When the black shadow saw the convoy heading towards Fuxing City, he immediately released a carrier pigeon in the dense forest.

The carrier pigeon flew south in the night.

It's 10 minutes at night!

Nanlin, Han Wangfu.

"Get out, get out of here, waste, I can't do any little things!"

Han Xin was shirtless, and there was a bloody bandage on his shoulder, and the next person was changing the bandage for him, but it obviously hurt him, and he was immediately furious.

At this moment, a middle-aged man, dressed in Confucian costume, knocked on the door.

"Lord Wang, what's the matter, why is there such a big fire!" The man said with a grin.

"Kuaitong! It's you, come on, come on, hehe! As soon as you came, I knew it must have brought good news to Gu."

Seeing that it was Kuaitong, the first adviser of his subordinates, Han Xin immediately smiled, and immediately asked all his subordinates to go out.

"Hahaha, the prince is really clever, I am indeed here to solve the prince's confusion this time!" Kuaitong didn't hide it, and said with a smile.

"Puzzles?! What are you trying to solve?"

"Solve the confusion of the prince a few days ago, please take a look!" Kuaitong smiled and handed a small note to Han Xin.

Han Xin took a look, and his eyes suddenly flashed!

"Dog, I actually ran away to Fuzhou, Kuaitong, how did you know this news?!"

"In fact, after Xiang Yun escaped that day, I sent someone to Dongzhou, but I didn't find Xiang Yun's whereabouts, since he was not in Dongzhou, he couldn't disobey the holy order, and if he took the land route, there would definitely be traces to follow, so I deduced that he took the sea route, and then let the spies from Fuzhou squat in Fugo Bay, sure enough, this guy was on the shore of Fuzhou Bay, and also pretended that the caravan was preparing to pass through Fuzhou from Fuxing City to Wanzhou!" Kuaitong said proudly.

"Okay, good, great, Kuaitong, you're really a lonely lieutenant! Expect things like gods, with you, if that dog thing doesn't die, heaven can't tolerate it! I'll write a letter to the Great Elder of the Rong Clan!"

Han Xin patted Kuaitong's shoulder excitedly, and then endured the pain, picked up the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and prepared to start cursive.

"Hehe, Xiang Yun, that kid probably wouldn't have dreamed of it, even if he escaped from our Nanlin, in Fuzhou, we still have a puppet to support! Under this intersecting judgment, you are still the prince, you have great powers!" Kuaitong was so pleased to see Han Xin, and he did not forget to praise each other in business.

……

Fuxing City, the base camp of the Rong people.

A somewhat thin middle-aged man, with a goatee, was pacing back and forth in the room.

This person is the Great Elder of the Rong Clan, Murong Fu!

"Damn, damn it, who the hell saved these two! Damn, chasing and intercepting them like this, they have been allowed to run away, no, we must catch them, and we must not let them enter the city, otherwise all the work will be wasted!"

"Great Elder, I have sent someone to inspect the scene, and the person who rescued them is definitely a master, they are all killed with one blow, and the methods are ruthless! And according to my observation, this sword move is not what our local swordsman in Fuzhou called, I guess...... Could it be a Han Chinese swordsman?" The Great Elder's henchmen, Murong Guang said in a condensed voice.

"Han Chinese! Damn Han people, we have been powerful and blessed in Fuzhou for so many years, and now they dare to meddle in the affairs of our clan! Check it out for me, whoever it is, you have to find it out for me!" Murong Fu roared.

"No!"

Murong Guang returned to his life, and then turned around and was about to go out.

But at this moment, a subordinate outside came to report.

"Back to the Great Elder, a letter from Nanlin!" Immediately, his subordinates handed a letter to Murong Fu.

As soon as Murong Guang wanted to leave, Murong Fu said, "Nephew, you wait first...... Let's take a look at what this King Han is looking for me again!"

Murong Guang is not only Murong Fu's right-hand man, but also Murong Fu's own nephew, Murong Fu has no children under his knees, and with this relationship, he has always wanted to train Murong Guang to become his successor.

Murong Guang nodded and stayed where he was.

Immediately, Murong Fu opened it in front of Murong Guang

Epistles.

After reading it, Murong Fu angrily threw the letter on the ground.

"This Han Xin, what do you really think of yourself, isn't it just a little favor for us, poisoning that stinky ***, and he dares to order me! Let me kill a caravan! I haven't finished my own affairs here, how can I help him kill people!" Murong Fu said angrily.

"Uncle, please stop being angry, I think I still have to help King Han do this matter, after all, King Han is also our backer, and he has funded us a lot over the years!" Murong Guang comforted.

"Funding!? Hehe, with the things of the Central Plains, we will return the precious furs of Fuzhou, which is the funding, alas! Forget it, don't care, find those two women first, so as to prevent future troubles, this caravan matter, we will talk about it later!" Although Murong Fu was ruthless in his mouth, in his heart, he was still a little jealous of Han Xin.

After all, Nanlin Iron Riding is famous all over the world!

If you really want to offend Han Xin, Han Xin will definitely attack them!

"Okay, uncle, I'll do it, and by the way, I'll find out the Han swordsman!" Murong Guang commanded.

Murong Guang was about to turn around, but was stopped by Murong Fu again, with a gloomy face, and asked in a cold voice.

"Wait, lately...... That stinky ***, how's it going?!"

"I haven't woken up, and it's not easy for our people to get close, after all, the Guardian Commander Wang Chaohui has been guarding all the time!" Murong Guang replied.

"Damn it, this Wang Chaohui! What a dog thing! Why don't all these Han people die!" Murong roared angrily.

He only felt that things were getting worse and worse now, as if there was a mysterious force that was affecting everything strangely!

……

Near Fuxing City.

Xiang Yun was dragged by Lao Jia to a small forest.

"Lao Jia, what are you looking for me?!" Xiang Yun asked.

"Master Xiang, you just send these two girls away, with them, we will definitely not be able to enter Fuxing City, and besides, our own affairs have not been completed, and it is not appropriate to take care of the affairs of the Rong clan now!" Lao Jia said bitterly.

"Hehe, Lao Jia, I know your worries, do you think these two girls will implicate us and cause trouble, don't talk about Wanzhou, the entire caravan can't even get out of Fuzhou, so you're afraid, right?!" Xiang Yun said with a smile.

"Master Xiang, since you know everything, why do you still agree to help them! It's worth the cost!" Lao Jia saw that Xiang Yun understood the truth inside, why did he still do this.

"Alas, you, you, no wonder you haven't been able to make a fortune for so many years, remember, we are businessmen, and businessmen are chasing profits, do you understand that wealth and danger are in danger?! Think about it from another angle, that Murong Shuang is the future high priest, and her sister is the current high priest, if we can help them relieve the crisis, then in the future, the entire Fuzhou, the entire Rong clan, then we will not be able to go sideways!" Xiang Yun sighed and smiled.

In fact, when he saved Murong Shuang at the beginning, if Xiang Yun was not selfish, it was definitely not Xiang Yun's style.