Chapter 461 Chapter 461: Work hard to complete KPI (forty-one) [Request for monthly votes]
"I doubt...but I don't..."
Although Lin Feng's face is immature, he is not his opponent at all. But 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, I am really getting better and better as I live...
I was shocked by a young man who was still young.
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 hearing hallucinations.
"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 that his heart was a little unbearable. He had previously accepted Yan Xingning's life-saving grace and was entrusted by the other party. Come to Shiwu to do some things and plan the ending.
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 became ambitious. Their interests conflicted with the faction of the queen who controlled nearly half of Shiwu's troops.
A fierce battle 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 climb into Su Shiyilu's tent, an inconspicuous but powerful man. 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 opportunity to take action against this child——
It is this coming-of-age ceremony, when the defense is at its weakest.
Even so, the mysterious scribe couldn't do anything about it.
I never expected that——
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 restrained his smile.
Seemingly pondering how this person knew.
On second thought, among the foreign scribes who have the courage to wander around Shiwu, who 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: "Well, it is this little prince."
The mysterious scribe asked again: "Have you been chasing him?"
Lin Feng smiled and said: "Of course."
The mysterious scribe secretly wondered about Lin Feng's identity.
On 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.
It is 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 Master Lin smiling like a spring breeze, all the guards were ecstatic, and they all clasped their fists and said, "Congratulations to Master Lin, congratulations to Master Lin!" There was something discerning among them. He was so excited that he took out the special wooden box in his luggage.
This box has a certain anti-corrosion function.
Lin Feng carefully put the head in.
Look left, look right.
Said: "Find some salt and put it on it to soak in the flavor."
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."
The literary scribe has many means to keep objects from decaying in a short period of time. It's not rotten, and since it's the coldest month of winter now, it rots even more slowly. 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 having a headache 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 in high spirits.
"Let's go back to the lord to collect the reward!"
As for the news of Lin Feng's success in the mission, Shen Tang knew it before dawn. The army had always marched in the dark and rested 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 nearby gathered around.
I thought Sparrow Tou was feeling unwell, and was about to take him behind his back to find a 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, something is not right."
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 sparrow head is dead!”
Xu Quan didn’t react at first.
After thinking about it, he sat up straight: "Sparrow head is dead?"
When the soldiers explained the whole process clearly, Xu Quan thought of something, his face was ecstatic, and he clapped the rolled-up military book directly into the palm of his hand, Laughing: "Okay, okay, sister Lingde is fierce." Harm! Bring the body quickly and follow me to see the lord!”
There are basically only two possibilities for Quetou’s body to be “dead” without any damage—one, someone forcibly awakened him! The main body; secondly, the main body has been destroyed!
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?"
“There should be no mistake!”
Xu Quan recounted the incident.
Shen Tang muttered: "Although the second one may have a bigger personality, we cannot rule out the first one. If successful, Lingde will be able to return to camp in the near future. Send someone back to pick her up, Shiwu Troops are being mobilized more and more frequently here, so we should be more careful..."
When the news of the death of the Twelve Princes returns to the Shiwu Royal Court, it will inevitably set off a political storm, which may temporarily cause the Shiwu side to Give up the idea of attacking Yonggu Pass.
But, her intuition told her.
Things will not end so simply.
These will be headaches later.
Now -
"When Lingde comes back, let her take care of herself."
Celebrate that she can finally take charge of herself.
Different from Shen Tang’s joy of “having 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 a nightmare..."
She said this, but the strong ominous premonition kept her unable to sleep, and she tossed and turned until dawn.
(End of this chapter)