Hou Fuluo's assassination today is absolutely inseparable from Sikong Dong!

King Xiao Langya did not follow the vine and touched the melon, took the opportunity to investigate thoroughly, debunked the collusion between Sikong Dong and Yu Wannian, and brought down Sikong Dong, why didn't he know the hearts of good people, beat a rake, pretended to be a good person, and helped Sikong Dong speak?

Sikong Heng pretended not to understand the meaning of the Zhou Warriors, and turned straight to Sikong Dong: "The emperor's uncle is the governor of Liangzhou, and there has never been a half-point difference in front of the great right and wrong. Not to mention the suppression of the Liangzhou rebellion several times, before the death of the first emperor, he also attacked and eradicated the headquarters of the Mo family, so that the majesty of Liangzhou was returned to the imperial court. How can it have anything to do with the traitors now, right? ”

"Ah Heng Mingli." Sikong Dong said, deliberately looking away, and stomped his foot lightly restlessly.

Sikong Heng smiled indifferently, took a sip of tea, and slowly changed the conversation: "But wantonly slaughtering the displaced people of the Qiangqu tribe is indeed not a good strategy. Now, our army and Yu Wannian are facing each other, and both sides are tired. In Xiliang City, the people scattered and abandoned the city and died. At this moment, if the alien displaced people are massacred, it will make people panic, and the people's hearts will turn to Yu Wannian for more than 10,000 years, and the war will not be effective. ”

"That's a good point!" Zhou Yan echoed, looking at Sikong Heng with admiration in his eyes, and finally understood his intentions.

Pretend to be ignorant, let Sikong Dong relax his vigilance, and then retreat to find a breakthrough in the flaw.

Xiao Langya's belly is black and pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, compared with his father who is in the moon and the breeze, it is even better!

Sikong Dong had a dark face, secretly thinking about the layout with Yu Wannian, and borrowed Hou Fuluo's plan to get rid of Sikong Heng failed to make the trip, and he was worried that the matter would be revealed, so Hou Fuluo confessed himself; But so far, Hou Fuluo doesn't seem to be aware of his relationship with Yu Wannian, and after thinking about it again, he asked Sikong Heng pretendedly: "Then Yixian nephew, what should I do now?" ”

"It's better to keep these homeless people in the camp and keep them strictly guarded. If he really colluded with Yu Wannian to plan, if he really had a disobedient heart to the court, as long as he interrogated slowly, he would always be able to interrogate him, not to mention-", Sikong Heng looked at Sikong Dong meaningfully, "The suppression of the rebellion against the Yanbei clan is a major matter in the court, and how to deal with it in the Qiangqu Department also needs to be reported to Kyoto and handed over to the Holy Lord and Prince Ning for cut." ”

When Sikong Dong heard this, his face became more and more gloomy, and he compromised extremely unhappily for a while: "Then do what the virtuous nephew said." ”

Sikong Heng bowed to Xie Sikong Dong, and ordered someone to escort all the beggar gang to the guards, but he secretly brought Mu Yu back to his tent, retreated left and right, reclined on the couch, and looked straight at Mu Wu, his eyes were like sharp knives.

Mu Yu was stared at by Sikong Heng, and his heart was flustered, feeling that he was about to be pierced through his heart by the sharp knife in his eyes in the next second.

"I saved you, don't you thank me?" Sikong Heng opened his mouth lightly, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

Mu Mo "chuckled" in his heart, and understood that he had already understood the plan of the beggar gang's trip. But even so, he still rescued the beggar gang from Sikong Dong's knife, and delayed the interrogation time with a few words.

He is a royal clansman, what is he trying to rescue the chaotic people for no reason?

"What's your name?" Sikong Heng asked lightly again.

Mu Yu's heart was pounding, and he prevaricated in a panic: "I don't remember ......"

"Don't remember?" Sikong Heng squinted his eyes tightly, thinking to himself, how could anyone not even remember his name? What happened to her in the White Shallot Valley turmoil? Or is it just a deliberate prevarication? But what does her prevarication want to hide?

Sikong Heng thought about it, looking at Mu Yu more and more sharply, trying to find out her identity and the purpose of assassinating him.

Mu Yu buried his head lower and lower, avoiding Sikong Heng's piercing cold eyes: "I had amnesia a few years ago, and I don't remember the past." Making a living in troubled times, it doesn't matter what we call it. ”

"Troubled times?" Sikong Heng smiled suddenly, and his cold eyes gradually warmed a little.

"You said that the map of the military camp was what you observed. How to observe, how to record, now there is no one around, you carefully explain it to me. Sikong Heng half-leaned down, looked at Mu Yu and asked slowly.

Mu Yu's brain spun quickly, trying to figure out the purpose of Sikong Heng's question, but thinking that since he was willing to rescue the beggar gang from Sikong Dong's knife, there was nothing to hide about these details, so he took the method of measuring with the help of tree shadows, and said: "People with different identities in the military camp have different diets, camp tents, and equipment, and observe the similarities and differences in armor, the size of the camp tents, and the rules of cooking, so that you can roughly judge the non-commissioned officers living in different camps, and speculate on the protection and ranking of the camp tents." ”

"Oh?" Sikong Heng narrowed his eyes even more, looking at Mu Yu in a circle, thinking about the truth in her words.

Mu Yu was shrouded by Sikong Heng's frosty gaze, his heart was pounding up and down, and he felt that he was going to be overwhelmed by the frost in his eyes in the next second, drowning and suffocating, and his brain gradually became blank.

After a long time, Sikong Heng's cold eyes gradually closed, and he suddenly flicked his sleeves, lifted the curtain and left the camp.

Mu Yu's heart was relieved, and he suddenly sat on the ground slumped, looking around with a dull gaze:

The camp tent is not too big, it is simple and clean, there is a marching couch on the left side, among which there is a half-faded sandalwood case, with a white jade bottle inserted with willow leaves and a magnolia, and a picture of Hanshan Flying Birds is spread out on the case. Under the dancing candlelight of the copper-colored oil lamp, the magnolia casts a faint flower shadow among the birds in the cold mountain, which makes people feel turbulent for no reason.

Mu Yu was stunned by the shadow of the flower, and after a while, he hurriedly looked away, only to see a slightly yellowed topographical map of the Jin Song Dynasty hanging above several cases, a thin sword with a sheath inlaid with white broken jade, and a giant bow with a propeller on his head.

Mu Yu's heart suddenly tightened: That big bow is Master's personal belongings! How did you get here?!

In the midst of the consternation, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and a silver-shirted guard came to Mu Yu with some clothes in his arms.

Mu Yu remembered that the guard was the one who had been outside the camp before, ambushing the beggars and helping everyone.

He was long, slightly thin, and had a slightly sluggish expression, which was very different from the crisp and neat manner in which he carried out his mission.

"I am Prince Heng's personal guard Chi Lu, and I was ordered by the prince to find a change of clothes for the girl." He deliberately avoided eye contact with Mu Wu, blushed and finished speaking, put his clothes in Mu Wu's arms as if he were unburdened, and flew out with a pace.

Immediately afterwards, two more silver-shirted guards came with a bucket of steaming boiling water: "The girl takes a bath in the tent and changes her clothes, and in a quarter of an hour someone will come." Then he put down the hot water and left the tent.

Mu Yu didn't know why, an inexplicable sense of panic hit his heart: Sikong Heng rescued the beggar from Sikong Dong's knife, and inexplicably left himself in the camp tent to freshen up, what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd?