Chapter 1845 (1/2)

Mo Shanghua originally thought that Han Xianqu was just the result of Yan Moli's reputation of treating his younger brother harshly in order to avoid being talked about. He should not have been given any special task. Now, it's clear in his heart to hear him say so.

Yan Moli is really cautious. It's not enough to have those two pioneers. There is a pioneer here.

Just thinking about it, he saw that Han Xianqu's eyes swept towards her quietly. The implication is self-evident.

The flower eye color on the Mo Dun time a Lian, turn the eye to see to Yan Beicheng, ”don't enter the tiger's den to get the tiger's son, Lord, I and Han Xianqu's idea coincide.”

Yan Beicheng opened the water bag, poured a drink, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth as if he were very cautious: ”since you two think so, there must be your reason. Just listen to you.”

”In this case, Han Xianqu, I'd like to ask you to pass on the order. When we have a cup of tea to rest, we'll hurry.” Mo Shanghua gives the torch back to Qin Lin and orders him to go on.

Yan Beicheng agreed that Han Xianfeng had no reason to disobey his orders. He immediately got up and said, ”the end general will obey his orders. By the way, the end general will find two people who are similar to the shape of the prince and the princess, and ask the prince and the princess to cooperate and exchange clothes with them.”

”I know. Han Xianfeng, go and be busy.” Yan Beicheng waved his hand and put the last mouthful of cake into his mouth.

As for the next, Mo Shanghua and Yan Beicheng deliberately did not have too much intersection, so as to avoid the doubt of Han Xianfeng.

Then, it was very smooth to find two people who were similar to them, exchanged clothes with them, and the marching order, let the two fake people walk at the top, while Yan Beicheng and moshanghua were dressed in ordinary soldiers' clothes, followed them, and when they got to the fork in the road marked on the map, they directly divided the remaining people into two, respectively From east to west, two different places go their separate ways.

When it was still more than half of the way to Donglin, the team that had gone quickly slowed down under the instruction of Yan Beicheng. He grabbed the reins of the horses under him, and his tone was rather casual. ”It's too dark here, and you can't see anything clearly. You'd better slow down, otherwise, how can you fall into the pit?”

At present, in addition to Mo Shanghua of Yan Beicheng, there are no other vanguard Deputy generals in the team. They are all big headed soldiers. With Yan Beicheng's words, they dare not say anything. They are busy and obedient and slow down.

Mo Shanghua looks sideways at Yan Beicheng, who looks like a dandy Yuwang in front of Chang RI people. Her eyebrows don't change at all. She just turns her head and looks ahead as if she doesn't see anything.

At that time, it was late at night, and there was silence everywhere. Except for the disorderly step of soldiers and horses on the ground, and the panting of soldiers and soldiers, there was terrible silence everywhere, even the sound of cicadas and frogs.

Originally, he was riding at the front of the team. Yan Beicheng suddenly tightened the reins, and the horse stopped and stopped.

When some soldiers were still in doubt, they saw that the people around them all stopped their horses one after another, and stopped in line with Yanbei city.

Yan Beicheng was riding on a high horse. Most of his face was in the dark. Only half of his face was reflected by the moonlight. However, the scarlet birthmark on his cheek became more and more demonic and terrifying at this time. It was so vivid that it seemed to be stained by real blood. A layer of treacherous atmosphere gradually appeared in the air.

”Kill.”

For a long time, Yan Beicheng cage in the dark that bipolar bright deep eyes just flash a faint light, thin lips lightly spit out a word, but let a person can't ignore, only feel cold hair all over the body seems to stand up with this sentence.