Chapter 194: Flying pigeon, wine jug, optimal solution.

Ying Lou chose a profession that is very beneficial to himself and others, Xiaochi Chi even if he drills his tent and carriage every day, will be considered diligent and hardworking by the soldiers underneath, day and night.

At the moment, two people are eating strawberries in a traveling wagon.

The strawberries are redeemed from the warehouse with Ziling Chu's goodwill value. As long as you don't take them out, they stay fresh for an unlimited period of time, are large and sweet, and don't require much effort to clean.

Ying Lou was cold, so she ate two of them and tasted them, and took off the strawberry stems, which were beautifully arranged on a plate, and while reading, she raised her hand every now and then and fed Xiaochi Chi one by one.

Xiaochi Chi was busy playing "Call of the Demon" which he hadn't played for a few days, and couldn't spare his hands.

Seven full days have passed since that day.

Xiaochi Chi woke up and didn't mention what happened before the card knocked him out yesterday, as if he had forgotten all about it, making Ying Lou wonder if he had used his memory loss card as well.

Until Ying Lou inadvertently glanced at the direction of the display, found that his ID in the "Call of the Demon God" secretly changed.

It is no longer "the reflection of a building into a pond", but Xiaochi Chi.

...... rules and decency that Ying Lou wants to knock him on the head.

But until the end he still did not give up, so I had to stuff a large strawberry into his mouth to vent his anger.

Shortly after, there was a soft knocking sound outside the carriage window.

Xiaochi Chi took the strawberries back to the warehouse and reached out to lift the curtain of the car.

Ziling Chu rode his horse, parallel to the carriage, and bent down and said, "My lord, the general has sent a messenger back to Wang City again. After we met on the official road, he said that the general had a letter for you."

"Where is the messenger?"

"He has rushed back to Wang City." Ziling Chu paused. Ziling Chu paused, "Look at the look on the messenger's face, it must be a happy event."

Tingyun Shi was delighted and took the letter, winking at him playfully, "Thank you."

Ziling Chu glance, only to see that the male division sitting in the shadows, with the back of the hand to block the light coming from outside the curtain, you can see his brow slightly frowned, not very happy look.

Ziling Chu heart can not help but jump, take the local show a trifle of fear: "Gongzi division, I immediately leave."

After years of being shaded by Tingyun Shi, Ziling Chu has never knelt for more than three hours.

That day, the rain fell all night, the skin on the knee absorbed the water, was soaked white, the ground is unusually coarse stones, grinding his knee pain. To this day, the injury on his knee has not yet healed.

The injury was minor, but most importantly, he had never been subjected to such a blunt insult.

Ziling Chu could not be insulted for nothing.

Since Fengmian Yu was intentionally targeting him, he showed complete fear and avoidance of Fengmian Yu, which not only satisfied him, but also prevented him from finding any other reason to do something more out of the ordinary to himself.

And if he is hard up for a fight, so much the better.

He Ziling Chu in the army is not a nobody, and came from a civilian, and many soldiers are talkable, while the surname Yu topped a false title of Prince Division, but to be frank, but was sent to the sinner, not half an inch of military service, for nothing to get glory, and because of weakness, can only ride in a carriage forward, the army has been hidden voice of dissatisfaction.

As long as he shows more weakness, no need to say anything more, someone will be unjust for him.

If this voice reaches the ears of the Duke, either the Duke back to protect, causing the discontent of the soldiers underneath, mustard, or the day is long, the Duke to Fengmian Yu dissatisfaction.

No matter which consequence is brewed, it has nothing to do with him.

He does not chew behind his back, two do not show dissatisfaction, everywhere thoughtful, no one can pick the wrong.

However, Fengmian Yu just reached out to block the light, ignoring him, and just leaned on the soft pillow to read a book, as if Ziling Chu was not worth his glance.

Tingyun Shi lowered the curtain of the car.

Ziling Chu's heart was beating wildly when she returned to her senses:

This is his chance now!

