I didn't care about the old decorations in the room, and even the quilt with a little damp smell could not stop my sleep from coming. I fell asleep soon.

At almost two o'clock, Yuwen Ting opened his eyes and greeted several guards who were in good spirits and secretly left the inn.

In the evening, Feng Ning finally woke up and put the spare armor on the window of the room. He sat at the table holding the boiled white water and sucked it in a moment, waiting for the news with a little restlessness.

After two hours, a pot of water boiled and cooled, and then it started to rush back three or four times before Yuwen Ting came back with bloody smell.

"How?" Feng Ning stopped Yuwen Ting's Xu Li and asked hurriedly.

Yuwen Ting was not pretentious and answered directly: "It's not great. Tucheng is not a place to defend. If the barbarians had no worries and dared not attack on a large scale, it would have been mysterious. When the subordinate dived to the commander's tent, he saw a man dressed in a leader asking if the thing was coming. He didn't know what it was referring to, but he heard the man's tone, and he seemed to be impatient to wait."

Feng Ning immediately understood that it was probably Chen Wangyan's excuse that the Analects of Confucius was not there, but only he knew where the Analects of Confucius was. Perhaps he had set a time to guarantee that the Analects of Confucius would be delivered on that day. The people who besieged them thought that Chen Wangyan's Feige sent a letter was to secretly bring the Analects of Confucius to Tucheng under the name of rescuing soldiers. Only then did the foreign barbarians dragged the city until now that they had not yet attacked the city.

And this deadline is probably only these few days.

"What about you? If I want to rush in and meet with the prince, do you still have the power to fight?"

Yuwen Ting was overjoyed and said with a chest straightening look: "I have no trouble!"

Feng Ning nodded and asked again: "Since you said you had touched the commander's tent, do you pay attention to the arrangement of their troops? Do you know where the food and grass are?"

Yuwen Ting immediately took out a simple drawing and walked forward a few steps: "Please look at the queen, this was drawn by my subordinates and a few brothers on the spot."

Feng Ning stood up, leaned forward and almost lay on the table and looked over carefully. The tents were next to the tent, and there were countless numbers of them at one time. It seemed that if the empty city plan was ruled out, there would be at least 100,000 people. On the way from Huairou to Tucheng, they showed the scouts and Lin Li's soldiers.

"It's really tight, but how did you get through it? No one found it!"

Yuwen Ting said with some shame: "It was because of his good luck that he met a few barbarians who were alone on the way. His subordinates pulled out their armor and mingled over."

Feng Ning heard his simple words but knew how thrilling the process would be. He said for a while: "So, let's prepare for both ways. This is just over forty people brought to me. If I have good luck, I can get along like you. If it doesn't work, I will give them the Analects of Confucius. Of course, only half of them will be said. Then I will say that the second half will be seen when I see the prince."

Yuwen Ting knew that Feng Ning meant to delay time and delayed the arrival of Cheng Kaihu's Jingji Camp. After thinking about it for a while, he realized that this was the only way, but...

"Princess, this idea is certainly good, but where do you find this Analects of Confucius?"

"This is simple. As for the Analects of Confucius, I read it when I was a child, so I just wrote it halfway."

Yuwen Ting said in confusion: "But, can the Analects of Confucius be the same as the Analects of Confucius spoken by the prince?"

Feng Ning said mysteriously: "Of course it's different, but have those who need the Analects see the Analects look like? Then I will add some things that no one understands on it and say it's a code word. If you unlock the code word, you can get the secret... Well, the Analects should write a little bit, and then I will say that only the prince knows the decryption method... Well, this is more stable than what I just said!"

Yuwenting was a little speechless, and then he realized that this strange and rare method was temporarily decided by his little princess, and it was still being corrected. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should praise the princess for his urgent wisdom or worry that the master who followed such an idea would be unstable!

Feng Ning didn't care what she was thinking, and spread out the four treasures of the study and started writing it down.

Isn’t it a saying to learn and practice it from time to time? Isn’t it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar? Isn’t it a gentleman if people don’t know and don’t be angry?

Yu Wenting is familiar with this sentence. He has been memorizing it since he was a child. He can't even think about it. But what does it mean to write wings of 23,300 fonts written in a few smaller sizes after this symbol?

