Pushing the door out, he saw Yuan Xiao's strange eyes, and he deliberately glanced inside.

A look that all men understand.

Yang Zheng suddenly felt more wronged than Dou E, you are only allowed to warm the quilt for others, and you are not allowed to enhance your relationship normally?

Isn't this just the state officials who are allowed to set fires and not allow the people to light lamps?

I didn't know what was going on just now, but I was alone in a room as I walked.

"Uh-huh." Yang Zheng coughed twice, with a serious face.

Yuan Xiao hurriedly retracted his eyes, "General, the people are ready." ”

Yang Zheng drove away the distracting thoughts in his mind, no wonder after Wei and Jin played hooligans in the wind, the country was not good, he was addicted to wine every day, what mood did he have to deal with big things?

"Let's go!"

Outside the door, two old pawns were dressed in regular clothes, one was slightly hunched back, slightly sloppy, and the other was of medium stature, looking ordinary like a passerby, without the slightest murderous aura of a bloody old pawn.

Yang Zheng couldn't help but secretly praise Yuan Xiaohui for his thoughtfulness and thoughtfulness.

However, such a person, in this kind of world, is just cannon fodder after all.

Only a few lucky ones from the bottom struggled to get up, and the vast majority suffocated in the shadows of the dark times.

The Western Jin Dynasty established the country, in view of the intensifying Qianghu Rebellion, set up a guard army in Caohan, and constantly strengthened the status of Caohan.

A hundred years later, after Zhao Meng, Ma Qiu led 80,000 troops to attack Qianliang, besieged several times, fought for 100 days, Zhao army suffered tens of thousands of casualties, and kept half of the Qianliang.

In this era, the city of Caohan was not large, but because it connected the north and south, east and west, and was located at the junction of Qiang and Han, it already had considerable geographical value and commercial value.

That's why the Qiang will be the first to plunder this place.

After the Qiang Rebellion stopped, business travel returned one after another.

The Majia Guest House is one of them.

It is rumored that the shopkeeper is from Wuwei, and his business spreads throughout Guanzhong.

Since the Zhou Dynasty, there have been pavilions, but most of them serve the official.

Wei Wu saw a business opportunity and issued an order to allow merchants to operate.

As a result, the guest house business became popular in the Wei Kingdom.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Yuan Xiao pretended to be a Luoyang merchant who sold animal skins, and Yang Zheng and two old soldiers pretended to be subordinates and guards, and stayed in the guest house.

However, the inns of today are certainly not comparable to the inns of later generations.

The inside of the museum is very simple, and there is nothing to ask for.

All kinds of people gathered together, and even the horses were tied directly to the hall.

After paying the money, you can get a wooden sign for the guest house to move in.

Chaos also has the benefit of chaos, just to fish in troubled waters.

It's early in the morning, people come and go, lead horses, tally, and acquaintances laugh loudly, mixed with Qiang accents.

With Longshan as the dividing line, the Guanzhong accent and the Longyou accent are slightly different, and the Hexi accent is larger.

The four of them waited peacefully in the house.

Yang Zheng closed his eyes and recuperated, and the two old pawns took turns guarding and observing the situation outside.

The suspicious person was next door, and he brought a woman.

This kind of guest house, the sound insulation effect can be imagined.

In the dead of night, constant laughter enters through the wall.

"Thief!" Yuan Xiao scolded.

Fortunately, patience is over.

A stick of incense fell into silence next door.

Then came the sound of the woman opening the door and leaving.

All night, that's the biggest move.

In the morning, Yang Zheng's eyes were red, "Could it be a mistake?" ”

Yuan Xiao said in a low voice: "Maybe the person he was waiting for didn't arrive." ”

It's possible, but it's unlikely.

There should be suspicious entry into Sohan, but not necessarily the one next door.

Entangled in everything, Yang Zheng can't keep an eye on it all the time, city defense, training, reclamation, all kinds of things.

"I'll leave this matter to you, and I'll add two more to you."

Yuan Xiao nodded.

