The few princes didn't take this little brother with open nostrils to heart. If they weren't afraid of the mother tribe behind the queen and Su Shiyilu, an uncle who can fight, they would have taken this little **** away without anyone noticing. Killed.
They still remember Twelve's face of humiliating their mother and concubine's background behind their backs, and their murderous intentions have been brewing for many years.
As far as the current situation is concerned, Twelve is not a threat.
Another thing is most important.
"Let's be honest, who among you did those tribal murders? Or do you know who did it?" The speaking prince's eyes moved slightly, and he lowered his voice to ask the brothers present. His sinister eyes scanned everyone carefully. s face.
Don't miss a little subtle reaction.
Other princes are not fuel-efficient lamps.
He didn't show any flaws on his face, and he spoke the truth.
"I don't know."
"never heard of that…"
Everyone is unbelievers.
They all harbor similar doubts.
This black hand must be done by some brother.
But who would honestly admit to doing such a thing?
A banquet was spent in the midst of their own ghosts. Brothers who have a good relationship or have formed an alliance, chatted and laughed together. The seemingly harmonious banquet was actually undercurrents. He secretly looked at everyone present with suspicious eyes.
After the drinking game was over, everyone had a target of suspicion.
"It must be the old five and seven who did it..."
"It must be the fourth brother who did it..."
"It must be Lao Jiu, he suspects a lot..."
"No, it must be the third child..."
Each brother has a major suspect.
At the same time, Su Shiyilu also returned home full of anger, and his confidant waited for a long time.
Because this confidant's words were in line with his wishes, Su Shiyilu gradually regarded him as a think tank.
The confidant has already chewed the belly draft over and over again.
As soon as Su Shiyilu spoke, he knew: "Don't worry, general, as long as the twelve princes are brought back."
"Now I'm worried that I won't be able to get them back." Su Shiyilude admitted that he still underestimated these princes.
Confidant: "..."
This is beyond the outline.
He tried his best to bring the topic to his own manuscript, and said cautiously: "General, although this matter is urgent, it is not the most urgent. We have to prepare for the worst. If we can't pick up the prince within the time limit, what will happen then? What should we do? No matter which prince deserves such great credit for conquering Yongguguan, it will be enough to push him to the throne of the crown prince, so we have to guard against it!"
Su Shiyilu became furious when he heard this hypothesis.
His expression was sullen and he said: "Defense? How to prevent? Is it possible that the general should not work hard and be passive and idle?"
The confidant shook his head: "No, no, this subordinate doesn't mean that. According to my humble opinion, instead of giving the credit to one of them, it is better to give the credit to eleven of them. No matter how great the credit is, divide it into eleven shares. , there is not much left. Let them compete for the 'first power', it will be enough to argue for a while, buy us time, and then find a chance to support the twelve princes."
Su Shi Yilu's brows gradually relaxed upon hearing this.
A table desk said: "This is a good idea!"
"It's just..." He hesitated, and it was not up to him to decide that the eleven princes would go out together. According to the usual practice, a few people must be left to guard the capital to prevent chaos from dissident tribes. But this suggestion is really heartwarming.
The answer copied by the confidant has long been prepared.
He said: "General, this matter is not difficult at all. Think about it, have tribes been wiped out one after another recently? The princes must be suspicious of each other at this time, and no one can rest assured that the other party will stay in the capital... Go to the front line Gu If you don't reach the rear, if the person left behind is the mastermind, wouldn't that give the other party a chance to kill themselves? So..."
The confidant evoked a smile like a pearl in his hands.
As for guarding the capital...
Your Majesty still has a bunch of underage sons.
Su Shiyilu nodded repeatedly when he heard the words: "Indeed, in this case, the general only needs to push, and they will take advantage of it. You are good at fighting, and your brain is flexible enough."
A few words and a few words solved his urgent need.
The confidant flattered and flattered: "This is the general's training."
The cold wind was bitter, and the disgusting smell of blood was blowing in the wind. A dozen corpses were lying on the ground in disorder, attracting hungry birds of prey. Raptors pecked at the corpses, and another group of eleven people sat in silence not far away, eating dry food.
The young man headed by bent his elbows, and wiped the blood-stained blade of the sword with a cloth that was so dirty that the original color could not be seen. Finally, the saber was retracted into the scabbard at the waist, and the whole process was silent and solemn.
They just ran into a bunch of short-sighted things.
Then he added a meal to the Guangye Raptor.
"Let's go, it should be nearby."
The strong premonition of being a literary scholar made her blood agitated, as if even the dead things on her waist were about to move.
Eager to **** and drink the target's blood.
The remaining ten people were more or less slightly injured, but not serious. In addition, they were all carefully selected elites. Their physical fitness and combat awareness were not to mention, and their combat power had not declined. A group of eleven people left corpses on the ground and set off on the road.
and galloped on the horse for most of the day.
Arriving at a gravel area with rugged and complex terrain, the eyes are full of "cliffs" carefully carved out by tens of thousands of years of wind and frost.
The cold wind pierced through the hole above the "cliff", making a creepy whimpering sound, like countless lost souls whispering and sobbing in their ears. Many raptors built their nests on the cliffs, and from time to time one or two black shadows could be seen flying by.
"This is really a treasured geomantic place suitable for burial."
Lin Feng clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.
"Walk!"
The target must be hiding here.
It's just that there is no trace of people as night falls.
Lin Feng was not discouraged either.
Look for a place suitable for overnight stay, just for one night.
Arranging a vigil, she quietly held the sword, leaned against the rough and cold cliff, and fell asleep with the wolf howling.
She slept lightly, and when she seemed to be asleep, she felt a black shadow in the shape of a human appearing in a daze, and she woke up suddenly.
Standing up, the sword was unsheathed.
Slight movements attracted the attention of the guards.
Lin Feng looked around solemnly.
The moonlight is bright and bright today, but here are all cliffs, blocking the light, and only the faint outline of the mountain can be seen. Seeing this posture, the other guards also drew out their weapons one after another, alerting all directions. Lin Feng was still recalling the appearance of that black shadow.
Suddenly, there was a mysterious premonition somewhere.
She hurriedly left a sentence.
"You stay behind, be careful."
With a flash of stature, with the blessing of the spirit of speech, he leaped high to a cliff with the sword in hand, and stabbed out the sword in his hand without hesitation.
铛—
There was a soft sound.
Another ray of coldness reflected in the dark night intersected with her sword, and the force in her hand made Lin Feng's killing intent increase sharply.
The guard looked up nervously.
Two beams of Wenqi light appeared from a high place.
A peach powder, a light gold.