"Do you think Wei Zhongxian will become a new generation of Lai Junchen?" Zhu Youxiao was still thinking about this question while lying in bed. I said it was booming just now, but now I want to come and I'm upset. After all, it's a kid who has made a decision and the orders have been passed out. What are you upset about
"Well, I completely agree with you. Wei Zhongxian is the Ming Dynasty version of Lai Junchen, and Luo Sigong is the Ming Dynasty's Zhou Xing. Okay, all right, you go to bed quickly, I want to sleep." Wei Ming I can't open my eyes anymore. Generally speaking, in the age without electrical appliances, people go to bed very early. As soon as it gets dark, I get into bed and sleep. Even if you want to study at night, there is no such condition. My old lady slaps you on the head, no money for lamp oil! Therefore, the time people sleep is determined by the time when the sun sets. Originally, Wei Ming thought he was going to court at five o'clock in the morning, which was very inhumane. Can't you sleep more? It turns out that if you go to bed at seven o'clock in the morning and can fall asleep at five o'clock in the morning, that counts as your skill. Generally speaking, Wei Ming woke up at three o'clock in the morning, staring round his eyes. It's time now, what do you mean you bastard still not going to bed!
"Oh, if I say this, did I make a mistake in this order? Hey, you said, am I going to send a rush to chase the speechless back? You said...
"I said you can still sleep! If you don't sleep, just go and play!" Wei Ming finally couldn't bear it, he didn't need to bear it anymore, got up, and shook Zhu Youxiao's neck with his hands desperately. Zhu Youxiao rolled his eyes directly.
"Report!" Zhu Youxiao stopped calling, but Li Zicheng's voice came from outside. It seems that tonight is doomed to sleep.
"What's wrong again?" Wei Ming put on his clothes and opened the tent, squinting his eyes. The flames in the brazier outside were still swaying, and the night breeze came and shook. Regardless of whether it is far or near, bright or dark, looking at it, the big guy is normal, and there is nothing wrong with it.
"Master Hou, there is a visitor from the capital. Also, we found a lot of horseshoe prints around." Li Zicheng said in a low voice.
"Someone is here in Beijing? What's the matter? Let me talk about this first." Wei Ming asked strangely. Zhu Youxiao just sent Silent away. What can happen to the capital at this time
"The fire in the capital is often flat. Although rescued, the tens of thousands of shi of grain is still burned. The outside world is rumored to be dry and dry. But Wang Xin doesn't think so. He sees no one in the court that he can trust. Yes, so I sent a letter to ask you what you mean. There is a letter here." Li Zicheng respectfully took out a letter and handed it to Wei Ming.
"Where is the messenger?" Wei Ming said as he opened the letter.
"The messenger was very tired when he came, so I arranged to rest in the camp." Li Zicheng said.
"Well, I have to see it tomorrow. Also, what does a horseshoe print mean?"
"The subordinates have already checked. It is estimated that it was a scout sent by Houjin to monitor Ning Yuan's movement. The number is about 500 riders.
"Well, you go down first." Wei Ming sent Li Zicheng away and walked into the tent. At this time Zhu Youxiao had fallen asleep. No one slept with him so fast.
Wei Ming put the letter on the desk and began to sleep. I was too sleepy, and it didn't take a while. But in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt that someone was shaking himself. Wei Ming didn't even keep his eyes open. The hand sent out, said: "Let people not sleep! Get out!" But just after speaking, someone started again. Shake, Wei Ming was really angry. He sat up and was about to get angry, only to see Dongfang Xiaomo who was looking at him solemnly.
"What's wrong, something has happened?" Dongfang Xiaomo usually doesn't show up, as soon as he shows up, there must be no good things. This basically forms the law.
"It's dead." Dongfang Xiaomo's expression was a bit solemn.
"It's dead? It's normal! It's not far from the front line. It's too normal to die." Wei Ming disapproved. In fact, there is still a mess in his mind now, where is the ability to think.
"The messenger sent by the King of Letters died silently. Someone sneaked into your tent just now, as if they had taken something from the table. You'd better look for it and see what's missing." Dongfang Xiao Mo said. Wei Ming's mind also slowly turned around. Looking at the table, Zhu Youjian's letter was gone. what's going on? The messenger is dead, the letter is gone, he just arrived! How could this happen
"What's the matter?" Zhu Youxiao rubbed his eyes. It was almost four o'clock now, the outside was still dark, and inside the tent there was only one oil lamp struggling to burn, bringing such a tiny bit of light.