Yang Zheng took an old soldier and prepared to return to the barracks.

Most of the guests hadn't woken up yet, and only the servants slept with the horses in the hall.

On the way back, Yang Zheng felt the need to set up a secret force.

Doormen, Deadmen, and Assassins were not uncommon in this era.

The Xianbei leader Kebineng died at the hands of the Assassin Han Long.

Doesn't the history books record that Sima's family also raised many dead soldiers? Jiang Wei of Shu is also known for storing dead soldiers.

However, now I can't afford to raise it myself, so I can only envelop it with kindness and righteousness.

It's best to have a common goal.

"General!" While he was thinking, the old man next to him whispered, "Someone is following." ”

It was still early in the morning, and there were not many pedestrians on the road, and although the man was careful, he was still spotted by an experienced soldier.

Yang Zheng was stunned, he was here to stalk others, but he didn't expect to be followed.

Doesn't this mean that yesterday's stalking was right?

It seems that the other party is not a fuel-efficient lamp either.

"Don't alarm him, and don't go back to the barracks, go out of the city." Yang Zheng was very interesting.

The two of them walked as if nothing happened, sometimes stopping and watching.

The man kept following.

Yang Zheng suddenly thought of a possibility, if the other party was meticulous, he should go out of the city as soon as possible, instead of staring at himself.

Although the city has strategic value, for the Shu people, the frontier towns of Didao, Shangtai, Chencang, and Jicheng are more valuable.

It is likely that the other party is not a fine worker.

Yang Zheng thought carefully.

Isn't it so sneaky these days?

Was it sent to assassinate him?

Yang Zheng was shocked, it seemed that there was only this possibility, and he thought of Li Mi for the first time.

He alone has this urgent motive.

"Capture this man alive!" Yang Zheng said in a low voice.

The pawn nodded.

The two suddenly separated at the corner of the alleyway, one left and one right.

Yang Zheng blocked the front, and the old pawn quickly copied the back.

Subtle footsteps came from the alleyway.

The man was very cautious, and seemed to be listening to the footsteps, slowly approaching step by step.

Yang Zheng suddenly jumped out and shouted: "The thief is bold!" ”

Like a frightened cat, the man jumped, turned and ran, but was blocked by the old pawn behind him.

Yang Zheng held the handle of the knife with his right hand and stared at the man, who was not very old, in his thirties, short in stature, a little obscene in appearance, and did not have much killing aura on his body.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?" The other party asked rhetorically, with more doubts on his face than his own.

This rhetorical question has revealed a lot of useful information.

For one, he didn't know who he was.

Second, since he didn't know who he was, he wasn't an assassin sent by Li Mi.

That's weird.

It's not a meticulous work, it's not an assassin, why are you so sneaky?

Yang Zheng slowly pulled out his horizontal knife and stared at the other party coldly, "You only have two choices now, either die or tell everything you know!" ”

The killing aura of the battlefield was released in an instant, and a cold wind seemed to blow in the alleyway.

You must die and be killed, and you will be captured!

If this person has the heart of death, Yang Zheng doesn't want to talk nonsense, kill him, and then lead the troops back to arrest everyone in the Feng family's guest house, and torture them one by one.

The more unpredictable the other party's motives, the more greasy it is.

In front of Yang Zheng's murderous aura, the man was suddenly sweating profusely, and there was obviously a ring head knife on his waist, but he didn't dare to pull it out.

"Within three breaths, if you don't reply, you will not be spared!" Yang Zheng said coldly, further shattering the opponent's psychological defense.

"One!"

"Two!"

Yang Zheng raised his knife forward.

There was no exit for the three words, and the man finally collapsed, "Don't, don't kill, me, I'm the guard of the Feng family and the guest house!" ”

The guards of the Feng family's guest house?

Yang Zheng suddenly understood why he hadn't heard anything all night.

It turned out that the object of the other party's joint was the Feng family's guest house.

Yuan Xiao booked the next room, and others were already alert.

But things seem to be getting more interesting.

What does the Feng Family Guest House want to do?