Ning Nanyou whispered: "That's because you are too worried about my safety, so you are so panicked and even willing to hand over your life. If I had told you my thoughts at that time and let you rest assured, you wouldn't be so impulsive."

He knew all her thoughts.

Jiang Chengjia felt warm and smiled softly: "Next time, I will never do it. I will believe you without reservation. I will never be impulsive anymore."

The girl hugged her wishful husband with satisfaction, and all the confusion and melancholy in her heart were wiped out.

The water pavilion courtyard of the prefect's mansion was peaceful and quiet, with no tension on the city wall and a private vigilance.

The heavy rain continued, and the drifting raindrops enveloped the entire city defense in a gloomy area. The heavy dark clouds in the sky came over like Mount Tai, making the pedestrians who were rushing on the road full of gloom and were in a state of uneasy.

Ashanda's 200,000 soldiers were densely distributed along the plain along the river. From a distance, the number was astonishing, which made the soldiers guarding the border town unable to help but feel numb.

The rain in the border town lasted for another two days and finally stopped slowly.

After the rain and clear sky, the scenery of the small town gradually regained some vitality. Although it was still shrouded in the shadow of war, it finally improved. The pedestrians passing by on the road watched the dark clouds dissipate in the sky, and finally showed a trace of sunshine, and the expression on their faces was no longer so gloomy.

The bustling street market in the past is now deserted, with only a few beggars wearing coarse cloth clothes wandering on the streets.

The former prosperous and prosperous Protectorate was now silent and lonely because Deng Qing was seriously injured. In the huge mansion, almost no one talked loudly, but occasionally a few whispers could be heard.

The servants and maids lowered their heads and walked back and forth around the mansion, doing their own duties.

The atmosphere of the entire mansion seems very depressing.

Deng Qing’s Qinglu residence had a heavy army, and no one dared to approach him easily. Only a few elders followed the servants to change their clothes and served Deng Qing.

On the sixth day of November, the weather is sunny.

In the quiet border town, every family stayed behind closed doors and was alert to everyone outside.

The Protectorate's Mansion is still a scene of strict defense and cold and quietness.

But what is different from the past is that the guards at the back door of the mansion were a little relaxed.

This is because Deng Qing, whose condition has been stable, suddenly worsened for some reason. The people coming and going from Qingluju became complicated and there was no defensive care. Bai Weimian transferred some staff from the backyard to change the posts with the soldiers in Qingluju at any time to ensure Deng Qing's personal safety.

At night, the mansion was silent. Several oil lamps were turned off in the front hall and the backyard. The servants and maids who were walking in the dark rubbed their sore shoulders and headed towards their residence.

Above the towering wall, a black shadow quietly flipped in through the side door while defending the backyard, and walked carefully towards the main courtyard step by step. He was alert to the pedestrians coming and going, seeing that there was nothing unusual, so he rushed all the way and hid in the chrysanthemum garden living in the center of the Protectorate.

In the forest garden, all kinds of blooming chrysanthemums gather together in colorful colors. The atmosphere is gentle and beautiful, as if it can accept everything in the world.

The shadows of the trees were swaying, and the cold wind blew. In the depths of the dark forest, a pungent sulfur breath came from the wind. Then a flame ignited in the chrysanthemum garden, and the fire became stronger and stronger.

The figure reflected by the fire on the ground shook lightly in the lush night, and then quickly jumped into the sea of ​​flowers and disappeared.

After this person completely left, several heads quietly appeared everywhere in the chrysanthemum garden.

After crossing the chrysanthemums blooming in the wind in the garden, they arrived in time at the deep forest where the fire was swaying, and fetched water from the large jar that had long been hidden under the flowers, extinguishing the blazing fire and preventing the flowers and plants along the way from burning.

The night walker who left the chrysanthemum garden avoided several patrol teams on the way, headed straight to Qingluju, and stopped in the corridor.

Whispers came from the courtyard.

The night walker pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

He felt that the sound was getting closer and closer to him, so he immediately climbed the lacquer pillar outside the corridor and flipped up vigorously. He hid on the hanging beam on the top of the corridor and carefully looked at the situation in the corridor.

The two of them slowly walked down the high steps.

The lampstands on the fence were lit one by one, and the originally dim corridor lit up a little in an instant.

The night walker's calm mood immediately became tense. He hid himself in the shadows reflected by the beams and pillars, fearing that the two people passing by in the corridor would find his existence.

The two sergeants who lit the candlestick stood on the right side of the corridor, lowered their voices and started to communicate with each other.

"I don't know when the Protector General will wake up..."

"Yes... the situation in the suburbs is so steep, and there are no leaders in the border town. How can we resist the invasion of the Huns?"

"The county magistrate has been living in the border town recently and has never left. It would be great if he could lead Changming's army to fight and resist foreign enemies."