From Zhennanguan to Wang City, they had to march slowly with provisions, at least twenty-five days. A good pigeon bred by the general's house could arrive in two days for the fast ones or two and a half days for the slow ones.

Now, it is the best time for him to do it!

When he arrives at the border city, it will be difficult for him to find an opportunity to poison Jinghong Shi.

Jinghong Shi is Nan Southern's biggest problem and must be killed, and only with his death will Tingyun Shi have a chance to rise to power.

Tingyun Shi's opportunity is his own opportunity.

The straight-backed thirteenth prince was looking down, riding his horse while holding a book on warfare in one hand, looking at the cover of the volume that was picked up by the breeze.

Ziling Chu had to admit that this person, like Fengmian Yu, was a variable that was not part of his plan.

But he still smiled brightly.

Variables, when used well, are pawns.

Even if there is an additional thirteenth prince, so what?

A nothing prestige, two no military power of the teenager, even if the martial arts superb, if you try to venture, is a death.

After all, the battlefield, the bow does not grow eyes, will not recognize him as a relative of the royal family, or common people.

While he was conceiving, the curtain of the car was lifted again.

Behind the curtain was Tingyun Shi's happy face: " Ling A, fetch the paper and pencil."

Ziling Chu was wise enough not to ask in front of Gongzi Shi what joy he had: "Yes."

It's nothing more than a border victory or something like that.

He didn't care how many people died in Nan Southern or how many casualties there were in the Beifu Army, he just hoped that the situation in Nan Southern wouldn't be too bad when his plan advanced to the most critical step.

He took paper and pencil and a small table and brought them into the carriage, and took a small wooden cylinder and waited outside.

Tingyun Shi has always been quick to answer letters, but a little more than half an hour, the sound of the pen on the inside.

"Letterbox."

Ziling Chu presented it as instructed.

Tingyun Shi waited for the ink to dry a little, rolled the paper finely, stuffed it into a small letter box, and closed the twisted lid again: "Seal."

At this point, Tingyun Shi raised his eyes and noticed the thin layer of sweat on Ziling Chu's forehead: "Forget it, you are tired of running all the way.

Ziling Chu's heart pounded with joy and his heart thumped.

Did it go so well?

He had planned to knock on the fire lacquer seal, in the - poisonous clay and then roll a circle, even if the mark is blurred, it does not matter, anyway, the pigeons sometimes rest on the road to drink, or catch the rainy day, it is inevitable that the fire lacquer will get some flowers.

I never thought Tingyun Shi would give him the job of stamping ......

Before he could finish his thought, a cold voice suddenly rang out from the corner of the carriage: " Yun Ting ."

Ziling Chu heart a chill.

Fengmian Yu ......

Fengmian Yu said, "Don't be overjoyed, but be calm, so that you can set a good example for the soldiers. Come, tell me what this chapter says and what you think about it."

After that, he gave Ziling Chu's face a quick glance:

Still not on the job?

Ziling Chu received the order and drove his horse away.

To get out of a distance, he realized that his hands are sweaty, will put the wooden tube are wet.

He wiped the surface of the small wooden cylinder with his sleeve a few times, and for the first time failed to hide his joy, the smile at the corners of his mouth grew bigger and bigger.

However, even so, Ziling Chu still maintains a great deal of care.

He did not unwrap the small wooden cylinder to see what was written inside.

He remembered clearly that the letter box inside the general's house was specially made, and there was a small built-in organ on the lid of the tube, which would automatically open when it was completely covered, generating a small piece of pointed wood inside.

From the outside, there is nothing to see. However, if it is closed and then opened, a small scuff mark will be left on the body of the tube where it is joined to the lid and cannot be erased.

Jinghong Shi is careful, if he opens the barrel behind the body, found another trace, will certainly be suspicious.

Ziling Chu does not want to let a thousand miles of dike collapse in a small anthill.

