"Hero, spare your life! We are also acting on orders. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info: "The man in black was lying in the grass with half of his face sunk into the dirt. The only thing that was missing the other black-clothed assassins caught up with him, Feng Chen let go of the slender hands pressed on his head, and the man in black was just about to slip away, when Feng Chen picked up the gravel on the side of the road and hit his knees, clutching his knees and falling to the ground and screaming. "Say, are these things that Huang Taiji instructed you to do?" Feng Chen asked sternly on the side. The man in black kept rolling on the ground in pain, and squeaked while rolling: "It's all Babel's orders, we are just acting on orders, hero, you see that I have the old and the young." Feng Chen raised his blunt sword and put it in the scabbard behind him, dusted off the dust that had just fallen on his body and said, "Go! Don't let me see you again!" The man in black respectfully handed the waist card on his body to Feng Chen, and fled in a cowardly hurry.

Taking advantage of the night, Feng Chen rushed back to the inn, but the building was already empty. Feng Chen turned this inn upside down, but he only saw the black-clothed assassin lying on the bed, and even the shopkeeper of this inn was nowhere to be found. Feng Chen took off the rag from the man's mouth and asked, "Have you ever seen a girl here?" The man in black pretended to be deaf and dumb and did not answer. Feng Chen saw that this person was still a man, so he loosened the hemp rope for him and untied the acupoint. The man in black got up and walked out of the house, but he stepped back and pointed to the incense ash that fell on the table. When he asked again, there was a neighing of a fast horse outside the house, the black-clothed assassin had already ridden away, Feng Chen picked up some incense ash on the table and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, this incense ash is no different from ordinary sandalwood, he suddenly noticed the small dot on the table, he picked up a piece and broke it and smelled it, and found the clue, it must be this fruity dessert with this sandalwood will make people sleepy, and the person who framed Hai Lanzhu girl must be a familiar person in this inn.

Feng Chen was in a hurry, and after a moment's delay, he took out a thin pony from the stable behind the house, and their carriage was nowhere to be found. Feng Chen looked at the ruts on the ground and concluded that these people continued to go north, if Huang Taiji followed what the letter said, this group of people should have rushed to the Qinghe Hot Spring Holy Land at this time. The night was thick, the wind was blowing, and the flying sand blew the dusty face, and at this time he couldn't care so much, so he hurriedly changed the people's clothes to chase Huang Taiji's carriage.

Feng Chen was chasing after him, and Dolgon was also non-stop, and Huang Taiji was extremely calm along the way, just telling the fourteenth brother to gallop to the Qinghe Hot Spring Holy Land. The sky was white, it was supposed to be a day or two away, but it was possible to reach the periphery of the Qinghe Hot Spring Holy Land in half a day, there were also many guards guarding here, and when I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I saw Erbeile Daishan turning the jade wrench finger in his hand and waiting here, as if he had expected that Huang Taiji would come with Dolgon, Dolgon didn't say a word before the carriage came down, and he was going to break through with a whip. Big Belle Daishan shouted loudly: "What a bold man, Dolgon, are you trying to force the palace?" Huang Taiji grabbed Dolgon's whip with one hand and walked out of the carriage: "I have to bother the eldest brother to pass on the word for us, and say that Dolgon and I are back." Dolgon looked unconvinced: "Do you even have to ask others when you see my father Khan now?" Huang Taiji still did not change his face, and said with a smile: "Our father Khan is very strong, don't be too anxious, the second brother has already arranged it for us!" After speaking, he got out of the carriage and followed Dai Shan's people to the other garden to rest first.

