In the Hou Mansion, after seeing the Duke of Dongchuan, Ma Chao bowed and reported:

"Marquis, the group of red-clothed messengers have left Qingtangwei. We also followed them for a while to make sure they didn't intend to turn around, and have been on their way to the capital, and then we retreated."

Marquis Dongchuan held a military intelligence document in his hand. As he reviewed it, he asked, "Didn't the red-clothed messenger find you?"

Ma Chao hurriedly said, "No, Ye Buhou I brought to the surveillance mission is an old man in the army, and it is impossible for them to find out."

The Marquis of Dongchuan nodded slightly and asked again, "Did the red-clothed messenger do anything suspicious on his way?"

Ma Chao replied: "They are very honest along the way. I have used the listening horn many times to judge their situation, and there is no problem."

The Marquis of Dongchuan did not believe the judgment given by Ma Chao, and said without raising his head: "Tell me about their performance along the way in detail."

"Yes."

Ma Chao did not dare to have the slightest dissatisfaction, and honestly told everything he had seen and heard about the secretly monitoring the red-clothed messenger in the past two days.

He has followed Dongchuanhou for many years and knew that Dongchuanhou would do this, so he recorded everything he saw every day, even if it was very ordinary and worthless.

Marquis Dongchuan listened very seriously, and after Ma Chao finished speaking, he didn't make any urgent comments, but after analyzing it in his heart, he sneered: "It seems that these red-clothed messengers really left, and they didn't play anything. Trick. Hmph, they are smart. Otherwise, I would not be stingy, help them to say a few words of praise on the merit paper, and share some of the credit for them, so that they can be buried by the court. "

Neither Ma Chao nor the Marquis of Dongchuan suspected that there was a problem with the red-clothed messengers they sent away.

On the one hand, Qin Shaoyou and Cui Youkui's paper figures and illusions are too realistic.

On the other hand, Dongchuan Hou and Ma Chao did not expect that the listening horn was actually transferred, and they still believed in the ability of the false listening horn.

Dongchuanhou put down the military intelligence document in his hand, raised his eyes to look at Ma Chao, and first praised: "You have done a very good job of monitoring along the way." Then he said: "It is said that you have worked hard all the way, so you should leave it for two days. Leave, let you relax. But there is still a task, and I can only give you a vacation reward after this task is completed. "

Ma Chao's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Is the Marquis planning to use troops against Qingtang?"

Marquis Dongchuan didn't say anything, just said: "Do your own thing well, don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Ma Chao was startled, hurriedly lowered his head, and replied "yes".

The Marquis of Dongchuan stood up, walked to the Qingtang battle map hanging in the house, and pointed out a few places on it.

"Immediately take Yebuhou under your hands and go to the northwest of Qingtang for investigation, especially in the area of ​​Tazishan and Laoxionggou. I also sent Yebuhou in other places. If there is an accident, you can contact me with They get in touch..."

After listening to Dongchuan Marquis' assignment, Ma Chao understood very well that although Dongchuan Marquis didn't say it clearly, this assignment had already given an answer.

Almost at the same time, in the courtyard where the red-clothed messenger was hiding, a large moth flew into the courtyard, found Qin Qiaoer accurately, landed in her hand, and spat out a small wax pellet from her stomach. .

Qin Qiaoer picked it up and squeezed it lightly, the wax pellet shattered immediately, and a small note written in secret language fell out from it. Qin Qiaoer unfolded it, read the secret language, translated it, and said happily: "It's a secret letter from my master, he has already arrived in Yizhou with the elite of the red-clothed messengers, and is on his way to Qingtangwei. Come, you will arrive in a few days."

"It's finally here."

Qin Shaoyou was also very happy to hear the news.

The faster Qi Long flew, the sooner he would be able to arrest the members of the Dongchuan Hou family, to avoid some unexpected changes.

Cui Youkui was also in the house at the moment, and when he heard the news that Qi Longfei was about to arrive at Qingtangwei, he said, "I hope your master can arrive earlier. I always feel that something will happen to this place in the next few days..."

"Don't talk if you don't know what to say, what a crow's mouth." Qin Shaoyou glared at Cui Youkui and said angrily.

Cui Yougui said: "I'm not a crow's mouth. I've been divination in the past two days and found that the situation in Qingtang Weicheng will have a big change, and there will be a big **** disaster! If it was envisioned in our direction, it was successfully hunted and killed. The development of the troops of the Dongchuan Hou family is naturally the best. I am afraid that this big change and a **** disaster will not be as we hoped."

"Is there such a thing?" Qin Shaoyou still believed in Senior Brother Cui's divination skills, and couldn't help frowning: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Senior Brother Cui explained, "I'm afraid that the divination will go wrong. I'm thinking of doing the divination again tonight to see what the new results are, and then I'll let you know."

Qin Shaoyou and Qin Qiaoer looked at each other.

Qin Qiao'er said solemnly: "We have made all the preparations and arrangements that we can do. If something happens, no matter whether it is expected or unexpected, it will be nothing more than soldiers coming to block the water and cover it up!"

Qin Shaoyou nodded and said: "Fortunately, our strength is not bad. Apart from Lao Cai and the ghosts and ghosts under his command, besides my brother's army dispatched from the Shuifu, there are also Master's disciples in the city. If something goes wrong, It should be able to handle the past..."

Qin Qiao'er nodded and said with a serious look, "I'll go to the letter now, and tell Master Cui Daochang's divination situation, and urge him to bring someone to hurry up."

"Okay." Qin Shaoyou replied.

In the blink of an eye, another day has passed~lightnovelpub.net~ On this day, Qingtang Acropolis, which had been silent for many days, suddenly became lively.

The Marquis of Dongchuan, with Qingtang Guard's troops and horses, wanted to take the initiative to attack Qingtang.

Before leaving the city, the Marquis of Dongchuan also mobilized and counted all kinds of criminal evidence in Qingtang in public, and said that this attack was not only to avenge his dead son, but also to defend Qingtang here, because Qingtang was a barbarian. Soldiers invaded and burned the dead people to avenge! Hate the soldiers who sacrificed their lives in the battle against the Qingtang barbarians!

At the same time, he couldn't help the people in the city onlookers, very high-profile, earning enough attention.

However, when Dongchuan Hou's mobilization was over and he actually took his troops out for expedition, Qin Shaoyou, who had changed his appearance and was seen off among the roadside crowd, frowned and his expression changed slightly.

It turned out that Qin Shaoyou, through his eyesight, saw the Marquis of Dongchuan riding a tall horse and wearing full armor, something was not right.

This is wrong, not because of his appearance, but because of the breath on his body.

Although the breath of this Dongchuanhou seems to be no different from before, but as a person who has had intimate contact with him to tear off and eat his tiger qi, Qin Shaoyou is very sensitive to the breath of Dongchuanhou.

At this moment, Qin Shaoyou discovered that this Marquis of Dongchuan, who led his troops on an expedition, seemed to have the same aura as before, but in fact, he had a false sense of fox and tiger power.

This person is not Dongchuanhou, is he fake?

With such doubts, Qin Shaoyou put his hand into his pocket and held the listening horn.

He adjusted the orientation of the listening horn, pointed the tip of the horn at the Marquis of Dongchuan, pierced his fingertips with blood, dripped a drop of blood on the listening horn, and asked in a very subtle voice, "Is this the Marquis of Dongchuan?"

At the same time, Qin Shaoyou lowered his head.

I saw a faint green light blooming in the trouser pocket.