Back Off, Let Me Come

"Doubtful...not really..."

Although Lin Feng had an immature face and was no match for him, the mysterious scribe looked at her with blood splattered all over her body and still smiled calmly. Coupled with the environmental bonus, he was actually a little afraid. Tsk, the more I live, the more I go back...

He was actually shocked by a young junior.

but--

The mysterious scribe turned his attention to the head in Lin Feng's hand and asked, "Who did Xiaolang call this person just now..."

He suspected that he was hallucinating.

"The Twelve Princes of Shiwu."

Lin Feng lifted his head and looked at it carefully. I have to say that it was much more pleasing to the eye when he died than when he was alive.

Mysterious scribe: "..."

He was stunned by the sudden explosion of thunder.

"... Shiwu's... twelfth prince, isn't that the direct descendant of Queen Shiwu?" The old man felt his heart was a little unbearable. He had previously accepted Yan Xingning's life-saving grace and was entrusted by him to come to Shiwu to do something. things, and plan the ending for them.

I have to admit that Yan Xingning’s chess game is huge.

The fundamental purpose is to instigate internal fighting among Shiwu and gain valuable time. Coincidentally, the princes under King Shiwu came of age one after another, came into contact with government affairs, and began to have ambitions. Their interests were contrary to the faction of the queen who controlled nearly half of Shiwu's troops.

Fierce fighting is inevitable between them.

The crown prince has not yet been decided, so it is a good time.

For this reason, the mysterious scribe tried his best to secretly get into Su Shiyilu's tent, an inconspicuous but powerful man with a voice. In order for this reckless man to win Su Shiyilu's trust and become his own microphone, he worked hard.

But he also knew one thing.

There are two factions, and the Queen's faction has the advantage.

Their roots in Shiwu are too deep!

However, if the most crucial person can be killed, and then the blame can be framed on the other princes of Shiwu, no one can escape from this internal fight easily! This character is naturally the Twelve Princes who are closely protected by the Queen and others.

The only chance to take action against this son——

This is the time during this coming-of-age ceremony when your defenses are at their weakest.

Even so, the mysterious scribe couldn't do anything about it.

I never expected it——

In his eyes, the target that was too difficult to assassinate was separated from the body at this moment, and the head was held in the hands of the young man in front of him.

Lin Feng suppressed his smile.

He seemed to be pondering how this person could know.

Then I thought about it, which foreign scribe who has the courage to wander around Shiwu doesn't have two brushes in his hand? It is common sense when traveling to find out the basic information about Shiwu Royal Court. Lin Feng nodded and replied: "Yes, it is this little prince."

The mysterious scribe asked again: "Have you been hunting him?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Of course."

The mysterious scribe secretly wondered about Lin Feng's identity.

At the top of the cliff just now, the guards called him "Master Lin". He had a vague guess in his mind, but he was not sure. After suppressing many doubts, he looked at the corpse on the ground and asked, "What are Xiaolang going to do with this headless corpse?"

Lin Feng asked back: "You want it?"

"If Xiaolang is willing to give up his love..."

Lin Feng said: "It's up to you, sir."

Without the help of this scribe, the target might have escaped, and someone else would have had a share of the credit. She only wanted the head to be handed over to her teacher Chu Yao, and the body was taken care of as she pleased. When the mysterious scribe heard this, he cupped his hands and said solemnly: "Young man is so generous."

The next step is how to get up there.

It's easy to jump down, but not easy to climb up. Fortunately, there are ten soy sauce guards on the top of the cliff who can come in handy.

Seeing the head in Lin Feng's hand, and seeing Chief Lin smiling like a spring breeze, all the guards were ecstatic, and they all clasped their fists and said, "Congratulations to Chief Lin, congratulations to Chief Lin!" Those with the sharpest eyesight among them took it directly. A special wooden box in your travel bag.

This box has a certain anti-corrosion function.

Lin Feng carefully put the head in.

Look left, look right.

He said: "Find some salt and put it on it to make it taste better."

Mysterious scribe: "..."

This is supposed to be pickled vegetables...

At this time, Xiao Lang turned to ask him.

"Sir, would you like some?"

The mysterious scribe twitched his lips and shook his head: "No need."

Literary scribes have many means to keep objects from decaying in a short period of time. In addition, in the cold winter months, the decay rate is even slower. It would be a crime for Queen Shiwu to receive the headless body of her son that had been marinated in salt.

Lin Feng finally got rid of an inner demon.

Just when I was worried about how to get rid of the mysterious scribe and return to the camp, he took the initiative to submit his resignation. Presuming that he still had something important to do, he asked Lin Feng and the others for a few days of dry food and water, and then disappeared on horseback into the wilderness under the first light of day.

Lin Feng is facing the rising sun and is full of energy.

"Let's go back to the lord to collect the reward!"

Shen Tang knew about the success of Lin Feng's mission before dawn. The army had been marching in the dark and resting during the day. When the twelfth prince was killed, the sparrow head possessed by him was fighting fiercely with the soldiers with whom he was close.

While we were talking, the bird's head fell down without warning.

Soldiers gathered nearby.

I thought that Sparrow Tou was feeling unwell, and was about to take him to the military doctor to prescribe some medicine. Unexpectedly, when I touched his skin, it was as cold as death. I breathed again and touched my chest. There was no breathing or heartbeat. I was dead...dead?

The soldiers immediately passed the news to Xu Quan.

"Captain Xu, it's not good."

Xu Quan was reading the book of war, fascinated.

Hearing this loud voice, I wanted to give him a kick.

"What are you yelling about?"

"That birdhead is dead!"

Xu Quan didn't react at first.

After thinking about it, he sat up straight: "Is Sparrow Head dead?"

When the soldiers explained the whole process clearly, Xu Quan thought of something and his face was filled with ecstasy. He clapped the rolled-up book of war directly into the palm of his hand and laughed: "Okay, okay, Sister Lingde is amazing! You move the body over quickly, and then I’m going to see my lord!”

There was no damage to Quetou's body but he suddenly "died". There are basically only two possibilities - one is that someone forcibly awakened the main body; the other is that the main body was killed!

Xu Quan is more inclined to the second possibility!

"Lord, good news! Great news!"

Shen Tang put away the military affairs slip in his hand.

"What good news?"

Xu Quan said: "Ling De has come true!"

Shen Tang paused and his eyes lit up: "Seriously?"

"It shouldn't be wrong!"

Xu Quan recounted the incident.

Shen Tang pondered: "Although the second one may have a stronger personality, we cannot rule out the first one. If successful, Lingde will be able to return to camp in the near future. We will send people back to meet her, and Shiwu is increasingly deploying troops. Frequent, I should be more careful..."

When the news of the death of the Twelve Princes reaches Shiwu Royal Court, it will inevitably set off a political storm, which may make Shiwu temporarily give up the idea of ​​attacking Yonggu Pass.

But, her intuition told her.

Things won't end that easily.

These will be headaches later.

Right now——

"When Lingde comes back, let her take care of her."

Celebrate that she can finally take charge of herself.

Different from Shen Tang's relief that "I have a daughter in my family," Queen Shiwu had an extremely terrifying nightmare in the latter half of the night. In the dream, her heart and liver were covered in blood, there was a hideous scar on her neck, her face was hideous, and the red thread spread.

He said nothing, silently weeping two strands of blood and tears.

The queen tried her best to catch up with him.

However, the figure walked further and further away.

Finally, she woke up with a scream.

"My son, my son——"

The maid stepped forward to hold the lamp.

"Is this actually a nightmare..."

She said this, but the strong sense of foreboding made her unable to sleep, and she tossed and turned until dawn.