Song Yijin didn't know that her momentary jealousy and greed had made it difficult for her to ride a tiger, and she was even stabbed by Qin Wujiang secretly, and she was still complacent.

Anyway, she robbed Liu Huazhang of the credit.

As long as it works well, this matter will always be a secret, after all, in her eyes, Liu Huazhang does not dare to show up publicly, and even if she does, how can she prove that she is Mu Sheng.

Song Yijin grinded her teeth, and every time she recalled the appearance of prostrate and begging at the feet of Changning today, she was anxious.

If Song Yisheng's old love is really unforgettable, then Liu Huazhang can survive, and the eight achievements are his secret operation.

Song Yijin has a big head when he thinks about it.

If it was really her brother's doing, then she asked people to arrest Liu Huazhang with great fanfare yesterday, but she was killing herself.

"Damn, why isn't she dead yet!" Song Yijin was crazy, and the maids around him were silent.

But now that there was no interruption from Qin Wujiang, she remembered the matter of writing the letter again.

With a "creak", the chief of the Hou Mansion stood behind the screen and saluted.

Song Yijin handed the letter to him with his own hands, and told him to be careful not to be discovered by anyone all the way, so he almost didn't say that he would not be seen by the good clouds of Qingnuan Pavilion.

The chief of the guard received the order and was about to go out, but was stopped by Song Yijin: "My embroidery building and my mother's dining hall, you also have to send more people to protect it." ”

"Huh?" The chief guard was stunned, but seeing that Song Yijin was about to get angry again, he hurried.

He only snorted when he went out, but he still found a clever guard to run an errand.

At the back door of the Hou Mansion, the guards led the horses in casual clothes, and saw a beautiful girl squatting on the ground.

He went over to help, smelled the fragrance of the girl's body, and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"Thank you, big brother, are you going to go far away?" The little girl asked with a smile, her face white and transparent in the moonlight.

The guard swallowed and nodded.

"When the eldest brother comes back, I will thank you again." The little girl didn't ask much, and her smile was coquettish.

"What are you waiting for, you can thank Big Brother now." The guard pinched the little girl's face.

The little girl smiled nervously: "Big brother, let's go quickly, if you delay something, it's not easy to do." ”

When the guard thought of Song Yijin, he lost interest: "Then you can wait for two more days, don't worry, my brother will definitely compensate you when he comes back." ”

The little girl pushed him away: "Go quickly." ”

The guards led their horses away with great regret.

The little girl spat, trotted, and came to the Qingnuan Pavilion: "The girl guessed right, it is far away, and the slave maid has also seen the letter in his arms." ”

"I've wronged you." Changning opened his mouth lightly and handed her a letter of silver.

"No grievances, no grievances, if it weren't for the girl's rescue, the slave's sister would have been beaten to death by the eldest lady." Qiyue is grateful to Dade, her sister Qixing is the little maid who was whipped thirty times by Song Yijin

Changning hummed and handed a bottle of wound medicine to Qiyue.

"This is the wound medicine in the army, you secretly wipe her so that no one will find out, otherwise you will not be able to explain."

"Thank you girl, the girl's great kindness, the slave sisters will never forget it for the rest of their lives." Qiyue kowtows.

Changning was shaving the coat near the wound for Shen Roar, because he was afraid that it would be infected in the summer heat, so he just waved her hand to pull her down.

The god whimpered, and none of the three arrows on its body were injured, but for the puppy, the injury was very difficult.

Changning made a nest for it with a soft cushion, but this stubborn little thing naturally struggled.

"When you're healed, think about resisting me." Changning tapped on its skull and looked at its masterpiece.

The little guy has no fluffy coat and is a little less powerful, but he is tiger-headed and cute.

Changning patted its head: "Wait for me to come back." ”

She took out the hidden chain crossbow and the only remaining Mozi arrow.

At the beginning, three were used in order to force Song Yisheng back, and five more were used to shoot the Turkic general and catch the moon with three stars.

Now that's the only one left.

Without a special crossbow arrow, the chain crossbow could not give full play to its range and bursts, and could only be used as a portable self-defense weapon, which was really overkill.

Changning knocked on the table, it seems that she has been alive these days.

Suddenly, the voice of the little girl sounded in the courtyard.

"This is what the eldest lady wants the slave to send."

Chang Ning allowed her to come in, and it turned out to be the information in the daytime.

Song Yijin is young in the end, and his ability to resist pressure is far less than back then, he was frightened by her, and now he really suspects that Song Yisheng is "obsessed with saving her", and he is afraid of implicating the Song family, so he doesn't dare to act rashly.

Changning simply flipped through the information and picked out the ones that he hadn't seen and stored them separately.

With a click, the trap locked.

The corners of Changning's mouth twitched.

How did Song Yisheng deceive her in her previous life, in this life, it all fell on Song Yijin's head.

Same scam, same confusion.

Let Song Yijin struggle slowly in this dead end.

Changning changed his clothes and wiped off the slave character, slipped out of the back window, and pulled out the snow wave from the inn at the back door of the City Defense Division, smoothing its mane.

The hostess is very well raised.

"Let's go, we're going to kill people and sell goods." Changning turned over his horse and galloped out.

Fang Qian led the troops to patrol, and happened to meet her in front of the city gate, and recognized her at a glance.

"I'll go." Fang Qian stopped her.

Changning had long expected him to make this proposal: "No, you have more important things to do. ”

Fang Qian was stunned.

"You find an excuse to go to the official slave department to check how many domestic slaves are left in the Mo family, whether they are still in service, if so, you can find them as soon as possible." Changning explained, she glanced at the moonlight: "It's time, I'll go first." ”

She whipped her whip and rode her horse out of the city.

Because of Fang Qian, the city gate guards simply opened the city gate for her.

She kept pinching the time, and as soon as she got out of the city, she accelerated to catch up.

Xue Lang was a descendant of a Turkic horseman, and his foot strength was much faster than that of ordinary horses, and he chased the guard on the official road about ten miles away from the city.

And she calculated about the same.

Because of the night road, the guards were very vigilant, and when they heard the sound of horses' hooves behind them, they vigilantly drew their long knives.

Unexpectedly, Changning rode his horse and accelerated, and soon passed him.

"It's also a night rush." The guard breathed a sigh of relief and put away his knife.

But at this moment, a dark lightning bolt shot forward, and he didn't even have a chance to blink, he was shot by an arrow.

Before he died, he only had time to see the petite figure turn around and hold a crossbow in one hand, sending him back to the west.

"How could it be ......" The guards didn't believe it until they died, there was someone who could hold a crossbow in one hand and shoot so accurately while running.

Changning rode his horse back and dragged his body into the grass on the side of the road.

A blood-soaked letter was found, and Changning blew the fire fold to make it disappear.

Song Yisheng is far away in Chang'an, and if he wants to come back, it will take three days to work non-stop.

And what she played this time was this time difference.

"Sigh and rhythm," the snow waves beside him sneeze uneasily.

Changning was vigilant underneath the ground, and his white ears moved slightly.

There is a large group of men and horses moving in the woods, and it is not far off.

She frowned.

The footsteps of the Great Chu and the Turkic soldiers will not be so sparse, there is only one possibility.

Roving bandits.