Whether this generation of goodness is good or has ulterior motives does not matter to Dolgon. At this moment, he just wants to see his father Khan and his mother safe. Feng Chen chased the rut all the way to the periphery of this Qinghe Hot Spring Holy Land, but seeing the heavy guards here, I am afraid that it will not be easy to enter. I had to find a big tree in a secluded place in the mountains and forests to rest on the tree, and I kept thinking about whether my junior brother had already arrived in Shengjing, and why did I come to this Qinghe Hot Spring Holy Land this time? If the old Khan King really died, the election of the new khan would be the top priority, and the sixteen sons of Nurhachi would have to stage a great drama to seize the crown. If he could help a pro-minded Baylor ascend to the throne, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a carriage full of melons and fruits coming all the way here. Feng Chen jumped off the treetops and waited on the side of the road, pretending to be lost. The coachman of the carriage stopped, approached Feng Chen, and asked, "Little brother, do you have anything to help?" Feng Chen covered his mouth and pointed to his throat and couldn't speak for a long time. The big brother of the coachman was kind: "It seems that you are lost in this wood, right? Then send this cart of melons and fruits with me with me." Feng Chen nodded vigorously, so that he would have a chance to approach the Qinghe Hot Spring Holy Land. When they arrived at the side gate at the foot of the mountain, they were heavily guarded, and even a person who delivered melons and fruits had to have Erbeile's handwritten handwriting before he could be released. The farmer's eldest brother patted Feng Chen's shoulder: "Let's go, little brother, let's move these things to the house." ”

Bypassing these winding paths, Feng Chen and the farmer's eldest brother sent those melons and fruits to the house. The guard who had just sent the two of them in handed a string of copper coins to the farmer: "Erbeile said to serve you well, and you will have a good life in the future." The farmer bowed and nodded in agreement, but he never thought that Feng Dust had engraved the appearance of the path of the short inner courtyard in his mind. Following the farmer out of the side door, the two drove the carriage back to the farmer's quarters. The farmer took out the dried fruit that had been shriveled for a long time and brought it to Feng Chen: "Little brother, eat something! I'll pour you a glass of water." Feng Chen suddenly said: "Who is here in this Qinghe Hot Spring Holy Land?" The eldest brother saw that he was not dumb, and he was so frightened that he accidentally dropped the cup in his hand to the ground, and the hot water was hot and rose from the dirt and rocks. The farmer cautiously closed the door outside the house: "Little brother, don't you dare to tell the story out loud! Feng Chen slapped the table: "You are a native of the Ming Dynasty, but you are doing things for this Houjin!" The farmer saw that Feng Chen was carrying a long sword behind him, he was a little trembling and scared, and bent over and cried and said: "Most of the mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty have long been in the bag of the King of the Later Jin Khan, since the sixth year of the Apocalypse, he raised troops with thirteen pairs of armor, and today he has taken Jinzhou, Linghe, Xingshan, and Tashan with the power of a flood and beast, and is about to attack Beijing City." Feng Chen was even more annoyed when he heard this: "Isn't there a soldier to defend the city?" The farmer lowered his head and whispered: "I heard that this time the illness of King Jin Khan is related to this war, and Yuan Chonghuan, the general who guarded Ningyuan City, can be regarded as holding the city with the red-clothed cannon, but the soldiers are not well fed and I don't know how many days they can hold it." ”

Feng Chen looked at the farmer's adobe house, the house was surrounded by walls, and the only valuable thing was probably the few acres of vegetable fields and the carriage. Feng Chen took out a few ingots of silver from his bosom and handed them to the farmer: "Big brother, I don't need this money either, you can take it and find a good job elsewhere!" The farmer was a little tempted to reach out and take it when he saw so much money, but he quickly shrank back: "Although I am a rough person, I also know how to use people's money to do things for others." Feng Chen's face softened and said, "It's just to borrow your Erbeiler's handwriting, and I will deliver food for you in the future." The farmer shook his head vigorously: "This is my ancestral home, let me move away, don't think about it!" Feng Chen was in a hurry, put the long sword behind him on the table, and the whole house shook with it, and the farmer saw that his legs were weak, so he had to say timidly: "The hero spares his life, I am a small people, you want this handbook, just take it." As he spoke, he dropped his handwritten papers, took the money that had been sealed and placed on the table, rolled up the money, and drove the carriage south to flee from here.