However, the conversation between these two people provided her with a piece of useful information.
Feng Ji'er understands that with her own strength, finding Wu Huan is like finding a needle in a haystack. She doesn't know when she will be able to see Wu Huan again, but with the help of someone in a high position, or perhaps she has the rights needed in this era,
That's another matter
Feng Jier immediately made a decision. She was going to the North Country, and she must gain the power to find Wu Huan!
She lurked at the main entrance of Fengguo Palace all night, waiting patiently.
Finally, when the sky was dark, a fast horse drove out of the palace.
Judging from the man's attire, he is undoubtedly a messenger
Feng Jier galloped to catch up.
The messenger hurried on non-stop. Every time he arrived at a post station, he would take a short rest, change to a faster horse, and move forward again. The garrison at the post station was obviously from the army and was very familiar with the messenger. Feng Jier did not dare to act rashly and kept maintaining her attitude.
Following at a not too far distance, she was waiting for the moment the messenger entered the Northern Kingdom.
Finally, after running around for nearly two days, at dusk that day, the messenger entered the northern territory.
Feng Ji'er followed him calmly, and pulled the messenger off his horse at the foot of an inaccessible mountain range. Looking at the unfamiliar and dusty face, Feng Ji'er felt a little unbearable, but when she raised the knife in her hand, she still stabbed him.
kill
Killing is the simplest thing for her. She has never thought about what she should kill and what she shouldn't.
But everything is different now. Before killing someone, she would actually hesitate.
This is the first time that Feng Jier feels guilty for killing someone.
She buried the messenger properly, put on his clothes, tied her chest flat, removed the birthmark on her face, and painted her entire face black. She took out a dark brown bottle from her arms, which contained bees.
Du casually pulled out a thorn from a cedar tree, stained it with bee venom, and Feng Jier stabbed it on both sides of her cheeks.
After a while, Feng Ji'er's whole face became swollen. Because her face was dark, she couldn't tell that her face was red and swollen, it only looked black and shiny.
She reached out and touched her swollen cheek, and took a look at a clear spring. She was convinced that the figure in the water looked like a rough man, and there was no trace of herself. Feng Jier got on her horse.
Not wanting to waste a moment, she decided to take the risk
When they came to the open road and entered the capital city of the North, passing by the market, Feng Jier bought pen and ink, found a deserted place, and opened the silk. There was only one line of powerful words on the bright yellow silk:
Sit and watch the clouds rise
This is an ambiguous sentence. Fortunately, there is a possibility of remedying it.
Feng Jier rolled up her sleeves, concentrated on writing, held her breath, and started writing.
She added a line of words on the bright yellow silk: "The person who delivers the message can be worth an army of a thousand people."
Relying on my memory, the font I wrote was almost the same as the line of characters on the silk.
In the past, one of her favorite things to do was to imitate Brother Ming's handwriting. Unexpectedly, it came in handy at this time.