There was no need for Feng Yan to give any more orders, the dozen or so people brought by Feng Yan were trained to disperse on the city wall, standing in the position of the original guards, as if they were already standing there.

Feng Yan and the bearded beard walked straight above the city gate.

Feng Yan looked down at the head hanging on the city wall, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Feng Yan immediately grabbed the hemp rope on the city wall where King Jian's head hung and clenched it tightly.

He took a deep breath, pulled his head up in three or two clicks, and then untied the hemp rope and handed it to the bearded beard beside him.

Feng Yan took out a black linen cloth from his arms and carefully wrapped King Jane's head in it.

At the same time, the bearded beard neatly removed the helmet from the head he was holding, and then tied the head of the Northern Yan man to the hemp rope, and haphazardly covered its face with his loose hair, and then he casually threw it down under the city wall.

The head hung from a hemp rope and shook back and forth against the wall a few times......

As soon as the wind blew, the torches on the city walls jumped wildly, and the firelight sizzled.

"Let's go." Feng Yan carefully picked up the head wrapped in black cloth, and strode down the city wall the way he came.

The others looked around to make sure that no one was paying attention to them, and they also followed Feng Yan and descended the city wall one after another.

The fire on the other side of the sentry tower was much smaller, but the gray-white smoke and dust were still rising violently towards the sky, covering the stars and moon in the night sky with a faint haze.

Feng Yan and his party came quietly and left quietly, but in less than a cup of tea, there was no one above the city gate, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Only smoke and dust billowed and the evening breeze gusted.

When Feng Yan and his party returned to the barracks in the west of the city, Jun Ran was already waiting in Feng Yan's tent, walking back and forth anxiously.

Seeing Feng Yan appear at the mouth of the tent with a black cloth baggage, Jun Ran's body instantly seemed to freeze, and his eyes looked straight at the black cloth baggage.

Time seemed to stand still.

Tonight, they moved in two ways, originally Jun Ran wanted to personally recapture his father's head, but Feng Yan was afraid that he would be angry for a while, so he gave him the task of going to the sentry tower to set fire.

When the two were in the north before, they fought together, and they had a tacit understanding, and they stole the dragon and turned the phoenix unconsciously.

"It's finished."

Feng Yan gave Jun Ran two words concisely.

Even so, the air inside the tent was heavy.

Feng Yan and Jun Ran's hearts had not completely let go, and King Jian's body was thrown into a mass grave on the western outskirts of Lingwu City, where corpses were everywhere, and it was not so easy to find King Jian's body.

Moreover, they can't look for it in a hurry, after all, now a radius of several hundred miles is the territory of the Northern Yan people, if they accidentally alarm the Northern Yan people, it will be troublesome!

"Just waiting for tomorrow......"

Feng Yan glanced at the darkening night sky outside the tent, and lowered the curtain of the tent.

It was destined to be a sleepless night.

"Wow!"

The loud rooster crow broke the silence of dawn, and Feng Yan and the others were already on standby, pretending to be a patrol team and leaving the barracks in the direction of the north city gate.

The fire in the watchtower had long since been extinguished, and the flames left charred black marks on it.

As soon as the morning wind blows, the smell of burnt comes with the wind, and the smell in the air becomes more complex.

After the soldiers guarding the gate checked the token, the gate rumbled open again, only half open as usual.

Feng Yan walked out of the city with a hundred or so people behind him, and followed the patrol route all the way to the west, and no one looked back.

"Buzz ......"

Countless flies flapped their wings as they had done yesterday around the head on the city wall.

"Stepping on ......"

Feng Yan and his party started on foot, but after they walked out of the field of vision of the sentry tower, everyone couldn't help but run, walking steadily, until they came to the foot of Lingwu Mountain, before they stopped.

In the deep woods, a few people immediately came out to answer, and the square-faced middle-aged man led by him hugged his fist at Feng Yan and said, "Childe, I found it." ”

In an instant, Feng Yan and Jun Ran were both relieved, and it was only at this moment that they smelled a faint smell of corpses lingering on these people's bodies, and under the scorching sun, the indescribable smell was even stronger.

But at this moment, no one cared about these details, and followed the middle-aged man with the square face into the woods, leaving only a few people to guard the entrance of the forest.

In the woods, the shade was thick, and the surroundings suddenly became a lot darker.

Branches rustle in the breeze.

Feng Yan, Jun Ran and their entourage were led by the middle-aged man to a dead tree that had been split in half, and there were dozens of people around, each of whom was holding their breath.