"Ann Li, a literati, even if he is good at military sects, he may not be able to lead his troops to the war, right? Besides, he has always had a bad relationship with the generals of the Protectorate, and he is very disliked by Changming's army. He may have a conflict with the generals in the army."

"Then...what is the young master who pacified the king? Isn't he also in the border town? County governor An An is not good at transferring troops. Can Young Master Cao be okay?"

"What are you thinking? If Young Master Cao interferes in the long-term military affairs and is known to His Majesty, he will blame Wang Yuequan for his disrespect."

"What should I do? Is the situation in the border town really unsuccessful?"

"Shh! Speak softly. Now the people in the city are panic. If you say this, you will be heard. Aren't you afraid that General Qian will convict you of a crime of disrupting the morale of the army?!"

"I... don't mean that..."

The sergeants whispered less.

The night walker held his hands tightly against the roof of the corridor and hung the beam, not daring to slacken at all, and the general's conversation was heard all the time.

After the two soldiers turned back from the corridor and disappeared at the end of the corridor, he jumped down from the beam.

In the burning fire, his eyes moved gently with the jumping flames, and he walked slowly under the corridor.

Bent over and walked away, the night walker quickly figured out the defenses of Qingluju, and found Deng Qing's sleeping master bedroom, hid in the corner beside the wall of the house, waiting for the guards in front of the door to change their guards.

The mansion's inner lord has arranged everything for him.

When a burst of rapid footsteps came from the screen wall, the thirty soldiers guarding Deng Qing's house gathered together to connect with another team of people walking in front of the courtyard. After a brief conversation, no one noticed a black shadow flashing by the wall of the house, which flew in a flash and disappeared quickly in the shadow of the tree, without a trace.

Inside the house, the lights are brightly lit.

A young man who was seriously injured and unconscious was lying on the double-shaking wooden couch behind the screen.

He leaned his body and buried his face in the pillow, making people unable to see his true appearance.

The night walker who disappeared from the corner of the wall climbed up along the beams and eaves of the house, jumped into the house under the removed bricks.

He was as silent as autumn leaves fell, and was very agile. After standing firm in the house, he ran straight towards the wooden couch. He stretched out his arms without hesitation, trying to carry the sleeping young man on the couch to his shoulders, and escaped from the place before the guards outside the house had found his trace.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he touched the shoulder of the young man on the bed, his arm and wrist were tightly held by a slender and white hand.

It was obviously a pair of women's hands, small and delicate, but particularly powerful.

The night walker was shocked and suddenly reacted, subconsciously trying to get rid of it. The other party held it tightly, making him unable to escape.

The young man who was originally asleep quietly on the couch suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and rotated, and landed on the plain like flowing clouds and water.

The night walker looked up and saw that the bed was empty.

Only then did I realize that the sleeping young man was not Deng Qing, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

This person is beautiful and close to the demon, with a strange smile on his face, and he is looking at him coldly.

Looking at this strange face, the night walker who broke into Deng Qing's house finally realized that he was trapped!

So he immediately arched his body and swept his strong arms towards the man opposite him.

He has great martial arts skills, and the only one who can tie him in the border town is Dong Daofu, the most powerful person around Deng Qing.

Unexpectedly, the husband he is facing now looks petite and has extremely strong explosive power.

His martial arts are powerful and irresistible, like a thunderbolt hanging arrow shot out, and it is like a thunderbolt. It does not give him a chance to counterattack at all.

The people walking at night were shocked.

When did such a master come to the border town?

With such body movements and speed, I am afraid that few people in the entire Wei Dynasty and even Jiuzhou can match him, right?

The night walker retreated step by step and was forced into the corner of the house by his husband, and had nowhere to escape.

The sound of fighting in the room was heard. Qian Hui and others who had been waiting outside took the opportunity to break into the door.

The night walker was suppressed by the husband in the corner. Seeing Qian Hui leading more than a dozen men into the houses, he knew that he had no hope of running away.

Qian Hui quickly walked to the petite husband and said respectfully: "Mrs. Shao, everyone has already caught it."

Listening to his name, the masked man who was unable to move was captured by the husband. A hint of astonishment flashed across his face, and then he immediately looked at the hands that were holding his wrists, with thin white fingers and tender, and agile and refreshing breeze.

He is indeed a woman!

He turned out to be a woman!

The masked man felt unbelievable.

Just now, he was wondering why the one who grabbed him on the bed was a pair of female hands, and when he fell to the ground and looked at him, he turned into a man again?

At present, all doubts are solved.

The masked man was stunned.

I asked repeatedly in my heart: How could there be such a strong woman in this world with such a strong martial arts?

Seeing that Qian Hui pointed out her gender, the husband stopped pretending, and scattered the hair crown on his head with one hand and casually tied a simple bun.
Chapter completed!