a little.

He was just about to speak, only to hear Han Mochen put the bamboo slip in his hand on the case, which was not a huge sound, but it still shocked Wei Zhenghu's heart.

"Why?" Han Mochen's tone was calm.

Wei Zhenghu was a little nervous, he clasped his hands into fists and bowed and said: "It is said that Shen Shijiu has been in the room since she came, and her subordinates feel that if she wants to do it, I am afraid she will do it a long time ago." ”

"Then, according to you, who will do it?" Han Mochen stared at Wei Zhenghu and asked, his face was cold and frosty, however, his eyes hid irrepressible anger, this time, almost all the grain and grass were burned, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the Han family army who was outside the plug.

And that "arsonist", even if he is immediately dealt with by military law, it is also a matter of course!

"My subordinates don't know!" Wei Zhenghu hurriedly lowered his head again.

For a long time, only the sound of the wind whistling outside the tent passed through Wei Zhenghu's ears, he looked up at Han Mochen, but saw that Han Mochen had already opened the art of war in front of him, and drew something on it with his fingers.

Wei Zhenghu didn't dare to say more, so he could only whisper: "My subordinates retire." ”

It wasn't until he got out of the tent that he let out a sigh, this cold-faced general of the Han family, he could be regarded as a leader today.

And Han Mochen in the tent, every stroke he pointed to was two words - "nineteen......

Hu 19 was held in a tent that temporarily served as a "prison". As a "spy", she is fortunate to have strict military discipline in the Han family, therefore. No one harsh her.

It's just that, in such a situation, no one can be expected to "treat" her well.

At night, the wind was like a complaint, and Hu Shijiu sat in the tent. She pondered repeatedly, who set the fire that day?

Since Hu Shijiu came to the barracks, she has been wandering in the room, relying on her prudence, along the way, there have been occasional negligence, all of which are "turning danger into relief".

However, for some reason, the closer it gets. The more uneasy Hu Shijiu's heart became. It was a natural vigilance as a fox, but she couldn't tell where the danger was coming from.

Until a few days ago there was a fire in the granary......

Hu Shijiu finally understood what the strong sense of uneasiness that always hit his heart was what was going on......

She felt sad and indignant about Han Mochen's misunderstanding, however, in the past few days alone, when she was meditating. But she seemed to be able to understand why Han Mochen did this......

Compared with his own grievances, Hu Shijiu is more worried about the imminent war and the remaining dry food. How many days is it enough for Han Jiajun to eat?

"Hey! Time to eat! "The dusty little soldier brought a few steamed buns.

Hu Jiu didn't seem to hear it, she just ate a little bit of the food given to her at noon, and the rest was left there untouched.

"I really can't eat so much ......," she explained softly. In any case, see the granary in ruins. Thinking that maybe in a few days, the soldiers, even this steamed bun would probably become a scarce thing, Hu Shijiu really felt that he should not come to Han Mochen's side rashly.

What can she do? In addition to being able to make wine, what is the difference between yourself and your previous life? Is it still the "Shen Jianing" who will only rely on Han Mochen?

Han Mochen's distrust once made Hu Shijiu's heart like ashes, but she did not intend to give up.

To believe or not to believe is Han Mochen's choice.

And to save him or not, Hu Shijiu had no choice.

Because, from the very beginning, she chose to be reborn and did not leave a way out for herself.

"It's good to eat something." The little soldier looked at Hu Shijiu, who was getting thinner, and said softly.

"Thank you, I'm so ......" Hu Jiujiu said, she suddenly felt that the voice was a little familiar......

No......

She raised her head in a trance, and in front of her, the man with a veil, a dark face, and a little beard next to his lips made her a little strange and familiar......

Hu Shijiu looked at the other party suspiciously, she couldn't believe that this was ......

"Dead girl!" The creep spoke, his smile sinitiated.

Hu Shijiu only felt a slight pain in her forehead, and a crisp "burst" popped into her head.

"Lu!" Hu Shijiu blurted out, how could it be him!

Lu Wu reached out and stuffed the steamed bun into Hu Shijiu's mouth, blocking Hu Shijiu's next words.

"Are you so excited to see me?" He crossed his arms and looked at Hu Shijiu, and that familiar smile appeared on his lips again.

Hu Shijiu "held" the steamed bun, Lu Wu appeared so suddenly, she couldn't describe her mood at this time in words.

She stared at Lu Wu with bright eyes and looked at Lu Wu without blinking.

Lu Wu crossed his arms and stared at her for a while: "Dead girl, why don't you cry?" ”

He was a little disappointed: "I thought you would have tears in your eyes!" ”

Cry?

Hu Shijiu tilted her head, probably since this fire, Han Mochen didn't trust herself, her tears dried up......

"But it's still that stupid!" Lu Wu stretched out his hand and took the steamed bun from Hu Shijiu's mouth, "The master knows that he looks good, but he doesn't have to keep staring at it like this, right?" ”

He seemed to point at Hu Nineteen with some disgust: "The saliva has flowed to the ground." ”

Hu Shijiu was stunned, stunned, and suddenly she laughed loudly: "Lu Wu! ”

She jumped up, and with lightning speed, she flicked a "burst" on Lu Wu's head: "It's good to see you!" ”

Lu Wu smiled......

Hu Shijiu was a little surprised: "Why don't you avoid it?" ”

Lu Wu opened his hands and circled Hu Shijiu, and when he felt that the little man in his arms was about to run away again, Lu Wu said softly: "Don't go." ”

His hug was very empty, his hug was very warm, Lu Wu's arm was not next to Hu Shijiu's body, but just encircled her in a virtual way, Hu Shijiu smelled a familiar breath, she really believed that this was Lu Wu, this was Lu Wu, this was Lu Wu who would definitely appear every time she was most helpless in this life.

"Why are you here?" In the air, in addition to the breath of Lu Wu, there is also the smell of wind and sand.

Hu Shijiu took two steps back, although she had been separated for a few days and experienced many things, her eyes were clear, just like Lu Wu's memory.

Lu Wu smiled.

"I said I would come back."

(To be continued.) )