Just like last time, behind Chu Qing were still the scouts carrying long bows, and Jiang Yuesheng was holding a long sword in his hand.
Tan Ma, there are more people than last time, fifty people, have climbed up the wall.
Xiao Yi didn't want to believe that all of this had something to do with Feng Luo, and so was Jiang Yuesheng, who also served in the border army.
Even Fu San knows Feng Luo's name.
Fu San, Jiang Yuesheng, Tan Ma, there is no one who does not respect Feng Luo from the bottom of his heart.
But they know that Chu Qing and Tao Ruolin's judgment has never been wrong.
But what they didn't know was that Chu Qing also hoped that he was wrong.
But everything that happened, even if there was no evidence pointing to Feng Luo, he still had a hunch that it was all related to Feng Luo.
The source of the premonition came from the last time we met.
Feng Luo didn't say anything, but Chu Qing knew that everything was related to this old handsome man.
Jiang Yuesheng walked up and was about to knock on the door respectfully, but the main door was slowly pushed open.
It is pushed open, not opened inward, just like when the border gate is beaten with drums and the cavalry rushes to attack, the gate falls down and the inner gate opens outward.
Feng Luo, who was thin and skinny, opened it himself.
Jiang Yuesheng bent down to salute, and so did Chu Qing and others, all of them were respectful.
Even if Feng Luo really wants to rebel, everyone will still respect this old commander who has dedicated his whole life to the border army.
The detective horses on the wall put down their long bows and performed a military salute. Then they picked up their long bows, drew out their arrows, and pointed them at Feng Luo.
This is the Frontier Army, the former Frontier Army.
They respect their generals, respect their commanders, and serve their own country. This is the frontier army!
Feng Luo, as if he didn't see the scouts who were ready to pierce his heart with thousands of arrows at any time, smiled slightly and waved to Chu Qing.
"The eight-treasure duck last time tasted so good. In my dream, I thought that I had never eaten such delicious food in my life."
Chu Qing looked at Tan Ma beside him: "Go, Wenqulou, Babaoya."
Chu Qing knew that this was what Feng Luo was thinking.
The scouts mounted their fast horses and disappeared into the moonlight.
The Feng family is a wealthy family in the three border areas, but they are not extravagant. The men of the Feng family have to join the army, and they eat whatever the army eats.
After becoming the Duke of the country, Feng Luo never bought tea in Beijing. He would only buy some meat during the New Year and festivals, which was very rare.
Two old servants came out with expressionless faces. One was missing an arm, and the other had a face full of hideous scars. The two were carrying a dark red blanket.
Chu Qing was flattered: "I can't bear such a big gift."
"You can afford it." Feng Luo stroked his beard and said with a smile, "You can afford it if you let the men from the Qianqi Battalion point their bows and arrows at me. If you can't handle these good men of the border army, you can afford it."
I don't even want to see you, old man."
It seemed like an irony, but Feng Luo was extremely sincere, with a smile that was filled with relief and something inexplicable.
The main entrance is wide open on all sides, and old blankets are also spread on the floor.
Chu Qing gritted his teeth, and his muddy boots left footprints one after another on the blanket.
Feng Luo just smiled and stood aside. When he saw Tao Ruolin, Tao Ruolin quickly saluted.
Unexpectedly, before Tao Ruolin could speak, Feng Luo nodded and said, "Tao Yi, Tao's eldest daughter is a good, good baby. She is a perfect match for Chu Qing."
Chu Qing suddenly turned his head: "Do you know who she is?"
"The Nine Dragons capture the legitimate son, and the emperor gains a counselor, who is as powerful as a tiger and can aspire for great treasures. How can an old man not know this?"
Chu Qing's pupils shrank like needlepoints.
The other party was talking about Kowloon...not the Eight Dragons.
This means that the other party knows the existence of Chen Yan and Chen Laojiu!
In addition, the other party actually knew Tao Ruolin's identity and knew that it was Tao Ruolin who assisted the emperor in ascending to the throne!
The expressions of Chu Qing and Jiang Yuesheng changed, but Tao Ruolin walked up quickly with a smile.
