Chapter 52: If the mountain doesn't pass, I'll come by myself

The starry night of the side plug is sultry, and Chao Ling lies in the big tent and looks at the stars above his head with divine power. She hadn't fully adapted to life in the army, and without sugar cakes and soft quilts, she yawned a few times and didn't let herself fall asleep.

Wandering in the mortal world, her cultivation is a little slack, and the divine soul that has been cursed by heaven has not fully recovered, and she always has to be strong in dealing with Ling He Chi Xuan during the day, and now she is left alone in a daze.

She couldn't figure out why Lin Wanqi liked Biansai, was it because the starry sky here was gorgeous?

Chao Ling turned over, buried his head in the quilt and took a deep breath.

Ling He Chi Xuan is now the person who knows the most about the beginning and end of the first battle in Pingning Pass except for the Queen Mother, and Chao Ling's desire to rehabilitate the Lin family and pull the Queen Mother into the water is the most important step, so Ling He Chi Xuan is the person who is most likely to have evidence of guilt.

She tried to spoil the plot behind the Spoiler with Pleiades, but the book of fate has been messed up by Chaoling, and she can't see what will happen after that.

The only reliable information obtained was that Ling He Chi Xuan was assassinated on the road not long after his mission.

Chaoling originally wanted to continue on this path, but Pleiades said that Bai Yu should be alive at this moment in the former fate book.

Then it's all messed up, so messy that Linghe Chi Xuan can't die, if he dies, the clues about Pingning Pass will be all broken.

The world is impermanent, the world is impermanent.

Now there is a gap in her soul, the mark left by Lin Wanqi after worshipping is entrusted by Lin Wanqi's body, if she doesn't unlock it, she may have to leave with this mark, and she can't say the consequences.

She lost so much this trip.

"It's so cold in here."

"yes, it's cold."

She was patted on the shoulder, and subconsciously grabbed the hand towards Ling, and pulled it hard in front of her, the man lost his balance and rushed forward, and Chaoling pressed him against the bed.

His eyes flipped, and Jiu Li lay on his back on the couch, Chao Ling supported his ear with one hand, and choked Jiu Li's neck with the other hand. He was restrained and tilted his head slightly, revealing his fair neck and fine collarbones, and the shadow cast by his chin concealed the ambiguity.

Their identities were flipped in the cold night of this barracks, and they were replaced by flying and domineering.

"I entered General Lin's territory and took the passage money below." Jiuli was holding a paper bag in his hand, and his skin was a little wrinkled, so he kept holding it in his hand even if he was choked by Chaoling's neck.

The sugar cake in the Imperial City's Prince's Mansion was a cook specially recruited by Jiuli.

Chao Ling leaned over slightly and approached the deep facial features, he had been soaked in the cold wind for a long time, but she felt the heat of the world from him.

A little bit of heat in this complex and cruel human world that she hasn't had time to fully appreciate.

"I can't see you."

Jiuli hugged her thin waist, buried her head in her neck, and leaned lightly, "The mountain can't pass, I'll come by myself." ”

"General Lin, didn't I come to see you?"

Chao Ling was in a trance, she could never guess what this person was doing, he had a sad nightmare, and he really didn't want anything.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came late at night, what is the so-called?"

The hand on his waist tightened, and he pulled her into his arms, "Cold, find someone to lean on." ”

"Your Highness, this is the Border Guards' Big Tent."

"Hmm." Jiu Li let out a low voice, closed his eyes and said lightly, "My life is here, General Lin will take it lightly." ”

"You get up." Chaoling wanted to drag him up from the bed, but he sank like a stone, and she didn't move no matter how she dragged him. "Su Jiuli, you get up."

"Oh." He was a little lost and held his arms half-back, he was really tired, riding alone through this long road exhausted all his strength, and he was relieved when he saw the person in front of him, and the feeling that should have appeared on his body a long time ago came up, cold and painful, "I'll leave at dawn." ”

He suddenly laughed, and his cold hand held the top of Chaoling's hair, "Run, run, don't run too fast." ”

It's like comforting yourself, and it's like you're complaining to Chaoling.

"Lin Dynasty Dynasty ......."

"Huh?"

"It's fine."

[Fortunately, it's okay, it's okay that my dynasty is fine. 】

Chao Ling leaned quietly against Jiu Li, and after a while, patted him on the back, "I didn't run, I just have something else to do." ”

Jiu Li snorted, let go of her, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt again, and waved his free hand.

"Su Jiuli, I hope you will have already returned when I come back." Chaoling's ultimatum "This is the border guards' tent, and the prince of Mobei, do you think you are suitable to stay here?" ”

Waving his hand quickly retracted into the quilt, he turned his head and left only his long hair like ink facing Chaoling.

Chao Ling threw his long hair up and tied it with a red headband. Without the bell, I finally yelled to comb her hair every day.

If the Pleiades Monarch's life book is correct, today should be the death date of Ling He Chi Xuan's assassination, but Ling He Chi Xuan can't die yet.

As soon as she took a step, the faint sound of the bow and arrow crept out of the string, and the feather arrow slipped through the crack in the door, heading straight for the face of Ling.

The fishy smell hit her face, and she raised her head, and the feather arrow hooked off her headband. She grabbed the galloping feather arrow with her backhand, looked in the direction, and the longbow was still on Ling He Chi Xuan's arm, "General Lin, good martial arts." ”

Chao Ling put one hand on the long sword, and her body was sideways to block Ling He Chi Xuan's sight, she looked at him silently, speculating with each other's intentions, but she was unwilling to tear her face at this moment.

