At this time, there was a commotion outside the tent. It turned out that when Ran Baimao put the wood chrysanthemum grinding powder, a small soldier who gambled and drank went to the back mountain to relieve his hands, dodged the sweat medicine, and when he came back, he found a group of beggars who secretly moved grain, and immediately screamed in shock.

The beggar helped everyone to be in a hurry, and threw down the white flowers, full of crystal rice millet, and sprinkled all over the ground as birds and beasts.

When some people in the tents heard the commotion, they ran with swords. The sound woke up the other tents.

For a time, there were more and more people, and the Sima military camp was full of people, the torches were all bright, and the guards surrounded the beggar brothers who were scattered like a flood. Ran Baimao copied a wooden stick and shouted all the way to kill, and fought with the guards in blood. Mr. Wu was stabbed in the chest with a bayonet, and he and several remnants of the team supported each other and fled to the Cuckoo Mountain.

In the chaos, the beggar brothers died to death, and they were instantly ambushed by the guards.

Mu Mo witnessed everything in the Sikong Dong camp tent, and he was so remorseful that he was in a mess.

If it weren't for his own plan, the beggar gang would not have suffered such a catastrophe. I observed it for thirteen days in Cuckoo Mountain, but I didn't even know that there was a change of person in the camp of the commander of Sikong Dong, and he even took the beggar to help everyone die, which was stupid!

"Lord Wang, it's the surrounding refugees, and they have all been taken into custody."

A silver-shirted guard lifted the curtain of the tent and knelt down to the owner of the tent in reply.

Mu Yu turned to the tent in panic and saw him pacing out.

He was a young nobleman, seventeen or eighteen years old, his silver armor shining brightly in the firelight, and his long figure dragging a long shadow in the dim moonlight. There was a sword sheath studded with broken white jade pinned to his waist, and it was as cold as if he had just come out of the Guanghan Palace.

His facial features are extremely light, like the lakes and mountains in the south of the Yangtze River in ink paintings. The spring mountain eyebrows are shrouded in smoke and rain, and they vaguely fly into the clouds and temples. There was a bit of chill in his eyes, and his eyes were like thick ink, engulfing the chaotic scene of blood and light.

The young nobleman's eyes were cold, sweeping away the beggars who had been taken in, and the cold mist in his eyes seemed to freeze all the scorching chaos of the hot night. For a long time, the thin lips that were as light as Zhumen's fading were half-open and half-closed: "Who is the mastermind?" ”

"Me!" Hou Fuluo shouted calmly, glaring at the young nobleman angrily, "If you have eyes, you should know who your grandfather's surname is." She is a milky hairy girl, what idea can she have? Something is coming at me! ”

When the young nobleman heard this, he moved his gaze to Hou Fuluo, and couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly:

Isn't the person in front of him the only bloodline of the Yanbei royal family, Hou Fuluo, the young lord of the Qiangqu Department?

The Langya Mansion has always had no grievances with him, why did he assassinate himself?

Could it be that Sikong Dong really colluded with Yu Wannian secretly and set up an ambush for himself, and Hou Fuluo, as Yu Wannian's cousin, also secretly helped Yu Wannian deal with him? On the bank of a small Xiliang River, on the first day of staying in the Sikong Dong camp, I encountered this situation, and the tiger's den in Longtan, Xiliang City, is really not worry-free.

The young nobleman thought about it, looked Hou Fuluo's outfit up and down, and saw that half of the bark was exposed on his tattered coarse cloth neckline, and regular and familiar nicks faintly appeared, and his heart suddenly moved, and he waved his sword to pick the cloth shirt on Hou Fuluo's chest and pull the bark back into his hand.

The detailed and accurate deployment map of the military camp made him more and more suspicious of Hou Fuluo and Sikong Dong secretly colluding.

The young nobleman asked solemnly, "Where did this picture come from?" ”

"I drew it!" Mu Yu blurted out, "If you want to kill or chop, rush me alone!" ”

"!" Hou Fuluo resolutely drank Mu Yu, "Obviously I stole it, what do you recognize?!" ”

"I drew it!" Mu Mo still gritted his teeth and insisted, looking directly at the young nobleman, "I said earlier, today's incident has nothing to do with anyone else." You let someone else go, and I will explain the matter of painting, and it is up to you to kill or chop up. ”

"Hehe, you're tough." The young nobleman paced and examined the girl in front of him.

The little man who has not yet formed is still combing two pigtails indiscriminately, looking no different from a young child with drooping hair, but showing a stubbornness that does not admit defeat. The delicate face was rubbed dirty, and a pair of big black and faint eyes pretended to be heroic in seeing death as home. I was too busy to take care of myself, but I was busy standing up for my companions, I really don't know what kind of crime I can convict of assassinating the prince and robbing military rations?

The young nobleman smiled coldly and shook the defense map: "Then you can explain it well, how did you draw this picture?" ”

"This picture is my peeping into the military camp deployment and mapping, I hate you guys who are fighting for power and profit, and let the homeless people go away, and I want to kill you and eliminate harm for the people!" Mu Yu's eyes widened, and he looked directly at the young nobleman without losing his momentum. Since he has fallen into the net he arranged, begging for mercy is useless, I am afraid that it is useless, it is better to be tough.

"Can you observe?" The young nobleman's eyes narrowed slightly, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

Could it be that she is the person who entrusted her mother to take care of before she died?

"Ah Heng, what happened?" A round figure panted and ran.

When Mu Yu heard the voice, his qi and blood went straight up, and when he saw that figure, he almost broke free from the ambush of the guards, and used his greatest strength to knock him to the ground and break him into thousands of pieces. Sikong Dong! The Sikong Dong who ruined the White Shallot Valley!

Mu Yu's eyes were red, and he trembled and took out a knife from his cuff, and was about to rush forward, but was held down.

"If you want to live, don't do anything out of the ordinary." The young nobleman pressed Mu Mo and whispered a warning.

"What did you say?" Mu Mo was stunned for a moment, and looked at each other with some surprise.

The young nobleman glanced at Mu Yu and greeted Sikong Dong.