"You're my little girl. Marshal, you really have a sharp eye. I can't hide anything from you."
Feng Luo laughed loudly: "You're not bad, I'm old man, I didn't hide it from you either."
While laughing, Feng Luo stretched out his hand, and Tao Ruolin supported Feng Luo so carelessly.
Chu Qing's expression changed drastically, as did Jiang Yuesheng's. But when he was about to speak, Tao Ruolin had already supported Feng Luo and walked towards the main hall.
Feng Luo still walked slowly and leisurely, like other old men in their seventies, whose body was no longer upright and was about to die.
Entering the main hall, the servant brought a chipped wooden bowl. There was no tea, just freshly boiled well water.
Everyone sat down, Feng Luo was still smiling, but with the same smile, there was endless sadness in his eyes.
"Can Gong'er's body still be seen?"
Chu Qing didn't know why, but Tao Ruolin asked: "Will you see it?"
"Probably... I can't see you anymore." Feng Luo closed his eyes: "What kind of face does a father who kills his son have?"
The father of parricide?
Everyone looked shocked!
Feng Luo just looked at Tao Ruolin, holding up the wooden bowl with his skinny palms, slightly moistening his dry lips. There was no sadness in his eyes anymore, and he looked at Chu Qing again, very teasingly.
"You kid, you never make any progress, and you have to rely on the eldest daughter of the Tao family to help you. You are just as stupid as Wu An."
Chu Qing frowned: "Why do you want to spy on me!"
One sentence said a lot. The other party's word "and" and asked Tao Ruolin to help him again. This "again" was enough to explain a lot of things.
He did not answer Chu Qing, but looked at Tao Ruolin who was smiling again.
Feng Luo puffed up his chest: "I'm just a general, I don't know any strategy, and I didn't think I could hide it from the enemy. I just wanted to give it a try. In the end, I fell into the hands of young people like you. Tell me, old man, where is it?"
A flaw was exposed."
"There are many flaws." Tao Ruolin stepped forward and touched the wooden bowl next to Feng Luo. She found that it was cold. She picked up the wooden bowl and sprinkled the cold water outside the door. Then she came back and added some hot water.
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"A lot of flaws?" Feng Luo laughed at himself: "Liang Rong's War Letter, a mission, or a corpse?"
"Both."
"But even if you see through this, you still have no evidence."
"It's a coincidence." Tao Ruolin tugged at the rabbit ears: "If you were sitting at the border, it would be perfect. Unfortunately, this drama was scripted by other generals."
Feng Luo laughed loudly: "You kid can say nice things, yes, but through letters, there are indeed many oversights."
Chu Qing, Fu San, and Jiang Yuesheng sighed deeply.
Even though he was prepared in his heart, he still couldn't accept the fact before his eyes. Feng Luo's words were obviously an admission that everything was premeditated and planned by him.
"Why?" Tao Ruolin stopped smiling, with a look of regret on her face: "Why did you do this?"
"Old man, why don't you do this?"
Feng Luo took a sip of water, wrinkled his gray hair, and suddenly laughed: "Okay, you guys are very narrow-minded. Not only do you have no evidence, but you are not sure in your heart. You are just here to test whether it is true or not.
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Tao Ruolin smiled slightly: "You knew we were here to test you, so you are very thoughtful."
Feng Luo burst out laughing again, laughing so hard that he coughed violently.
Tao Ruolin quickly stepped forward and gently patted Feng Luo on the back.
Chu Qing opened his mouth and asked the biggest confusion in his heart.
"Wang Wang Chang Chengke, where is he?"
"In Beijing."
"Beijing?"
"Yes, in Beijing." Feng Luo, like a nagging uncle, patted Tao Ruolin's arm: "I am afraid that Chang Chengke will fish in troubled waters. I am afraid that if there is a war here, Chang Chengke will be in Wei
Jiang Zi established himself as king, so he was captured and brought to the capital to prevent Chang Chengke from shattering our Dachang Dynasty. The Dachang Dynasty, which has been guarded by 150,000 heroic souls for hundreds of years, how can it be allowed to