Ling He Chi Xuan fiddled with his longbow, "General Lin, you're about to leave tomorrow, haven't you rested yet?" ”

She let out a cold snort from her nose and didn't reply. The door was half-open, and Chao Ling's face was in it, she was expressionless, staring at Ling He Chi Xuan cautiously, like a poisonous snake lying dormant in the yellow sand.

"I'm hungry at night and want to ask General Lin if he has anything to eat. Like what...... Sugar cakes? ”

Her heart shrank suddenly, and her fingertips turned a little white with force, staring at Ling He Chi Xuan, who was getting closer and closer, the long sword was unsheathed, and the blade of the sword was pointed far away.

"It's already past the hour, and there will be no smoke in the army, Prince Linghe will endure it."

She didn't dare to bet on Ling He Chi Xuan, how many people around him were waiting to kill him, he knew better than Chao Ling, and now because of curiosity and Chao Ling's move, his situation would not be better.

The battle-hardened little prince of Mobei will not be such a fool without a city.

"Don't be nervous." Ling He Chi Xuan threw the longbow on the ground, and he raised his hands above his head to reveal his broad palms. "General Lin, we haven't finished talking about things yet."

"I thought we had nothing to talk about."

"I just caught a Han man in Mobei, I don't recognize the name, I want to find General Lin and help me take a look."

The words are crooked, and it can be seen that the person who wrote the name struggled several times, and then was copied by several people to form this ghost drawing.

"This is a kanji?" Chaoling asked himself that the level of poetry and poetry education is indeed not high, but after all, he has lived as an immortal for so many years, and he has read all the obscure magic classics, and the words must be known.

Ling He Chi Xuan was obviously stunned by her question, the space around the big tent was empty, and the wind blew through the flag, which turned out to be a bit like laughter. He pinched the piece of paper and scolded Mobei's language, "It must be Chinese, your people can write it yourself." ”

Chao Ling pinched the other end of the piece of paper, silent, and another thought in his heart told him that this was not a name, but a curse word.

"Han Chinese....... There should be no more than 8-word names. Chao Ling said firmly, she covered her mouth and tried her best not to laugh, but the smile still came out of her eyes.

"Let me say so." Ling He Chi Xuan gave up dealing with the Central Plains people, and he angrily tore up the piece of paper, "Do you have an official in Jiaozhou, named Zhou ...... Something. ”

"There are a lot of people with the surname Zhou in the Central Plains." Chaoling didn't dare to answer, she thought of Zhou Zixin for the first time.

A disciple of Taifu Chu, Zhang Zhaoran's mentor, died on the way back to Beijing, Jiaozhou Yushi Zhou Zixin.

Ling He Chi Xuan didn't understand how people could have so many hearts, but he had led the troops and knew the truth of hiding three points before the battle, so he calmed down and waited for Chao Ling to figure out Zhou Zixin's affairs carefully.

He clasped his hands in front of his chest, wanting to block in front of Chaoling like a wall, "Don't worry, General Lin thought slowly." ”

She knew too little, she knew too little about the Jiaozhou grain hoarding case, and she couldn't tell whether what Ling He Chi Xuan said was true or false.

There was a heat in front of her, blood was on her face, and a drop fell on the top of her hair and was running down. She was stunned, and her nerves, which had already been dull to the smell of blood, suddenly tensed.

A feather arrow passed through Ling He Chi Xuan's chest, shattering the wall in front of him through the gap. He pressed the blood in his mouth and wanted to look back, but was pressed by Chaoling "Don't move." ”

The voice was almost roaring, shaking Ling He Chi Xuan's eardrums numb, he was held for a while, the blood from the feather arrow was interrupted against Chao Ling's clothes, she held the sword in her other hand, and her eyes quickly swept through the surrounding bushes.

This is the big tent of the border guards, even if you do it, how can you choose to be here?

Spiritual power flowed out from Chao Ling's back, like a stream of water covering the entire border guard tent, and the people around him became clear. Not far behind him, a figure lay dormant, his bow and arrows taking his place as his eyes watched what was happening.

Chao Ling's long sword was a little bit, and with the strength of his wrist, he threw it straight at the man.

A black shadow broke out of the big tent, and with the help of Chaoling's long sword, like lightning tearing through the night, he had reached the man in the blink of an eye.

No, it's not just that, there's more.

The military flag fluttered in the wind and rustled.

Late, Jiuli brought the man out of the bushes, and he was only given a corpse, and a trained warrior would end his life cleanly when he was in trouble.

He threw the corpse in front of Ling He Chi Xuan, and the man was dressed in night clothes and couldn't tell who the force was.

"Are you alright?" Obviously, Jiu Li didn't ask Ling He Chi Xuan what he said, he was a little angry, and there was reproach in his final tone.

The tip of Ling Hechixuan's tongue pressed blood, and his voice was slurred, "You are that child." ”

He was not very old, but he called Su Jiuli, who was not a few years younger than him, that child.

Jiu Li stared at him, the regret of the Mobei princess who was separated from the two of them, the shame of the Central Plains when he was canonized as the crown prince, and the lingering nightmare of the three military newspapers in Pingning Pass, these knives and knives deeply widened the distance between the two before.

"Su Jiuli, you should call me uncle."

"The last one I asked me to call him Uncle Huang was just after the first seven."