Captain Song Zhang was thinking in his mind and quietly looked at Dugu Tianqing, with a hint of teasing and provocation in his eyes.

Dugu Tianqing felt Song Zhang's gaze and was confused.

He was still amazed in his heart, marveling at Zhao Wujiang's flawless plan.

This was the third time he saw Zhao Wujiang.

The first time I saw Zhao Wujiang's portrait was in his father's study. He looked like a handsome palace man.

The second time was in the harem of the imperial city. When I met Zhao Wujiang, I could vaguely feel that Zhao Wujiang had a very special kind of humility, stability and extraordinary conversation in the harem.

The third time was in Jubei City, a distant border of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Zhao Wujiang's dusty life and calmness made him sigh with emotion. Now this plan to uncover the spy and ease the conflict with Zhao Yansi made him seem to know Zhao Wujiang again.

When he first heard Zhao Wujiang talk about his plan, he only had a vague concept in his mind. After all, thinking is one thing and doing is another, not to mention that sometimes plans cannot keep up with changes.

But when everything in the past few days was moving in the direction planned by Zhao Wujiang without any deviation, Dugu Tianqing felt a sense of oppression.

He had only seen this kind of oppression in a few people in Kyoto, such as his father Dugu Yihe, Zhongshu Ling Liu Zhe...

This kind of people seem to have a chess game in their mind, and they are strategizing.

But whether it is his father or Zhong Shuling, they have all experienced the world and accumulated over the years, but Zhao Wujiang is several years younger than him.

Maybe this is the true meaning of talent... Dugu Tianqing sighed in his heart. Although he and Zhao Wujiang are now good friends, he still has a sense of comparison in his heart.

Compared with Zhao Wujiang, perhaps only his official position, family background and martial arts cultivation can surpass him...

The four people at the table all had similar thoughts.

Zhao Yansi, Song Zhang and Dugu Tianqing had the same thoughts, and most of them were looking at Zhao Wujiang with emotion.

Zhao Wujiang, on the other hand, was different. He drank tea lightly and reviewed his recent actions, looking for any omissions.

No one is perfect, and there are very few people who can make perfect plans like a divine fortune teller. Only by constantly reviewing the situation every time, can we find out the omissions and fill them up, so that we can become more and more perfect in the future.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes flickered, he rubbed his fingers and asked with a gentle smile:

"Brother Tianqing, do you have any records in the army about the Prairie Royal Court?"

"Relatively few, and the content is not exhaustive." Dugu Tianqing replied seriously:

"The spy brothers of Great Xia who have been hiding in the Northern Barbarians these years have returned very little information.

Well, there is nothing we can do about it...

If you want to know important secrets, you often need to be in a high position, but now none of our spy brothers can become a high-ranking official in the Northern Barbarians."

Zhao Wujiang nodded. It is extremely difficult for spies to reach high-level positions, especially between countries.

The Miao Territory in the south and the Royal Court in the grassland in the north have been able to know a lot of information about Daxia in recent years only because of the existence of Xuanyuan Yuheng.

Now that Xuanyuan Yuheng is dead, Daxia has also tightened the blockade of information. Whether it is the southern Miao border or the northern grassland royal court, it is increasingly difficult to obtain Daxia's confidential information.

"Currently, most of the records recorded in Jubei City are some basic things about the Prairie Royal Court, and there are no confidential documents..."

Zhao Yansi took over the conversation, remembered what he had discovered during this period, and said in a deep voice:

"As the war approaches, the blockade there becomes more and more strict. Our people can only focus on lurking and can't deliver any news at all, and the scouts sent out can only detect the slightest signs of trouble.

However, I recently discovered that the barbarians sent by the Prairie Royal Court to disrupt and clamor have disappeared. Maybe something happened at the Prairie Royal Court...
Chapter completed!