"This guy actually has a wife!"

"He is a prince after all. Isn't it natural to have a daughter-in-law? What's more, there is more than one!"

Zhao Rang said unconvinced:

"You got the map of his house because you wanted to capture the thief first and capture the king first?"

Yuan Mingkong didn't answer, and moved his fingertips a few inches further to the north.

One inch on the map is thirty miles on flat ground.

Thirty miles north of the Gongchen tribe's tent, there were ripples on the map.

"What a guy! There is a lake in the Gobi Desert!"

Zhao Rang understood the mark and said in surprise.

The nomadic tribes in the Western Regions relied on farming differently from Dawei.

Nomads must rely on the weather and choose a suitable place to live according to different climates throughout the year.

From this aspect, the Westerners living on this land are also admirable!

For thousands of years, they still adhere to the way of life they have followed since their ancestors, working with herds of cattle, sheep and horses, migrating back and forth day after day, year after year, according to the growth cycle of pasture.

In the eyes of Dawei people, such an approach means that they have no fixed place to live, but they don't think so.

"Is this the summer pasture of the Gongchen tribe? Every time spring comes, the tribe will move here."

"Because of this lake?"

Zhao Rang asked.

Yuan Mingkong nodded.

On the Gobi Desert, as long as there is water, there will be grass.

There are only two ways to get water, rain and melting snow.

The hot summer melts the ice and snow, flowing down from the mountains and gathering here to form a body of water. This is the most beautiful place in the Gobi Desert, and people in the Western Regions call it an "oasis."

The oasis is rich in water and grass, enough for the entire tribe to spend the summer here safely.

The larger the oasis, the more cattle, sheep and horses it can breed, and it can also make the tribe's population prosperous.

The reason why the Gongchen tribe where the fourth prince Anzuo belongs has become the second largest tribe in Lanmo is because of these large and small oases in the tribe's territory.

"There is news from the shadow guards in the royal city that the fourth prince Anzuo has not been seen in the city for a long time, and it should be time to return to the tribe to arrange a summer transition."

"In addition to his bodyguards, there are also a few people dressed in weird costumes that Shadow Guard has never seen before."

"In order to avoid alerting the enemy, they did not follow too closely."

After hearing this, Zhao Rang said:

"Do you suspect that these people are from Yanyu Pavilion? Are they colluding with the fourth prince Anzuo?"

Yuan Mingkong nodded.

Zhao Rang raised his own questions:

"But it's not right!"

"What's wrong?"

"Wrong time!"

Mr. Wang San was poisoned this afternoon.

The news from the shadow guard said that the fourth prince Anzuo had left the royal city a few days ago.

If those people who left with him in weird costumes were people from Yanyu Pavilion, how did they come to poison him? Could it be that they left and came back again?

"You're thinking the same thing I'm thinking!"

Yuan Mingkong lightly clasped his knuckles on the tabletop, tapping rhythmically.

He would do this when he was thinking hard.

What Zhao Rang thought was actually very simple.

Either the information from the Shadow Guard was wrong, or someone else poisoned him.

This person must be very familiar with Mr. Wang San, and maybe he has deep trust and can often approach him without being suspected.

That is to say...
Chapter completed!