In the valley on the outskirts of Lin'an City, the vanguard black camp is in the big tent of the Chinese army.

"Husband, what happened?"

"Why do you need to leave in such a hurry?"

"Did my father have some accidents?"

Inside the big tent of the Chinese army, the atmosphere was a little weird. Sun Xiyue obviously felt a little inappropriate, at this moment, she looked at Su Li and asked him anxiously.

"County Lord."

"And listen to me, at present, the situation in Lin'an City is very unclear, for the sake of your and me's safety, we can only stay in the army for the time being and wait and see what happens."

Su Li stepped forward and said to her comfortingly.

Yesterday, Su Li took Sun Xiyue out of Lin'an City overnight and came to the Black Camp Army. In Lin'an City, there are already waves, and if you continue to stay in it, you may become a turtle in an urn.

"But my mother is still in the city."

"What about the concubine?"

Sun Xiyue's face turned pale when she heard this, and she asked Su Li urgently with a little fear.

"County Lord, your mother concubine is a member of the Yang family."

"The Yang family will protect her."

"If it ......"

Su Li didn't continue to explain to her, thinking in his heart, the princess was afraid that the princess would be more than lucky. Without the definite news of Prince Kang's suffering, Prince Kang would definitely not leave Lin'an City easily. Even if he goes to Prince Kang's mansion in person and explains all the causes and consequences of the matter, I am afraid that he will not be able to take Princess Kang away.

"Su Dadutong, what do we need to do now?"

Qin Shi stepped forward and asked him with his fists clenched. At this moment, Qin Shi and the two thousand soldiers of the pioneer black camp are all the only ones who are looking forward to the horse.

"We don't have to do anything."

"Just one word."

"Wait ......"

When Su Li heard this, he replied to him sonorously. All they can do now is wait. The battle situation in Xiangzhou will be reported back soon. How, exactly? What about Prince Kang? Wait a few days and you'll know. The final answer is, is everything as you want it to be?

"Qin Dadu Tong, quickly go and send someone to send a message to Zheng Hong, the chief soldier of the Beida Battalion."

"If the situation gets out of control, nothing can be done, so that he must give up resistance and hand over the talisman in his hand."

Su Li thought for a moment, then looked at Qin Shi and instructed him.

"Su Dadutong, why is this?"

"Zheng Hong is the confidant of the prince, and the Beida camp is in his hands, and we will be safer."

Qin Shi was a little puzzled, he really couldn't figure it out, why did Su Li make such an arrangement?

"The capital of Qin is unified, and the Beida camp is slightly different from the pioneer black camp."

"In such a slaughtering situation, how could the people who laid out it ignore the Beida Camp and let it fall out of the chessboard?"

"I'm afraid it's Zheng Hong, but if he makes a slight move, it will lead to death for him."

"It's true that Zheng Hong came from the black camp, but the other soldiers in the Peking camp, they will also be with him and go all the way to the black abyss?"

"You know, the human heart is the most unpredictable."

"What's more, if there is a war in Xiangzhou, there will really be some accidents."

"Then there is a word, and it will be fulfilled."

Su Li frowned slightly, and said a little helplessly.

"What?"

"The wall fell and everyone pushed it."

Su Li's words were plain, but it made everyone's faces in the big tent extremely ugly.

The matter has come to this point, every step of the way, everything must be careful.

Now, only the remaining 2,000 vanguard black battalions are the most reliable army.

These soldiers are the ones who can hand over their backs

It's just that where will the army of 2,000 go?

*

On the fifth day of the ninth month, the sky over Lin'an City was suddenly sprinkled with a light rain.

An autumn rain and a cold, this light rain down, making Lin'an City reveal a bit of coldness.

"Eight hundred miles expedited, eight hundred miles expedited."

As soon as he rode a fast horse, he raised a trail of dust, galloped away on the official road, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

*

At the same time, a white carrier pigeon quickly pierced from the sky, flapped its white wings, and slowly landed in the palace of Southern Chu.

"Red Paint Urgent."

It was here that the little eunuch who took care of the carrier pigeons. When he saw the red lacquered bamboo tube tied to the paws of the carrier pigeon, his complexion changed suddenly.

He has been here for a long time. Red paint urgent, he saw it for the first time.

He hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed the carrier pigeon, and took the bamboo tube above his paws. After that, leave in a hurry.

Such an important thing must be handed over to the general manager of Changda as soon as possible.

*

"Holy Lord, the battle report of Xiangzhou has arrived."

Chang Si dragged the red lacquer bamboo tube with both hands and walked quickly into the imperial study.

"Oh?"

"Hurry up."

Emperor Chu Wen, who was reviewing the excerpts, suddenly got up and took two steps forward, looking extremely eager in his tone.

"Yes."

Tsuneji cautiously opened the bamboo tube in his hand. At this time, this small bamboo tube seems to be heavier than a thousand jun.

"Holy Lord, please read."

Chang Si took out the letter paper in the bamboo tube, bowed slightly, and handed it to Emperor Chu Wen with both hands.

"Whew."

Emperor Chu Wen's hands trembled slightly, and he was still a little hesitant in his heart, so he did not immediately take the letter paper in Chang Si's hand.

In his heart, he was a little uneasy. Will everything really turn out as he expected? If not, then what?

Changji was silent and bowed to stand. His hands held the letter paper steadily.

"Huh."

After a moment of hesitation, Emperor Chu Wen seemed to have made up his mind, snatched the letter paper from Chang Si's hand, and began to read.

"August 30......"

"August 20......"

"August 15......"

"Hahahaha."

Emperor Wen of Chu laughed loudly, extremely excited. For more than ten years, I have been worried about the throne all the time. Now, the big trouble has finally cleared. From now on, Nanchu will be his Nanchu alone. In the whole world, no one dares to disobey his orders.

"Tsuneji."

"You can take a look too."

Emperor Wen of Chu was overjoyed and threw the letter paper in his hand to Chang Si.

"Old slave, congratulations to the saint, congratulations to the saint."

"Long live the saints."

Changji hurriedly finished reading, quickly knelt on the ground, and shouted loudly.

"Hahahaha."

"Changji, the credit is indispensable."

Emperor Wen of Chu gradually calmed down a little, and praised Chang Temple. Although all the layout came from his hands, the person who carried out it was personally arranged by Changji.

"The saint praises falsely, how dare the old slave take credit."

"It's all because of the saints, strategizing, and winning thousands of miles."

"What's more."

"Worrying about the king is within the old slave's share, and the old slave will never give up."

Tsuneji knelt on the ground and said respectfully.

"Alright, Hugh has to make another excuse."

"I know your heart, so be even."

Emperor Wen Chu turned around and sat back on the dragon chair. His hands gently caressed the golden carved dragon chair under him, and his heart was full of emotion.

Under the throne, at this moment, it is completely his own.

"Tsuneji, prepare to close the net."

Emperor Wen of Chu suddenly spoke, and in his words, he revealed endless cold-blooded and endless slaughter.

"The old slave commands."

Hearing this, Tsuneji quickly turned around and left in a hurry.

At this moment, the sky over Lin'an City, which was originally just a light rain, was suddenly covered with clouds, lightning and thunder.

I am afraid that this light rain will soon turn into a drifting heavy rain.

*

In Lin'an City, the murderous atmosphere is pervasive.