The lights are brightly lit here, and there are guards layered outside to prevent them from being airtight.

Ning Nanyou leaned down and hid in the lush and dense bushes. His cold eyes stared at the guards in that direction meticulously. He quickly observed the terrain, looked up and down and calculated the height of Qingluju, thinking about how to avoid the patrol of the guards and climb up the eaves.

In the thick and dim night, he almost blended with it. His agile figure took advantage of the opportunity when the guards handed over to the post to climb up the beam of the corridor and walked up the road with his waist.

The corridor outside Qingluju was filled with soldiers, and Deng Qing surrounded the place.

He lowered his eyes secretly, carefully avoided these military men, walked to the low end of the corridor beam, stopped, and then hooked the edges and corners of Langfang with his feet, and applied a slight force. His flexible body flew out like a spring in an instant, instantly attached to the blue tiles of the corridor.

The young man in black lay quietly for a few minutes, pricked up his ears and listened to the movements in the corridor. After confirming that no one noticed him, he stood up and quietly walked towards the eaves of the front wing.

He came directly above Qingluju, groped and roughly found the house where Deng Qing was at this moment.

The young man stood up, compared with the reference objects taken during the day, determined the direction, and then lay down along the ridge, touched the loose black tiles on the room, pushed open one of them, and looked into the room through the narrow gap.

Several lights were lit in the house, and the candlelight was dazzling. The young man narrowed his eyes and searched carefully below.

At this time, a creaking came from the door of the house, followed by an urgent sound of footsteps.

Deng Qing walked to the center of the house with a topographic map of the northern border, and happened to stand in Ning Nanyou's current vision.

He followed another man, wearing a dark gray engraving armor uniform, a green crown and jade on his head, and a silver sword in his hand.

The two of them were vaguely talking in the room.

"Lord, the Tuoluo tribe of the Huns is pressing the border division this time, and openly provoking it is probably not groundless." Dong Daofu spoke and advised him.

Deng Qing was impatient, staring at the topographic map in his hand, his thick and rough eyebrows raised into his temples, and said without hesitation: "Even if the Tuoluo tribe intends to provoke, as long as we can take down the military warehouse hidden in the border counties, we can turn the situation around."

Dong Daofu obviously hesitated: "My lord really believes what is said in the secret report?"

Deng Qing folded the topographic map made of pampered scrolls, looked at the window with his hands behind his back, and said confidently: "Four years ago, I didn't take Zhou Qi's words to heart. I never opened the scroll he left behind before. I thought this witch was talking nonsense.

However, four years later, the people I sent to the Huns to investigate the news came back to report that the Huns secretly hoarded military supplies and were brave enough to hide in the county town I was defending day by day. The letter said exactly the same as the advice Zhou Qi gave me before leaving.

Half a month ago, the Huns spyed on our defense and wanted to steal the keys from the private warehouse in my hand. After all, I had to believe Zhou Qi's words. Moreover, the young man he left to me in the picture he had left me was indeed not of my race. The spy I sent to report that he was indeed a subordinate of Ashanda. A month ago, he had appeared in the tribe competition of the Huns."

Dong Daofu listened silently, with a strange look on his face, and asked again: "But... lord, don't you think this matter is weird? Even if Zhou Qi is a wise man, no matter how clever the magic tricks are, how can he accurately describe the appearance of Ashanda's subordinates?"

Deng Qing turned around, his face was gloomy, and replied, "So, I asked someone to go to the Central Plains to investigate privately. I just received a message two days ago. Zhou Qi crossed the border line of the Great Wei four years ago and met the King of the Huns. It must be that at that time that he noticed the abnormal behavior of Ashanda's subordinate. Out of kindness, he came to the border town to inform me."

Dong Daofu still felt something was different and asked again: "Since Zhou Qi had met the King of the Huns, aren't the lord afraid that he would collude with the Huns and deceive you?"

Deng Qing's cold eyes flashed and he said confidently: "I don't know others, but I know Zhou Qi the best. Ten years ago, he almost died at the hands of the Huns. If I hadn't helped me, I wouldn't have survived until now. He hated the Huns to the core and would not cooperate with them."

Dong Daofu was silent for a while and said unwillingly: "Lord, this matter..."

Deng Qing interrupted him irritably: "Okay, you don't have to say anything about Zhou Qi anymore. I know, you look down on him and think he is just a lie warlock. I tell you that the more such a person is, as long as he saves his life, he will follow him wholeheartedly."

Dong Daofu was discouraged and speechless.

Deng Qing's expression was also a little gloomy: "No matter whether he said it is true or not. Let me ask you, the thief you met in the alleys of the West Street and the alleys last night did have eyes exactly the same as the portrait, right?"

Dong Daof was stunned, then nodded in frustration and said, "I did see that person's eyes were exactly the same as those in the portrait."