"Something happened, let's go and see, how did you die." Wei Ming said with a sullen face. He has to stroke, what is the situation? First of all, I was quarreled by Zhu Youxiao in the middle of the night and wanted to live. Then Li Zicheng came to report that there were Zhu Youjian's messenger, letters, and Houjin's spies. Then, go back to sleep. Just now, I was awakened by Dongfang Xiaomo, the letter was gone, and the messenger was dead. No one in the camp seemed to know what was going on. Only Dongfang Xiaomo seemed to feel something, but he didn't catch anyone. Forget it, let's take a look at how the messenger died. If it were in a previous life, seeing a dead man Wei Ming would almost be scared to death. But now that there are more dead people seen, that's the case. Compared with the living, the dead are much cuter.
When the messenger's tent was reached, the contents in it were basically unchanged, and the quilt was not unfolded. Only the messenger fell on the table. A small bottle fell under the table.
"What is that?" Wei Ming said. Dongfang Xiaomo took it, sniffed it, took out his silver needle and tried it, and said, "It should be a red crane top."
"Suicide by poison or murder?" Wei Ming asked.
"It looks like suicide. But if you are a powerful person, it is easy to pretend to be suicide. If you let me do it, maybe it would be better than this." Dongfang Xiaomo Said with his hands around his chest. After checking the messenger, he added: "It is indeed a poisoned death. There are no traces of fighting here, and there are no other wounds on the body."
"Said it means not saying it." Zhu Youxiao said, rolling his eyes. Although he is still young, he has been accustomed to seeing death since he was a child, and he has no fear of dead people. There will always be some eunuchs and maids in the palace, and there is really nothing to make a fuss about.
"Humph." Dongfang Xiaomo was too lazy to talk to Zhu Youxiao, snorted and stopped answering. There is really nothing to say about creatures like the emperor.
"Look at what else is on his body." Wei Ming ordered, and someone immediately came over to get started. There was nothing else on the messenger except ten silver coins and a bag of tobacco. There are only some change of clothes in the baggage.
"Tobacco?" Wei Ming took the tobacco from the messenger and sniffed it carefully. It was indeed the best tobacco. This kind of thing is not allowed to be sold in Daming. The order is still given by Wei Ming. How can he have this kind of thing on him? He is from Zhu Youjian, and Zhu Youjian is in charge of tobacco. It is possible for him to use power for personal gain to obtain a little. But what is his purpose for bringing tobacco here? Is it here to sell it? impossible. First, the amount is too small and worthless. Second, he has a heavy responsibility, running back and forth between the two places. Wei Ming ordered him to run back to the capital immediately. Where can he have the time to sell such things? If you smoke it yourself, there is nothing on your body! At least you have to have something like a pipe pot! Wei Ming stepped forward, opened the messenger's mouth, and smelled it. It was not long before he died. In addition, the temperature was not high, and there was no corpse odor, but there was a strong smell of smoke. This shows that this product has definitely been smoked not long ago. Wei Ming asked him to turn the tent upside down, but he didn't find anything like a pipe or pot. That can only show that he was given his hand. Li Zicheng said that when the messenger arrived, he was already exhausted. And the first thing he did when he returned to the tent was not to sleep, but to smoke, which was very abnormal. Even if you have a strong addiction to cigarettes, you will not sit here and smoke so formally, you have to take out a small bottle. Well, there is only one explanation.
"Which of you has a deep understanding of Wangyoucao?" Wei Ming said.
"Don't find anyone, I still know the thing quite well. After you said so, the little bottle really seems to contain Forget about melancholia." Dongfang Xiaomo picked up the little bottle and studied it again. Then he nodded earnestly and said, "It's true."
"That's right. It's really witty. I have to say that our opponents this time are not simple. However, what I want to know is what is written in Xinwang's letter that made them so exhausted. To do something like this. Wouldn't it be more enjoyable to kill the messenger with a single knife?" Wei Ming got up and wiped his hands, then dropped the handkerchief, just covering the messenger's drunken eyes. Forget about worry, it is really about about forget about worry, it can make people die in happiness. Who is it, who is it