The imperial guard smiled and said: "I thought that little Fourth Eunuch, you are not afraid of anything but the Emperor alone. I didn't expect that Little Fourth Eunuch, you are still afraid of Miss Shen."
Xiaosi didn't feel embarrassed, but nodded helpfully and said with a smile: "Yes, I dared to say a few words when I met the emperor, but when I saw Miss Shen, all the chills in my body stood up. Oh my god. Lingling, Lingling, don’t prick me with that needle!”
He said and shuddered again.
"As long as you don't talk nonsense, Miss Shen will not punish you."
Zhui Feng interrupted abruptly.
"Bah! When did I start talking nonsense? Zhui Feng, you're not going to sue me in front of Miss Shen, are you?" Xiaosi squinted at Zhui Feng.
"I don't have the time."
With a straight face, Zhui Feng put the tied stretcher on his shoulders and took long strides to leave.
Xiao Si hurriedly jumped up and chased after him, rushing to get the stretcher, shouting: "Hey, hey, Zhui Feng, we are good brothers, I also contributed to this stretcher, let's carry it. This stretcher is heavy, let me help you carry it."
Zhui Feng glanced at him, and although his face was cold and expressionless, he handed half of the stretcher into Xiao Si's hands.
Xiaosi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled brightly: "Zhui Feng, I know you are loyal. Whatever you want in the future, just let me tell you. As long as I can do it, I will never say half-heartedly." Not a word!”
He seemed to have forgotten all about the grudge between himself and Zhui Feng in the blink of an eye.
*
More than 600 dead soldiers in black were dispatched aggressively, but not even one of them came back.
The group in the capital began to feel uneasy after receiving no news for a long time, thinking that this imperative mission had failed again, right
They quickly sent out sentries to inquire, and the news they came back scared them to death.
died!
More than 600 people were all dead!
The whole group is destroyed!
When they received the news, none of these officials believed their ears, because in their minds, this was something that was impossible to happen, and it was even a result they had never imagined in their dreams.
Gathered in the familiar living room, the expressions on the officials' faces were not very good, as if someone owed them fifty thousand taels of silver but had not paid them back.
The failure of the mission was secondary. They felt sorry for the group of dead soldiers they sent out!
You must know that they spent a lot of effort to raise them, but before they could be used at the most critical moment, they died in this inconspicuous mission.
It hurts them so much!
Each of them regretted so much that they almost vomited blood. If he had known that this would be the result, he should not have sent them out anyway. He could have just hired some servants or thugs to make up the difference.
It's a pity that there is no regret medicine in this world. No matter how much they regret, it will not help the world.
In the living room, the guests all sighed and looked frustrated.
"Why are you sighing? Are you feeling sorry for your own dead soldiers?"
Suddenly, a clear voice rose from the crowd, causing everyone to look up at him.
They were initially frightened, thinking that it was the big shot who had arrived, but when they looked over, they saw a handsome-looking official. He was of the same rank as them, but he had the most trust from the big shot.
When the officials saw it was him, they all had disapproving expressions on their faces.