"I don't think so..."
Although Lin Feng looked immature and was no match for him, the mysterious scholar was a little afraid of her when he saw her smiling and talking even though blood was splattered all over her body.
He was actually frightened by a young boy.
but-
The mysterious scholar turned his gaze to the head in Lin Feng's hand and asked, "Who did you call this person just now..."
He suspected that he was hallucinating.
"The Twelve Princes of Shiwu."
Lin Feng lifted up the head and examined it carefully. He had to admit that he looked much better dead than alive.
Mysterious Scribe: "..."
He was stunned by the sudden explosion of thunder.
"... Shiwu's... Twelfth Prince, isn't that the legitimate son of Queen Shiwu?" The old man felt that his heart was a little bit unbearable. He had previously accepted Yan Xingning's life-saving favor and was entrusted by the other party to come to Shiwu to do some things and plan and end it for him.
I have to admit that Yan Xingning’s chess game is very big.
The fundamental purpose is to instigate internal strife among the Ten Crows and buy precious time. Coincidentally, the princes of the Ten Crows King gradually grew up, got involved in government affairs, and developed ambitions. Their interests were contrary to those of the Queen, who controlled nearly half of the Ten Crows' military forces.
There will inevitably be fierce battles between them.
The crown prince has not yet been decided, so it is a good time.
To this end, the mysterious scholar tried his best to secretly get close to a humble but influential man in Su Shiyilu's camp. In order to make this man gain Su Shiyilu's trust and become his messenger, he put in a lot of effort.
But he was also clear about one thing.
Of the two factions, the Queen's faction has more advantages.
Their roots in Shiwu are too deep!
However, if they could get rid of the most crucial person and frame the crime on the other princes of Shiwu, no one would be able to escape easily from this internal struggle! This person was naturally the twelfth prince who was closely protected by the Queen and her men.
The only chance to take action against this boy -
This is the coming-of-age ceremony, the time when our defenses are at their weakest.
Even so, the mysterious scribe could do nothing about it.
I never expected that—
The target that he thought was too difficult to assassinate had its body separated and its head was held in the hands of the young man in front of him.
Lin Feng restrained his smile.
He seemed to be wondering how this person could know.
On second thought, which foreign scholar who has the guts to wander around Shiwu doesn't have some skills? It's common sense to find out the basic information of the Shiwu Royal Court. Lin Feng nodded and replied: "Yes, it's this little prince."
The mysterious scribe then asked, "Have you been chasing him?"
Lin Feng smiled and said, "Of course."
The mysterious scholar secretly wondered about Lin Feng's identity.
Just now at the top of the cliff, the guards called him "Lin Zhubu". He had a vague guess in his mind, but he was not sure. Suppressing many doubts, he looked at the corpse on the ground and asked, "Xiao Lang, how are you going to deal with this headless corpse?"
Lin Feng asked back: "You want it?"
"If Xiaolang is willing to give up..."
Lin Feng said: "As you wish, sir."
Without the help of this scholar, the target might have escaped, and he also deserves some credit. She only wants the head to report to her teacher Chu Yao, and the body is optional. Upon hearing this, the mysterious scholar cupped his hands and said solemnly: "Young man is generous."
The next step is how to get up there.
It is easy to jump down but difficult to climb up. Fortunately, there are ten guards on the top of the cliff who can come in handy.
Seeing the head in Lin Feng's hand and seeing Lin Zhubu's smile, the guards were overjoyed and clasped their fists and said, "Congratulations to Lin Zhubu, congratulations to Lin Zhubu!" Among them, the ones with sharp eyes directly took out the special wooden box from the bag.
This box has a certain anti-corrosion function.
Lin Feng put the head in carefully.
Look left and look right.
He said, "Find some salt and rub it on, so that it can be marinated."
Mysterious Scribe: "..."
This is pickled vegetables...
At this time, Xiaolang turned around and asked him.
"Would you like some, sir?"
The mysterious scribe twitched his lips and shook his head: "No need."
Literary men have many ways to keep objects from decaying in a short period of time, and it is winter now, so the decay rate is even slower. If the Queen of Shiwu received the headless corpse of her son pickled in salt, it would be a sin.
Lin Feng finally resolved his inner demon.
Just when they were racking their brains over how to get rid of the mysterious scholar and return to the camp, he took the initiative to resign. He said he had something important to do, asked Lin Feng and the others for a few days' worth of dry food and water, and rode his horse away into the wilderness at dawn.
Lin Feng faces the rising sun, full of vigor and vitality.
"Let's go back to the lord to claim the reward!"
Shen Tang knew the news of Lin Feng's success before dawn. The army had always marched at night and rested during the day. When the twelfth prince was killed, the Quetou he possessed was fighting fiercely with a soldier on good terms with him.
As they were talking, Quetou fell down without any warning.
The nearby soldiers gathered around.
I thought Quetou was unwell, and was about to carry him to the military doctor to get some medicine, but when I touched his skin, it was as cold as a dead person. I sniffed his nose and touched his chest, but there was no breathing, no heartbeat, dead... dead
The soldier immediately passed the message to Xu Quan.
"Captain Xu, something bad has happened."
Xu Quan was engrossed in reading a military book.
Hearing that loud voice, I wanted to kick him.
"What are you yelling about?"
"That sparrow is dead!"
Xu Quan didn't react at first.
After thinking for a while, he sat up straight: "Is Quetou dead?"
After the soldier explained the whole process in detail, Xu Quan thought of something and was ecstatic. He clapped his hands with the rolled-up military book and laughed: "Okay, okay, Sister Lingde is awesome! Hurry and bring the body here, and follow me to see the lord!"
There were basically only two possibilities for the sudden death of Quetou without any injuries to his body - one, someone forcibly awakened his original body; the other, his original body was killed by someone!
Xu Quan is more inclined to the second possibility!
"My lord, good news! Very good news!"
Shen Tang put away the military letter in his hand.
"What good news?"
Xu Quan said: "Lingde has accomplished something!"
Shen Tang paused, his eyes lit up: "Really?"
"It should be correct!"
Xu Quan recounted the incident.
Shen Tang pondered and said, "Although the second possibility is more likely, the first possibility cannot be ruled out. If it succeeds, Lingde will be able to return to the camp soon. Send someone to pick her up. The Shiwu side is mobilizing troops more and more frequently, so we should be more careful..."
When the news of the twelfth prince's death reaches the Shiwu royal court, it will inevitably set off a political storm, and perhaps cause the Shiwu side to temporarily give up the idea of attacking Yonggu Pass.
But her intuition told her.
Things won't end so easily.
These will cause headaches in the future.
Now
"Wait for Lingde to come back and give her a welcome dinner."
Celebrating that she can finally stand on her own.
Unlike Shen Tang's joy of "my daughter has grown up", Queen Shiwu had an extremely terrible nightmare in the second half of the night. In the dream, her beloved child was covered in blood, with a hideous scar on his neck, a hideous face, and red hair spreading.
He said nothing, and silently shed two streams of blood and tears.
The Queen tried desperately to catch up with him.
But the figure was getting farther and farther away.
Finally, she woke up with a scream.
"My son, my son—"
The maid came forward and held the lamp.
"Is this a nightmare..."
Although she said this, the strong foreboding made her unable to sleep, and she tossed and turned until dawn.