Ning Nan asked worriedly: "What are you competing in the third game?"

Qian Hui replied: "Arrow."

Ning Nanyou nodded thoughtfully: "How about Dong Daofu?"

Qian Hui blinked: "What's wrong? He lost the competition and had nothing to say. He could only let me choose the personnel. However, in order not to let him continue to take advantage of loopholes, he chose two of his people. Don't worry, lord, just these two people, our people still have a way to fool them."

Ning Nanyou said, "I'm not asking you this. I'm asking, what happened to Dong Daofu in the third round of the competition. For example, what is his face? For example, is he very reluctant to continue watching the game?"

Qian Hui was stunned at first, then exclaimed: "Master? Are you there at the scene? How did you know that Dong Daofu's attitude was not good in the third round of the competition, and he went directly to the military tent to rest and did not continue to watch the competition."

Ning Nanyou frowned, drooped his eyelids, and said with his eyes closed: "Didn't you notice that Liu Jing and his vanguard were advised by someone in the first game today?"

Qian Hui uh and asked blankly: "Are you advised?"

Ning Nanyou felt a little tired and sighed: "Qian Hui, Qian Hui, what's the point of telling me? This is your ability to observe? How can you give me peace of mind to do things in the future?"

Qian Hui looked embarrassed and said ashamed: "What the lord scolded is that his subordinates are indeed slow to observe."

Ning Nanyou shook his head helplessly, too lazy to continue to guide him to think about the tricks, so he simply explained: "In the first game, Dong Daofu agreed on a countermeasure with Liu Jing and others before the competition began, to retreat as advance and defend as attack. This helped Liu Jing and others win in the first game. Liu Jing, who had tasted the first victory under the suppression of the "Fuyi Tiger Soldier", naturally trusted Dong Daofu who guided them.

So in the second game, they still believed in Dong Daofu's strategy and assembled military supplies in a faster and simpler way. However, the simple throwing they made was not solid, and they could collapse with just a little external force. Therefore, when the time was approaching, I found the right direction and hit the weak points of these throwings with a small stone. As expected, these throwings were just paper racks and collapsed as soon as they touched them.

This simple and rapid assembly method was heard from Dong Daof. In order to match more equipment and create more throws in the specified time, they believed the words of an outsider. Once these simple throws were broken, once Liu Jing and the others lost the second game, the trust they had established between them and Dong Daof would be defeated.

Because Liu Jing is the leader of the vanguard of the Third Battalion, he has a proud spirit and is actually unwilling to obey Dong Daofu. If they made a stable throw-up according to the training method in the military camp today, they might not necessarily lose in the second game. But they had a eager heart to win. That was why Dong Daofu's suggestions were adopted.

However, it was precisely because they believed Dong Daofu that the defeat was caused. Liu Jing was definitely dissatisfied. In the third game, Dong Daofu would definitely give his own advice like the previous two games. But Liu Jing would definitely not listen. Coincidentally, both of them were very arrogant. Therefore, they would inevitably have a dispute. In this way, the morale of the vanguards would be in chaos. The next competition would naturally be defeated without any attack."

Ning Nanyou carefully explained the twists and turns.

Qian Hui showed surprise on his face and almost shouted out, but stopped in time at a critical moment and asked in a low voice: "In the second game, can we win, is it the help of the lord?"

Ning Nanyou sneered: "You are so embarrassed to mention this? If I don't take action, I'm afraid Liu Jing and the others will really win."

Qian Hui slashed his face and laughed awkwardly: "My lord is wise. It's because my subordinates are not good at it."

Ning Nanyou flew away a cold knife and asked indifferently: "Your 'Fuyi Tiger Soldier' ​​was in the hands of Lu Xun a few days ago. They were all skilled craftsmen and fierce flying generals. Why did you stay in Changming Jun for five years? Is it better than before?"

Qian Hui trembled all over and rubbed his hands hard, and said in a panic: "Lord, my subordinates swear that they never get out of training for them on weekdays. This time, they really underestimated the enemy. There will definitely be no next time in this situation?"

Ning Nanyou said, "You'd better do what you say."

Hearing his cold voice as cold as ice, Qian Hui's head shook like a rattle and said tremblingly: "I promise that I will hit them hard when I return to the camp these days."

Seeing him swearing.

Ning Nanyou was speechless for a while and was too lazy to continue talking.

The carriage became silent, and the whispers of the master and servant were gone, and the atmosphere became a little strange.

Ning Nanyou kept his face coldly. After saying something, he closed his eyes on his own.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point. This four-day small space in the corner was filled with the lonely snow and coldness that came with the body of the plain robe.

Qian Hui hid in the corner in front of the car curtain and did not dare to move.

At this time, a dark cloud came from the distant sky, and quickly swallowed the little Yuyang hanging in the horizon of the small town.

