In the summer, atomic water is abundant and grassy, and there are fewer things to do for a few beasts. Xianbei is not earlier than Liang to worship at night, so Tuoba Milling has a lot of free time. The more idle a person is, the deeper his obsession with things that he can't figure out.

The few people hanging on the shelf were killed and didn't open their mouths, and he wanted to know more and more, what kind of blade can chop people so beautifully? So serious that as soon as I sat down, I had a splitting headache because of this. Of course, he didn't want the two Xianbei people to die clearly, but he was just worried that one day he would die without understanding.

Someone can silently pick people up under their noses, and I don't know who it is at the time, so it should be a careless mistake. People are not sages, and patience is over. If you can't find out afterwards, unless, unless Shi Heng and the others are really picked up by the gods. It's just that he hasn't believed in the gods for a long time.

Tuoba Mill glanced at the person who sent the letter twice, and asked in extremely orthodox Chinese: "Xue Ling?" ”

The two of them glanced at each other, only nodded slightly in unison, but did not answer.

Tuoba raised his eyebrows, flipped the letter over and over again, and made sure that it was white paper on both sides except for the seal. He still didn't give up, and asked, "What do you say?" ”

The two of them were even more puzzled, and after a pause, one of them said, "Miss Xue didn't explain anything, she just said that she could send a letter." ”

Tuoba sneered, and held the letter farther away, shining through the light in the air, looking closely. Look at it, there are large pieces of Yin red on the paper, and gradually spell a word to the whole.

It was blood, the blood of one of the corpses of the two Xianbei people. The upper body is dyed, and the chest is the thickest, and it has condensed into a black-brown color when it is dragged back.

The person's head is cut off, and the blood should be sprayed in the opposite direction of the body. Even if you cut your throat first, then follow the wound from top to bottom, from thick to light. For example, the other one is very normal, and you can see at a glance that you lost your life because of the separation of your head.

But that one, too, had a gurgling head, so few people looked at other wounds. People are all dead thoroughly, and the cause of death is also very clear, it is nothing more than being stumped by the karma, and it is not interesting to look at it more. Thinking about it now, Tuoba Mill was suddenly enlightened.

It's good to lose your head, but that person is only afraid that he will die of being stabbed in the heart first. But the wound outside this hole is small, and the people on the grassland are used to not paying attention to this kind of trivial effort, and no one has checked it.

So, what is it that can poke a tiny but deadly hole in a person's heart, and can chop a person's neck so beautifully?

It turned out that he had actually seen this thing, he had seen a Central Plains Han sword that was not more than a foot long, with an ear of cracked spar swaying in front of him, and the Han girl shouted "my sword" smartly and delicately, shouting with teeth and claws.

Tuoba Mill took the letter back in front of him, rubbed his fingertips vigorously, looked at it twice, and set it aside. Whispering a few words to the guard standing on the side, the man withdrew. Then he turned to the two people who sent the letter to the Jiang Mansion: "You two wait, it was just a letter, and now you have to bring an object for me to your Miss Xue." ”

The two of them were very suspicious in their eyes, but they couldn't say much. He only nodded yes, and was sent aside to eat tea by Tuoba Milling.

After a few moments, the guards who had retreated earlier brought a pair of pen and ink and a thick wooden box. Tuoba Milling took it with his hand, pinched the pen and looked decent, looking at the handwriting, it was obvious that he had put a lot of effort into it. After writing, they were stuffed into the box, and then sealed at the opening of the box with mutton fat, and the two of them were in their hands.

At this time, Tuoba Mill's face was no longer gloomy, his eyebrows and eyes were strong, and his face was heavy, and he looked at it, and he had his own imperial majesty. The smile was also quite hearty, and he only said: "I think Xue Ling didn't wait for this thing, the two of you might as well have a meal and leave." ”

How could the two stay here longer, the one picked out by the Jiang Mansion was also the red rabbit in the horse, and he did not make promises, but refused, saying that he wanted to rush back to the master's house to return to his life. Tuoba Mill didn't stay long, and arranged for someone to lead him and say that he was going to choose some fast horses.

The two of them didn't know that Tuoba was the best Qianli horse in Xianbei, with extremely fast feet and good endurance. Although I can't run back to Beijing in one go, I am much faster than ordinary horses.

Xue Ling really didn't wait for this thing, but he was in a hurry to wait for Xue Ling's thing, waiting for Shi Qi's bone mark.

When the next person came to report, saying that he had seen the people out of the royal capital with his own eyes, Tuoba Milling could put himself away. Seeing that the pen and ink on the table were still confiscated, he remembered that when he caught Xue Ling, he had found a piece of paper in the inn, and it was his name of Tuoba Milling. Now that I think about it, when that Han girl wrote this name....... What's planned?

As if to make it clearer, he tried to paint Xue Ling's two words dragon flying and phoenix dancing. Xianbei is not as good as Liang Guo, there are so many Li surnamed Wang Zhang, and no Emperor Liang Cheng forced his courtiers to send his son back. Therefore, Xue Ling's name is really not so loud.

I haven't fought for so many years, and my awe of Xue Yihan is nothing more than that, not to mention that he is a hairy boy who has never called a battle. Tuoba Mill tried hard to recall, and the first time he heard Xue Ling's name, it seemed to be from Wei Long's mouth?

When the two of them talked about trapping Xue Yihan, they mentioned this person's son, and Wei Long was a little secretive. But it is less than fourteen, and Tuoba Milling is inevitably despised. The fourteen on the grassland, there are few horses that can descend, and the fourteenth of the Han people is the one who can pee in the dark.

After the Northwest incident, the word Xue Ling has never appeared.

Again, Xue Ling turned to him with a silver kettle. There must be some admiration, but if you want to say that the five bodies are on the ground, it will inevitably be a little too much. He tapped the table twice, glanced at his handwriting, and felt a little depressed. This word, compared to that woman, is still a little weaker.

How did they rob Shi Heng and the others?

She had already been to the Qiang tribe before she came to Xianbei?

Maybe Shi Heng and the others were tricked by her, just to give themselves a dismount?

Which link will allow her to take people away?

Where did I go so that the best eagle dogs of the prairie could not find traces?

Shi Heng has never been out of the palace, Shi Qi is a stupid rabbit, how did they conspire?

There are so many questions, but not one answer. But the most important thing is that Tuoba Milling is considering, whether Xue Ling wants to join forces with Xianbei or with the Qiang clan? Why did that woman dare to hand Shi Qi's seal to herself in a grand manner?

It was supposed to be a muddle case, but the letter was delivered. The top is also succinct: Give me back the original bone print. He remembered the night talk with Xue Ling, on his face.

Xue Yihan's son, it is impossible to join hands with Hu Ren.