The moon is like Emei, a thin and curved one, and the Milky Way is dotted all over the sky, flickering bright and dark. Under the night sky, wide official roads wind like giant snakes through large fields and fields. On both sides of the quiet and uninhabited official road, there are two rows of poplar trees used to protect against wind and dust, and the evening breeze blows, and the leaves rustle.

As the crescent moon moved westward, the warm wind became tighter and cooler, and dark clouds rose in the sky until there was no moonlight or a little starlight.

On a mound next to Zaoyang Pavilion, close to the official road, there were twenty-seven or eight people in ambush. The group was about the same age, the older one was in his early thirties, and the younger one was nearly twenty. All of them are close-fitting short hits, with sleeves on the top, leg wraps on the bottom, a tight waist in the middle, and a slip of navy blue, or ring swords, or iron swords, or bows and arrows, or halberds, all of which are dressed as nocturnal rangers and thieves.

A group of people were distributed around the mound, bowing their heads, probing the surroundings while monitoring the movements in the Zaoyang Pavilion. A person lay on a stone near the official road of the mound, looked at the Zaoyang Pavilion where there were still a few bright spots for a while, and then ran back to the shallow ditch in the middle of the mound, and said to the person sitting in the middle: "Marquis Feng, it's late at night, and there is no one on the road, why don't you do it at this time?" ”

The man sitting in the middle was older, in his thirties, with a black face and a black beard, and two ring-headed knives crossed at the back of his waist, which had some majesty of his own. This Feng Junhou's "Junhou" is not a name, but this person whose real name is Feng Ji once served as a military marquis in the army, and later because he lost his hand in the army, he killed someone and committed an accident, so that he was exiled in the rivers and lakes, but this title has been retained. Feng Ji looked at the sky and said, "Don't worry, wait for the night to be deeper." This matter is very important, if there is a little exposure, the head of the family, we will not escape death! ”

"But look at the time, this Zaoyang Pavilion is about to close, I'm afraid that there will be many dreams at night."

"What about closing the door, can a small Zaoyang Pavilion still stump me and wait?" Feng Ji glanced at the person who spoke, pointed in the direction of Zaoyang Pavilion, and said, "Let me ask you, do you know why the head of the family sent so many capable people to deal with a small Zaoyang Pavilion?" ”

The man thought for a while and said, "The head of the family once said that this Zaoyang Pavilion is not easy to deal with, and Wang Qiao rode more than 30 times last time, and they were all folded in it. ”

"That's true," Feng Ji nodded, and said: "But there was also a reason for the incident, at that time, a scholar and a swordsman happened to pass by here, and the two of them organized the people and laid traps to be prepared, and Wang Qiao was reckless and underestimated the enemy, so he suffered a big loss." But at this time, the two of them had already lived in the county town of Suozao, and they were not here. The strong enemy is not there, and tonight we are waiting to be prepared to attack unprepared, and ten people are enough. ”

The man couldn't figure it out this time, so he asked, "What about ...... And why? ”

"This trip is not to kill people and buy goods, but to recover a letter, which is very important and needs to be foolproof. That's why the head of the house sent so many people. ”

"Letters?" The man had heard of the Epistle and asked, "Why is the Epistle so important?" ”

Feng Ji seemed to have a good relationship with the person who spoke, and when he saw him asking again, he whispered in the man's ear: "Wang Qiao's son harbored evil intentions and had a plan, and he secretly stole the letter when he left Yingchuan this time. It doesn't matter if he dies, if that letter leaks, the consequences will be unimaginable! ”

"But Feng Junhou, that Wang Qiao's more than 30 horsemen are all dead, and the corpses have also been taken away by the people of the county temple, if he hides the letter on his body, he must have been searched at this time, if he is not on his body, there is no proof of death, this letter will definitely be difficult to find, and it will be useless to come to this Zaoyang Pavilion again!"

Speaking of this, although Feng Ji understood in his heart, he didn't want to say more, he just said: "The head of the family thinks freely, but you shouldn't ask more, I just need to obey the order." ”

This group of people was sent by the Zhang family, and the letter they said was extremely important to Zhang Lun of Yingchuan and even to Zhang Rang, a regular servant in Luoyang. At that time, after Wang Qiao received the task of stealing the military horse, he saw the opportunity to take the letter, planning to have the opportunity to sell it for a large price in the future, and even change the level of advancement, but he didn't expect to meet Jiang Xun, and in the end, he was unblessed.

Zhang Lun, who was sitting in Yingchuan, soon discovered that the letter was lost, investigated it, and determined that it was stolen by Wang Qiao. But at this time, Wang Qiao had just been killed, and Zhang Lun was afraid that the letter would fall into the hands of Jiang Xun and Wei Ju, so he asked his son Zhang Che and other eyes and ears to inquire about it. In the end, Wei Ju's investigation was still focused on Zhuang Xing and the horse theft case, and it was very likely that he did not get the letter at all. But Wang Qiao is dead, and there is no way to find out where the letter went, Zhang Lun really has no way to be foolproof, so he sent more than 20 capable doormen from Yingchuan Yang Zhai's house and under the hands of Zhang Che, a sour date, headed by Feng Ji, the task is to thoroughly search Zaoyang Pavilion, and also kill people and kill people, chickens and dogs.

The sky is getting darker, and if the clouds clear, you can see that the moon is already in the middle of the sky. But at this time, the world was dark, and it was impossible to tell the time. The so-called moon dark killing night, when the wind is high and the fire is set on fire. The lights of all the households in the Zaoyang Pavilion gradually turned off, and there was no light in the sight, Feng Jimo held the two ring-headed knives behind his waist, suddenly pulled out the knife in his hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Masked, do it!" ”

The people who were already a little sleepy were suddenly shocked, got up one after another, pulled up their face towels, each drew out their blades, moved their legs and feet, cats waist, broken steps, one foot high, one foot low, down the mound, through the woods, over the fields, to the Zaoyang Pavilion surrounded by mulberry elms.

The group walked outside the south gate, Feng Ji waved his hand to signal everyone to stop, and said in a low voice: "We are divided into four teams, each team has two sets of bows and arrows, and four gates are divided." After half a pillar of incense, turn it in together. There is only one person in the room who can be called a strong man, and he lives in the pavilion in the middle, and if you see him, shoot him immediately! ”

The team was immediately divided into four parts, Feng Ji and seven people remained at the south gate, about half a pillar of incense, Feng Ji beckoned, still whispered: "Up!" ”

This sentence "on! "Immediately, a person climbed to the bottom of the wall and half-squatted against the wall, which was regarded as building a human wall. Feng Ji stepped forward with his waist, stepped on his shoulders and jumped with strength, reached out with his long hand, grabbed the wall, and then climbed onto the wall, and was just about to jump into the wall, when he heard a loud shout from inside, like thunder: "Where do thieves dare to come here to be presumptuous?" ”