In Kaifeng Zhou Wangfu, Yue Yingying's room was lit with candles, and through the window, a figure was faintly seen, sitting at a long table.

Yue Chenfeng didn't worry about his daughter, for fear that she would really go alone to assassinate her, so she kept walking around the courtyard, and a trace of doubt came to her mind. Why did Ying Ying sit here all the time and didn't move, Yue Chenfeng didn't feel anything wrong at first, but he came over several times, it was all a posture, a place. Yue Chenfeng, who knew that his daughter liked to move or not, came to the door with a frown.

Knocking on the door gently, Yue Chenfeng saw that there was no movement in the house, and shouted, "Yingying? There was still no movement in the room, Yue Chenfeng stomped his feet, secretly screamed badly, pushed open the door, and saw the scene in the room, his nose was almost crooked.

In the empty room, a shelf was set up next to the long table, on which hung a suit of Yue Yingying's usual clothes. Yue Chenfeng's resolute face showed a rare panic, even if he was born and died before, floating on the rivers and lakes, he had never been so scared as he was now. I have a daughter with Yue Yingying, and when I think of the death of my beloved wife, I promised that I must let her live a stable life. Now that she broke into thousands of troops and horses to assassinate herself, even if she succeeded, the probability of surviving was very small, thinking of this, Yue Chenfeng's heart hurt like a knife.

My father is incompetent, I haven't taken good care of her since I was a child, and I lived a life of licking blood with a knife at that time, but fortunately, Yingying is sensible and has learned to be not weaker than herself. Yue Chenfeng was both proud and happy. Knowing that her daughter grew up and thinking about the entrustment of her deceased wife, Yue Chenfeng always hoped to find her a wealthy ordinary people's in-law and live a peaceful life. Who knew that her daughter had a stubborn temper and had to compete to recruit relatives.

Later, a little Fuba appeared, who fell from the sky and didn't fall to his death, isn't this a match made in heaven? And his life experience, character, Yue Chenfeng is very satisfied. I thought that there would be no regrets in this life, but who knew that Xiaofu was not worthy of the truth, he was unblessed, and he made his daughter a widow when he got married. Yue Chenfeng felt even more guilty in his heart.

Spin around. Yue Chenfeng still came to Shen Muhong's door, and now his group of brothers probably don't have any ideas, so let's listen to this Zhiduoxing. As soon as Shen Muhong fell asleep, he heard a hurried knock on the door, and now that the soldiers are besieging the city, Shen Muhong only thinks that the official army is attacking the city, and he puts on a robe and comes to open the door. Seeing that it was Yue Chenfeng coming in person, he asked first: "But the Ming army has attacked the city?" ”

"Hey! The Ming army did not attack the city, but Yingying she was gone, and I estimate that eighty percent of them went to assassinate. ”

"Confused! The commander of the Ming army can command so many soldiers and horses, how can his status be low? It must be a lot of protection, she went alone, didn't she die! ”

When Yue Chenfeng heard this, his heart was like ashes, his face turned even paler, and he spat out word by word: "Gather people and horses, and go out of the city!" ”

"Never!"

Shen Muhong waved his hand and said: "Now that Miss Yingying is hiding in the enemy barracks, it's okay if we don't move, in case there is a big move, the enemy will definitely be more vigilant, and Yingying will be in danger at that time." ”

"So what to do?" Yue Chenfeng slammed his fist on the table in pain and roared in a deep voice.

"Wait, I hope she'll get out of the way."

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In the tent of the Ming military camp outside the city, nearly a thousand tents are densely packed, continuous, quite spectacular, and the Kaifeng city is surrounded.

Zhu Yousong made up his mind to make a fuss about "a gust of wind", surround but not annihilate, and raise bandits with self-respect. This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, as a vassal king, if you miss this time, I'm afraid you won't have this opportunity in this life. Therefore, he let his soldiers and horses build a camp and build a village as early as possible, and was ready to fight a protracted war.

Although the golden crow fell, the moon rose high, and the cold moonlight sprinkled down, bright as day. In the grain and grass stack in a corner of the barracks, Yue Yingying bent over her knees, wearing a neat short combat robe, and crouched in the dark. She seemed to merge with the shadow, motionless. A little mouse shook its head and got out of under her feet, as if sensing something, squeaked twice, and returned to the hole with its little paws.

After a while, there was a sound of footsteps, and Yue Yingying suddenly opened her eyes, pulled out the short blade on her leg, and held it in her hand. Zhang Jing played lanterns and whistled, inspecting every grain stack. As a petty official who takes care of grain and grass, Zhang Jing has not been so busy and full for a long time. The food and salary of the imperial court have always been delayed, and they are often empty here. But this experience is different, I heard that Prince Fu voluntarily gave food to suppress bandits for the people. King Fu is worthy of being wealthy, every time the grain transported by the Luoyang grain transportation team is a real full car, holding so much grain in his hands, even if it is not his own, Zhang Jing looks at it and feels comfortable.

Every night, he had to inspect several times, and although no one urged him, Zhang Jing still did his duty. Here is the last stack, you can go back to sleep after checking, Zhang Jing nodded with satisfaction, yawned, and prepared to turn back. Suddenly, his shoulders sank, his chin was pinched, and he couldn't move in place. Zhang Jing wanted to shout for help, but found that his jaw was in pain when he was a little harder, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

"If you don't want to die, be silent!"

This is a crisp voice, you know it's a woman when you listen to the voice, but Zhang Jing can't care about this now. Knowing that he had no room to resist, he could only nod his head vigorously, indicating that he was willing to cooperate.

Yue Yingying let go of his chin, and a sharp knife rested on Zhang Jing's neck, so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, and asked tremblingly: "Good man, if you want to steal food, just go and get it, I just can't see it." ”

"Bah, I ask you, who is your manager? In which camp? ”

When Zhang Jing heard that he was not here to steal food, he put his mind at ease and said: "This time the boss is the little prince of Fuwangfu, and the largest camp in the west is." He deliberately showed the name of King Fu, hoping to scare away this bold female thief, I don't know why, although he was held to the neck by a sharp knife, Zhang Jing still didn't want this girl with a crisp and beautiful voice to dare to assassinate the prince and die under the knife.

Yue Yingying raised her right hand and stunned the little soldier with one palm, dragging him into the grain stack, pulling off his armor and draping it over his body. Although Zhang Jing is a grain official, he is thin and weak, and Yue Yingying is wearing his armor, which just fits.

Yue Yingying uncomfortably adjusted her clothes, lowered her head and slowly walked towards the conspicuous handsome camp in the camp tent.

There is a big flag standing in the wind above, and the word "Fu" in gold capital letters is waving in the wind, which looks quite ... Well, festive. At least in the eyes of the beauty assassin Yue Yingying.