A steamed bun was cooked, Fang Fei handed it over, and Shen Tong tore off the fragrant crispy skin and chewed it crunched.

The shrimp head felt a pang in his heart, and Shen Tong said that she would not be able to help but kill him!

She said he would kill him!

"If I don't leave, you're going to kill me?" Shrimp Head couldn't believe that someone would talk about killing people so easily, so easy that even Flying Fish Guard would be dumbfounded.

"Yes, I don't trust someone, I won't stay with him, unless I turn him into a dead man, I can do it, do you want to try?" Shen Tong raised his face and looked at him.

"You're going to kill me?" Shrimp Head asked again, but he was still a little incredulous.

It was only at this time that the shrimp head remembered one thing.

Except for the time when Shen Tong snatched the knife from Wang Shuangxi, he had not seen Shen Tong's martial arts.

Everything was heard from other people's mouths, Lu You and Aji.

But what did they say, no.

They said that Shen Tong put the burning firewood on Sun Cheng's face, and Lu You took the opportunity to kill Sun Cheng.

Yes, that's all.

Shen Tong's martial arts, he had never seen it.

Shen Tong, an eight-year-old child.

"Can you kill me?" Shrimp Head asked again.

As soon as the word "I" came out, a hard erection had reached his waist.

He looked down and saw that it was the steamed bun in Shen Tong's hand.

The shrimp head let out a long sigh of relief.

It's a steamed bun, it's just a steamed bun, it's not a sword, it's not a dagger, it's just a steamed bun.

"You're a sneak attack." He said.

Shen Tong stood face to face with him, she was still holding a steamed bun in her hand, and the steamed bun was on the waist of the shrimp head: "A sneak attack is also murder, I just killed you." ”

It doesn't matter whether her martial arts are high or low, the important thing is that she can kill, and that's enough.

If what she is holding in her hand at the moment is not a steamed bun, but a dagger, then the shrimp head is already a dead person.

The shrimp head recited Amitabha Buddha in his heart, but he only recited it, and saw Fang Fei running over with a dagger in his hand.

The shrimp head closed his eyes, he finally knew what to say, and when he saw the killing, he handed the knife, and he was talking about this dead girl.

"Miss, don't cut the branches, the knife will be returned to you." The little girl's crisp voice was like a silver bell, and the shrimp head was so angry that she wanted to smoke her.

But his body couldn't move, he really couldn't move, and he knew in his heart that it wasn't that he couldn't move, but that he no longer had the courage to move.

Shen Tong took the dagger and inserted it into the steamed bun, gnawing on the steamed bun like a bone.

The shrimp head was still standing and did not move, Shen Tong finished chewing a steamed bun, and said to the shrimp head: "Okay, while I haven't really wanted to kill you, you can go quickly, the four of them are there, how do you want me to help you lie?" ”

Round lie?

What is this called?

The shrimp head doesn't know how to scold the street if he wants to scold it.

"I'm going to the capital, maybe I can meet them in the capital, you just say that I remembered that a relative has a daughter married to the capital, and I'm worried that something will happen to her, so I'll go first."

Therefore, the fine work is the fine work, and the nonsense will come when you open your mouth, and you won't move your brows.

Shrimp Head was a fast runner, and when his legs were finally able to move, he slipped away.

"Miss, is the shrimp head a bad person?" Fang Fei asked.

Shen Tong smiled, children are really interesting, how can there be absolutely good people and absolutely bad people in this world.

"He's a little bit of a craftsman." She said.

"What is a fine work?" Fang Fei didn't understand.

Shen Tong frowned, do she want to tell Fang Fei, tell it.

"For example, when you ask Mo Dare for news, you are meticulous, but the shrimp head is different from you, what he does is meticulous work, just like you are a maid."

Fang Fei seems to understand whether she understands or not, it turns out that she has also been a meticulous worker...... She didn't know.

"I'm Miss's fine work, whose shrimp head is it?" After digesting it for a while, Fang Fei finally figured it out, so she had another problem.

"Oh, I don't know, and he won't say it." Shen Tong said.

Shrimp Head is going to the capital, his identity has actually been exposed, and he has also been a flying fish guard, many people in the capital have seen him, for the fine saku, it is too risky to do so.

Unless there is something worth doing in the capital, that thing must be done by him.

It wasn't until the day after the shrimp head left that Fang Fei felt that something was wrong, as if she had gone back to the past, only Miss and her.

How lively it was the other day.

So whenever she stopped to rest, she would feed the horses to her heart's content, she wanted to get to the capital quickly, she wanted to join them with Azhi as soon as possible.

It's a pity that the shrimp head is fine, if he is not fine, how good it would be.

Shen Tong sat cross-legged, the closer to the capital, the greater the danger, but it didn't matter, she was still alive, her mother was still alive, and there were at least two living people in the Shen family.

......

A few days later, they saw the capital in the distance.

There are people, there are horses, there are cars.

Those people were dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, and their expressions were solemn.

"Grandpa, is this a funeral?" Shen Tong asked.

There were a lot of people watching the excitement on the side of the road, and there were already officers and soldiers who came to bombard people.

"That's someone from the Qin Palace, who came to take the coffin of the prince back to the northwest for burial." The old man said.

"Huh? King Qin, why are there so few people who pick him up, and it is not as good as an ordinary big family to go to the funeral. "Yes, there are too few people, except for those officers and soldiers, there are only a few dozen people wearing filial piety clothes, and ...... or hunched over, as if he were accustomed to waiting; Either the text is weak and decadent, like an overworked scholar.

"What do children know, don't look like there are few people, but these people are all officials of the palace, as well as eunuchs, they are all ranked, they are officials, can ordinary big families compare? Can't compare. The old man said.

It turns out that this is the case, the people sent by the Qin Wangfu to receive the coffin of the prince are not only the officials of the palace, but also the eunuchs.

King Qin, Western Qin Army, Xiao Ren, Jiang Shuangliu, Yang Jie said that he would be killed by them, but he didn't even dare to come to the capital.

However, it is only temporary.

Shen Tong smiled, is this what the ancients said that those who achieve great things must first work hard and work their muscles and bones?

In the previous life, the King of Qin was reversed, she didn't remember what year it was, the last time she went on a mission, it was the third prince Zhou Zheng who was going to assassinate, although the King of Qin was called the emperor, but he had not yet entered Beijing, and the little emperor Chongwen was fighting against him.

Three years later, she and the lantern extinguishing master went all the way north, only to know that the emperor had been changed, and it was the first year of Xin'an, and the king of Qin entered the capital and officially changed the name of the era.

As for where the little emperor went, whether he was dead or alive, she didn't know.

Shen Tong smiled, and he didn't know if this life would be as good as his previous life, and he didn't know if that person would be the crown princess.

"Hey, isn't the prince of King Qin dead a long time ago? Why are you sending it away now? Shen Tong asked again, the team wearing linen and filial piety had already walked over, and the people were about to disperse.

"Children, don't ask nonsense, where is the King of Qin, in the northwest, the imperial court wants to send the news of his death over, so that someone can be sent to pick it up, even if it takes two or three months to go this time non-stop, you see those people, all of them are full of tiredness, and they are not lightly tired."