Deng Qing raised her eyebrows and said coldly: "This is evidence. If the person you saw last night was really Ashanda's subordinate, it would prove that what Zhou Qi said was credible."

Dong Daofu held the handle of the silver sword tied to his waist tightly with both hands, his eyes slightly darkened.

Deng Qing seemed to care about his opinion very much, pondered for a moment, and said, "Okay, I know what you think. I am still guarding against Zhou Qi."

Dong Daofu loosened his tightly clenched hand on the hilt of the sword and replied, "Have Zhou Qi sent a letter to his lord recently?"

Deng Qing nodded slightly and replied, "Half a month ago, a letter shop handed over a letter. He is now in Huai Kingdom, and seems to be trapped by someone and cannot return to the north. He repeatedly advised me to see the picture he left behind."

Dong Daofu became alert again: "Lord..."

Deng Qing frowned and interrupted again without hesitation: "I have someone inquired about what happened to him in Huai Country. Dong Daofu, I don't need you to give me some advice on everything."

Dong Daofu immediately withdrew his words and said nothing.

Deng Qing rubbed his brain and sat on the couch with some fatigue. Then he slowly fell in love with his eyes and asked casually: "Today, what do you think of the Shao Qian at the banquet?"

Dong Daofu frowned and said, "This person is suspicious and refuses to take off the cover of his face. He cannot find out the traces of entering and leaving the city. Even if he is Miss Shao Yan's brother, he has to be careful."

Deng Qing snorted coldly: "Indeed, I have never heard of when Shao Yan had a brother."

Dong Daofu asked: "Since the lord is also suspicious of this person, why should he invite him to the mansion?"

Deng Qing smiled contemptuously, her eyes were cold, and she swept out the window coldly: "Since he has the courage to come, why don't I let him enter the mansion? I can only prevent him from grabbing people under his nose, right? If he dares to do something unusual, I will not let him leave the Protectorate's Mansion alive."

When the guest in black on the roof heard this, his star eyes sank slightly, and he kept everything in his heart. After making a secret decision, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, when he jumped lightly, jumped onto the roof, and turned to the corridor, he saw a man in a night-clad dress standing opposite him on the oblique pillar that flew into the sky, staring at him coldly.

The guest in black was shocked and pondered for two seconds. Before he could tell the other party's identity, he saw the man holding a blue-purple sword and slashing at him hard.

The man was pressing his steps and his wrist was sensitive. A long sword with a cold light quickly rotated into his hand, forming a thunderous momentum.

The black-clad guest opened his eyes wide, and his steps slipped, and he suddenly stepped on the tiles on the roof, and a click came.

A stern shout came from the room immediately: "Who is on the roof?"

There was noisy sound everywhere in the corridor of Qingluju. Deng Qing broke out and ran outside with Dong Daofu.

Someone exclaimed from the corridor: "There are assassins!"

The guest in black felt a deep heart, and knew that it was impossible to leave here quietly tonight.

He pulled out the short blade hidden in his arms, bent his body slightly, stared at the night walker in front of him, and felt as if he was solemn and killed.

The man rushed forward and fought with him. The two of them rushed from the roof of Qingluju to the veranda.

Dong Daofu saw two flying black shadows clearly in the night, then made a judgment instantly and said to a group of soldiers surrounded by him to protect Deng Qing: "You are here to protect your lord."

He rushed out of the crowd, called out a few guards with good skills, and shouted: "You guys come with me to chase the assassin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man had already jumped onto the roof, sped between the roof tiles, and killed two men in black who were fighting not far away.

Seeing Dong Daofu coming, the two of them stopped fighting at the same time, their bodies twirled in the air, and flew back quickly.

Dong Daofu was surprised and looked at the similar body movements of the two, and felt confused.

I saw the two men in black working together to shake off the guards who were catching up with Deng's mansion, jumped under the eaves, and sneaked into the mansion's water pavilion and wrestled.

Dong Daofu followed closely behind. Before he could surround the two of them with his guards, he saw them exerting sharp blades at each other and stabbing at each other with endless strength.

He was even more surprised and could not understand the scene in front of him. These two guests in black had such similar martial arts skills. How could they fight each other so hard to part with each other? Are they not the same person?

Before he could figure it out, the more vicious two people fighting in front of him turned the blade in vain. One held a short blade and the other held a long sword. The two of them worked together to attack him.

Among the Deng Mansion guards who followed behind, someone shouted loudly and exclaimed and reminded: "Mr. Dong! Be careful in front!"

Dong Daofu's heart trembled, he quickly kicked up under his feet, and a backflip avoided the attacks of the two.

He took a few steps back, pulled out the silver-iron sword from his waist, rushed forward, and started fighting with the two of them.

Several guards following Dong Daofu also drew their swords and worked together to siege the two black-clad guests.
Chapter completed!