All eyes were on the same direction.

A large dark gray burlap bag lay quietly on the grass, the cloth bag slightly outlined the outline of the human body, and the flies seemed to smell its favorite scent, buzzing around the burlap bag.

That monotonous "buzz" sound is so harsh.

Jun Ran took a deep breath, his eyes were stunned, looking at the burlap bag for a while, and then looking at the burden wrapped in layers of his hands.

The air in the forest is almost frozen.

Jun Ran's body exuded wisps of sorrow, and his expression was blank, as if half of the three souls and seven spirits were missing.

He didn't speak, and the others didn't, and the silence spread, as if mourning something.

I don't know how long it took, Jun Ran said, "Ah Yan, can you give me a stick of incense?" ”

Feng Yan seemed to guess what Jun Ran was going to do, and said, "I'll help you." ”

Jun Ran nodded.

The others around them had quietly dispersed, hiding in the woods like ghosts.

Feng Yan and Jun Ran untied the burden one and the other untied the burlap bag, and tacitly began to collect the body for King Jian.

For the matter of reining the corpse for Pao Ze, Feng Yan didn't know how many times he had done it, but he couldn't imagine that one day, the corpse that his subordinates needed to reince would be King Jian.

Threading the needle, the silver needle in the hemp rope carefully passed through the pale skin and rotten flesh, stitch after stitch.

Little by little, Jun Ran sewed the body and skull together.

Feng Yan was not idle, he helped King Jian comb his scattered hair, twist it into a bun again, and then wiped the blood on his face little by little with a damp cloth......

The face that was once familiar had long since been unrecognizable, and the cloudy eyes were wide enough to make people emerge......

Jun Ran's handsome face was expressionless, and his eyes were heavy.

He raised his hand and cautiously closed King Jane's dead eyes.

It's time for Father to rest in peace!

Father has done everything he can do for Dasheng, and he is worthy of his heart.

Jun Ran silently walked three steps away, kowtowed three times to King Jian, and solemnly said something.

Feng Yan also kowtowed, and then said, "Ah Ran, let's go back to Beijing first." ”

Feng Yan can only use a thousand people in the north, and it is impossible to fight against the hundreds of thousands of troops of Northern Yan with a thousand people.

They can't act rashly to assassinate the Marshal of Northern Yan, if their identities are exposed, when they leave, the Northern Yan people will only vent their fire on the people in the north.

Now, they can only return to Beijing first.

Whether it is the transfer of troops or the counterattack, everything can only be said after returning to Beijing.

Even if Feng Yan doesn't say these truths, Jun Ran understands them.

He raised his eyes in the direction of the capital, and after a while, he answered in a low voice.

The sigh-like voice escaped from his lips before it was drowned out by the swaying of the surrounding branches.

There was silence in the forest.

At some point, the dying chirping of summer cicadas could be heard in the distance, from the north to the capital thousands of miles away.

It was the end of summer, and the sound of cicadas was getting worse and worse day by day, disturbing people's peace.

Duanmufei sat alone in the small study, holding a sheep's hair pen in his hand, and seemed to be a little shining.

She dipped her sheep's hair pen in garcinia cambogia paint, and filled in the color of a golden cinnamon on the paper.

This is a golden cinnamon picture.

Duanmu Fei was painted in the same way as the ninety-nine chilling picture.

On the day after Feng Yan left, she painted a branch of osmanthus with nine osmanthus flowers on the branches, and each osmanthus flower painted nine petals, a total of eighty-one petals. Each petal represents a day, and each day that passes is colored with a petal of osmanthus.

Now a complete golden cinnamon has been painted on this Su Gui, which means that Feng Yan has been gone for nine days.

In the past few days, there has been a mess in the court, and every day the main battle faction and the main peace faction have been arguing, and no one can convince the other party, Duanmu Fei heard about it from Duanmu Xian's mouth.

These days, Duanmu Fei has been closed, and when he is fine, he is painting the petals of this golden cinnamon picture.

After painting this piece of golden osmanthus petals, Duanmu Fei began to be in a daze with the pen, his eyes were in a trance.

The white fox who was curled up in the bamboo basket to sleep on the side had long been used to it, and after a glance at her, he closed his blue eyes, changed his position, and continued to sleep.

But when he closed his eyes, the white fox suddenly opened his eyes again, and looked up in the direction of the window.

Outside the window, the branches of the trees swayed, and there was the rough and terrible cry of the starling.