"Open it and take a look." Uncle Mo Ze handed the note to Feng Yu.

Feng Yan took it, wrinkled his brows, and slowly opened it, and when he saw a few words on the paper, his eyes widened instantly!

"There is fraud in this battle!"

"Who wrote it?" Shocked for a moment, Feng Yan turned his eyes to look at Uncle Mo Ze.

"I don't know." Uncle Mo Ze shook his head, "Half a month after you set out on the expedition, one morning, this king woke up and saw a carrier pigeon with a letterbox tied to his feet, perched on the window edge of this king's resting place. ”

"Pigeons?" Feng Yan squinted. "Can you find the source?"

"I found it...... I didn't know what to think, Uncle Mo Ze's expression became a little solemn.

"What's wrong?" Feng Yan couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"The source of carrier pigeons is in Xixing City." Uncle Mo Ze frowned and said, "But this paper is not my Xuantian." ”

"It's not me Xuantian?!" Feng Yan was full of surprise, "Where is that?" ”

"Wei Shun." Uncle Mo Ze said in a deep voice.

"Wei ......" Hearing this, Feng Yu lowered his eyes, looked at the letter paper in his hand, and pinched and rubbed it.....

This texture is indeed not something produced by their Xuantian.

Can.....

Wei Shun.....

Does Wei Shun have their people? Or is it ..... They have a fine work on Wei Shun here?!

Why hadn't she heard about it in her last life?

"Did you install someone over there for Wei Shun?" After thinking about it for a while, Feng Yan still couldn't bear to raise his eyes and ask Uncle Mo Ze for confirmation.

"Nope." Uncle Mo Ze shook his head, "At first, this king thought it was someone you sent, but your previous reaction already explained everything. ”

"And who gave this thing to you?" Feng Yan couldn't figure it out.

"Judging from the carrier pigeon, as well as the paper and the words, plus the time...... Uncle Mo Ze squinted his eyes and said: "The person who delivered this thing was on the battlefield nine times out of ten." ”

"On the battlefield?" Feng Yan lowered his eyes and secretly thought about it for a moment......

No one knew that there was fraud in this battle.

At least on her side, there really isn't one.

If there is, why bother so much, I have to let Uncle Mo Ze, who is far away in Xuandu, come to save her and tell her directly.

Don't......

Is it really someone from Wei Shunguo's side?

But who could it be? Why?

"Is there anyone from Wei Shun over there?" Just when Feng Yan was puzzled, the voice of Uncle Mo Ze asking Emperor Mingde came from his ears.

Emperor Mingde shook his head, "If I had planted someone and had known the truth of the matter, I would not have sent Feng Aiqing to this battle." ”

Feng Xiang is his right-hand man.

Knowing that the main purpose of those people was to break his arm, how could he be stupid enough to send his arm away.

"Then who is this messenger?" Hearing this, Feng Yan's pair of willow eyebrows were almost flattened.

"Don't frown." Uncle Mo Ze looked at it, his eyes were full of distress, and he raised his hand to wipe Feng Yan's brows, "I'm about to wrinkle into a little old woman." ”

This Nizi has been frowning more and more lately.

"You're embarrassed to talk about me." Hearing this, Feng Yu wanted to raise his eyes and glared at Uncle Mo Ze angrily, but unexpectedly, the other party also frowned, "I'm about to wrinkle into an old man." ”

"It's not like I'm looking at you frowning." Uncle Mo Ze slowly loosened his frowning brows, and then rubbed the back of Feng Yan's head, "Let's let this matter go first, the other party should have no malicious intent." ”

"I know." Feng Yu nodded, and under his lowered eyes, he hid his deep uneasiness.

I don't know why.....