The earth sank in a darkness.

A thunder sounded from the sky, and green light shone across the lacquered ink curtain, rumbled towards the city defense.

The roaring thunder sounded outside shocked Ning Nanyou to open his eyes.

Those deep and gloomy eyes seemed to be frightened, and their pupils shrank and emitted a colder light.

He quickly lifted the curtains of the carriage and looked outside.

Thunder roared by, and then it started to rain heavily in the sky.

A dim ray of light fell from the gaps of the dark clouds, and it could only be vaguely recognized by it.

The wind blew from the north, making the willow trees creak on the roadside.

Ning Nanyou felt creepy.

The scene in front of him actually coincides with his dream just now.

The strong wind and heavy rain were like his dream, no different.

He stared at the scene and objects in the city, recalling the short dream just now, and could vaguely remember the scene beside the city. The pouring rain spilled into the ox cart with the wind. Seeing that his whole body was about to be wet, Qian Hui pulled off the curtains he lifted and stared at Ning Nanyou with confusion and said, "Lord, what's wrong with you? How did you lift the curtains like this? You're almost wet."

Ning Nanyou couldn't feel the cold rain on his body, and his face was pale like a ghost.

Qian Hui looked through the gap in his long scarf and saw that he had a tight face, as if he had seen something unclean, and his eyes were wide open.

"Lord?" Qian Hui was a little worried and continued to call him.

The simple-clothed man tightly pinched the clothes on his knees, was silent for a long time, and suddenly said, "Hurry! Qian Hui, let the coachman accelerate! I want to go back to the Protector's Mansion soon!"

Qian Hui was startled by his sudden reaction and hesitated: "Why is this? What happened?"

Ning Nanyou ignored the guards sent by Deng Qing around the ox cart, and his voice suddenly became louder: "Don't talk nonsense, please accelerate!"

The sound of rain outside the car blocked his shouting.

Fortunately, the two guards following the rear of the car did not hear his shouting.

Qian Hui was frightened by his fierce attitude, and immediately lifted the curtain of the car and shouted to the driver who was driving outside: "Mr. Outside! Driving faster!"

When the coachman heard the general inside, he naturally did not dare to delay. He immediately raised the bull whip in his hand, drove the cower under him, and accelerated his way forward.

Qian Hui only lifted the curtain for a few seconds before being wet after raining, and turned his head to look at Ning Nanyou with an distressed look.

But the man in the plain robe lifted the towel with his long hat, fucked his eyebrows tightly, gritted his teeth, pursed his lips, and his dark eyes turned in panic, as if he had thought of something that made him extremely uneasy.

Ning Nanyou didn't want to care about what Qian Hui's expression was right now.

He only had a thought in his mind and returned to the Protectorate's Mansion as soon as possible. He wanted to make sure of something.

He wanted to know whether the young man who appeared in his dream had already arrived in this small town?

He wanted to confirm whether his dreams really have the magical effect of foreseeing the future?

He was surprised, sighed, and was unbelievable. From this morning, he saw the long scarlet dress that Jiang Chengjia was wearing. Everything that happened in reality always coincided with the scene in his dream, or even replicated.

After the ox cart speeds up, it saves a lot of time.

It was already evening and it was raining heavily again, so there was no one on the street, not even a candle.

The driver who was rushing to the road could only rely on a slight light that was slightly poured down from the horizon to move forward.

After half an incense stick, everyone rushed back to the Protectorate Mansion.

Qian Hui got out of the car first, brought a rain-proof hat, took out a bamboo umbrella from the naan bag on the back of the ox cart, and handed it to Ning Nanyou.

The gentleman in plain clothes held up an umbrella and jumped out of the ox cart.

He stood in front of the mansion door to tidy up his wet clothes, regained his calmness, and changed from Ning Nanyou to Shao Qian again.

Qian Hui bowed to him under the steps and said respectfully: "It's too late today, so I won't accompany Mr. Shao to enter the Protectorate's Mansion again. Let's say goodbye first."

At this time, it rained so heavily again. Even though Qian Hui was worried about his lord's condition, he was also worried about the situation in the army. The suburbs where they were stationed were low-lying and it was easy to accumulate water. He needed to go back and deal with military affairs soon.

Shao Qian looked at the heavy rain in the city, and knew Qian Hui's eagerness in his heart, so he bowed to him and said, "I have no choice but to send Jae-seok back to the Protectorate's Mansion, thank you."

Qian Hui nodded and turned around and jumped onto the ox cart.

The group turned around and slowly left in the heavy rain.

Shao Qian watched him leave, and when the ox cart disappeared, he turned around and walked quickly towards the Protector's Mansion.

Following his two guards, they looked surprised and followed.

Shao Qian walked along the corridor of memory in his dream, trying to find some clues.
Chapter completed!