He was acquainted with the soldier who kept the seal, so he simply said that he was under his son's order, and as he had done countless times before, he easily asked for the round seal for Tingyun Shi.

Ziling Chu did not use the side of the fire paint block that the gongzi had used, but one unlocked the auspicious cloud clasp on another small box and took out a brand new side of fire paint.

The same general's special fire paint, the color, light and shape of this one piece is no worse than the other.

Ziling Chu lights the torch.

The flames jumped in his eyes a few times and the front section of the fire paint began to melt.

Under his somewhat frenzied gaze, a drop of poisonous-juice, full of hemlock, rolled down on the seal of the small wooden cylinder.

Snap.

The bright red seal fell, and a poisonous inscription branded with the words "Tingyun Shi" radiated a somewhat harsh light under the sun.

The seal was executed with someone at his side, and the pro-trooper kept watch, without the slightest hint of a breach.

Ziling Chu raised his hand, intending to hand the curved round badge back to his own soldiers, "With pleasure."

When the two of them crossed paths, Ziling Chu looked down to collect the fire-painted blocks, and when he mistook his eyes, he lost his hand and the medallion rolled to the ground and got some yellow mud.

Ziling Chu was startled and apologized, "Sorry, I'll go clean it for you."

Not far away is the Qingxi, he naturally held the chapter, little by little to wash away the hemlock poison on the seal.

He had a smile on the corner of his mouth, as usual.

In the evening, the team was stationed.

When he smelled the aroma of rice, Ziling Chu, who was hiding in the tent and quietly writing to the Nan Southern civil official, was startled.

It was as if he could smell the aroma of lamb.

...... It seems that Zhennanguan is really a great victory over there.

As expected, that night, Tingyun Shi bought sheep from his own pocket in the next village and roasted twenty lambs and fifty adult sheep and distributed them to all the soldiers.

The meat was not much for each man to share, but it was all Tingyun Shi could find in a short time, and the soldiers did not care about it, and they were all cheerful.

The great victory of Dingyuan.

The Nan Southerners who came to attack the city were killed and wounded, and none of the 5,000 soldiers returned.

"Thanks to the advice of Gongzi Shi!" Tingyun Shi stood on a high platform and pointed to Fengmian Yu, who was wearing a power fence on the side of the platform, with great joy. Mr. Fengmian Yu suggested a plan to observe the direction of the enemy and dug a small hole under the city wall, quietly injected oil into the river in the night, and took advantage of the wind to start a fire, burning the incoming enemy!

Ziling Chu imagined that image and his smile froze slightly on his face.

This Fengmian Yu face does not show, but is the full heart of the black hand poison.

The Duke's great celebration has also inadvertently built up Fengmian Yu's prestige in the army.

Some of the soldiers had never been to battle, and when they heard the good news, they shouted the word "yes" to deafening effect.

My country's land will not allow a single cent!

Xiaochi Chi, standing on the stage, quieted down amidst the excitement of the crowd, jumped on the edge of the high platform and watched the group of young people, just 17 or 18 years old, laughing loudly around the fire, dancing and paddling.

The light of the fire in the hall lit up their young faces.

They may be turned into amorphous bones on the scorched earth of war at some point in the future.

Xiaochi Chi I hope that at the moment of their death, they are still dreaming of a thousand years of family and country.

He unscrewed the wine jug at his waist and took a sip, his eyes turned slightly and saw Yuanheng Yan, the thirteenth prince, in a continuous patch of firelight.

Yuanheng Yan looked at him like he was in a daze for a long time before he turned his face away slightly unnaturally and stepped away.

A flippant whistle came from behind them.

Yuanheng Yan thought that Tingyun Shi was calling her, so she turned her body slightly and quietly looked sideways, but found that this was not the case.

Tingyun Shi had already looked in the other direction and threw the jug to a young soldier near him who had an empty jug, and then jumped off the high platform and ran towards Fengmian Yu.

...... actually did not even look at him more than once.

Yuanheng Yan's heart was hot and sore, and I don't know where the thought came from that drove him to step forward quickly and stand in front of the youth who had taken Tingyun Shi's wine jug, pointing to the black and gold wine jug: "Can I have a sip of your wine?"

The soldier opened his mouth to drink, and when he saw the thirteenth prince asking him for wine, he almost poured it on his face.

He was so flattered that he jumped up and offered his hands, stammering and asking him to use them.

Yuanheng Yan, clutching a jug of wine, sat down among the soldiers and broke into a lot of questions.

After all, they are the same age, the soldiers see this thirteenth prince does not have any stink shelf, although the speech is crepey, but not hang book bag, can understand, they also gradually warm up with him, but also tore the leg of lamb to him.

Yuanheng Yan pinched the mouth of the wine jug and held it in his arms without drinking a sip, and no longer mentioned the matter of returning it to the soldiers.

That night.

Ziling Chu wrote "Beware of Fengmian Yu" at the end of his letter and made sure that he had made it clear that he had poisoned Jinghong Shi, then he took out the small wooden tube he had hidden beforehand, put in the letter paper, fastened the lid and stamped a forged circular seal on the surface, and went to the pigeon coop. He then went to the pigeon's cage.

The night patrol in the military tent continued as usual, unaffected by the revelry.

Ziling Chu walked around avoiding people and came to the pigeon's cage, took out the pigeon with the white mark on its forehead and tied a small wooden tube on its foot.

Footsteps came from behind, "Who's there?"

Ziling Chu turned back, "Me. Ziling Chu ."

"It's the young general's close servant." The captain of the night patrol didn't know Ziling Chu very well, he had only heard his name and dropped his heart at the sound of his voice, "You're out so late, what's the matter?"

Ziling Chu did not change his face: "Working for the young general."

The night patrol leader sighed "young general hard work", and led the team away without further suspicion.

Ziling Chu turned his back on several people, coldly picked a corner of his mouth and released the pigeon in his hand.

The pigeons fluttered their wings and went away.

In a large military camp, the sound of releasing pigeons is not very loud, at least not enough to reach the main tent.

He stroked the jade pendant on his waist that meant so much to him until the dove disappeared from his sight, and then raised his steps in the direction of the main tent.

...... is just a small win.

Zhennanguan's real battle began with him, Ziling Chu.

However, what he could not imagine was that the two men in the main tent were still not asleep.

Xiaochi Chi asked Ying Lou, "Did he let go?"

Ying Lou flicked a single finger against the Solar Plexus and focused on another matter, only to curtly respond, "Hmm."

Xiaochi Chi then left him alone.

Until Ying Lou's body went limp and her hands dropped, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Xiaochi Chi wiped his sweat: "Is it done?"

Ying Lou closed his eyes and gasped slightly, "Don't worry. That's the optimal solution for the geomagnetic positioning algorithm."

Pigeons know their way around differently than people, relying on subtle magnetic forces to discern direction.

Ying Lou was able to guarantee that both pigeons released by Ziling Chu would go where they needed to go, given his interference with the magnetic field.

With the job done, Xiaochi Chi also relaxed a lot and patted him on the shoulder, "I'll go get you something to eat."

Sending the first pigeon away had taken so much energy out of Ying Lou that he didn't even have an appetite for dinner.

Before he went to bed, he specifically told Ah Shu to make a little soup and prepare a few small dishes to keep on hand, it must be lighter.

One hand gently grabbed his sleeve, "No. I don't really want to eat."

Xiaochi Chi was busy putting on her shoes: "Not without food. I'll go get it for you. What do you want to order? I asked Shu to make a few things ......"

He just got up, but his waist was circled by an arm from behind, and he failed to keep his balance and fell on the bed.

Ying Lou's voice was in my ear.

Even though the sound was not substantial, Xiaochi Chi had the feeling of being touched by the sound and caressed by the ear.

"Now?" Ying Lou contained a smile and rested her head against his back, "...... I just want my optimal solution."