Then I looked down and it was all the same. Some were written in the order of numbers, but more were messy numbers that didn’t mean anything and the mix of time, year and month.

When it comes to writing comments, the comments are definitely a few poems excerpted from those articles. There are some in the military books and war books, and there are also ancient poems. There are some that I have seen and some that I have never heard of!

But these things that are filled in randomly have one thing in common, that is, they have absolutely no connection with that sentence. Even if it is a far-fetched relationship!

After roughly three of them, I stopped writing.

Yuwen Ting was puzzled again: "Didn't the princess say it's the whole article?"

Feng Ning said a little embarrassedly: "I suddenly remembered that I had never seen the light of the sky in the Analects of Confucius for six years, which was also related to the stability of the court. If the prince could use a letter to pass on a flying pigeon, it would be a bit suspicious. Well, that's better. At that time, I'll say that I accidentally discovered it when I went to Shandong for inspection last time..."

Yuwen Ting's mouth twitched, without refuting, because if someone told him that he could get a complete set of Analects of Confucius with a letter from a flying pigeon, he would not believe it. Instead, he would suspect that this thing was always fake at the first time! But if there were two or three such strange words, he would inevitably think that it was difficult to find treasures, and some of them were already believed by Yao. Instead, he would think that this was true!

But just now, the princess was immersed in dictation and nonsense? When did she distract herself from thinking about this? Could it be that the princess could only use it with all her heart! Thinking of this, her eyes became more and more high-level. She even became much more careful in her questions.

"But Princess, what are these strange numbers?"

"Ah? Are you talking about 123 Si or Ding Mao Yin Chou?" Feng Ning asked while rubbing his sore wrist, still thinking about what loopholes there were in the Analects of Confucius.

Yuwen Ting felt a little embarrassed, but still asked: "I am stupid and don't know any of them."

Feng Ning grinned and said, "It's okay, I don't understand it either. However, you can think of numbers as silver, which can be imagined as the lost treasury silver by the Ministry of Revenue, and then Dingmao Yin and Chou is the time for loss and fortune. Of course, if you are more interested in the dirty officials, then numbers can be imagined as the number of bribes and corruption, ironclad evidence of corruption and abuse of power."

After drinking a sip of water, he continued: "Dingmao Yin Chou can be a Jinshi in a certain year or a time for bribery and corruption. Of course, if there is still a dirty transaction involving the sale-Guotong enemy, it will be another set of statements. At that time, we will say that we don't know what it means, and let them play freely." 13acv.

Yuwen Ting's hair stood upside down. Thinking about joining him, there was a ghost in his heart. Seeing such a book that he had a vague meaning but couldn't understand for a while, he was afraid that he would be scattered!

Feng Ning knocked on the table and said, "We can judge which of these people who need this Analects of Confucius is based on the reactions of those who need this Analects of Confucius. However... I guess it is the third one."

Yuwenting was in a heavy mood and stopped talking.

Not thinking about the old design. Feng Ning carefully dried the freshly baked Analects on the stove and stuffed it into his sleeves. This rough treatment made Yuwen Ting's muscles tremble: "Don't you treat such things well? Just blocking like this is too unimportant, will it also cause suspicion?"

Feng Ning said: "Isn't it? It's just a book of the Analects of Confucius. You and I don't know what the numbers here mean. In my eyes, this should be a waste of graffiti by a disgraceful person. If it weren't for the tight time, I even wanted to do something like some, and then tear off a few chapters, it would be better to tear it out half or half. This way, it would be possible that this thing was obtained by accident. Otherwise, the things that need the Analects of Confucius would definitely suspect you and I would understand this thing..."

Yuwen Ting thought for a long time before saying, "If you are weak, you are solid, and if you are solid, you are weak."

Feng Ning exclaimed: "I've gotten it."

After saying that, he left the door. More than 40 people followed him were already ready when Yuwen Ting came back. When he saw Feng Ning wearing armor, he immediately understood that the time for departure was up. He was so excited that he was like a wolf who had been empty for several months and had been filled with three kilograms of aphrodisiacs!

The boss was so scared by these brightly-armed people that he hugged directly in the room, not even peeking.

Feng Ning placed the simple map among everyone, and said softly but firmly: "You all saw it. The point that is almost invisible in this tent is Tucheng! One hundred thousand people, even if one spits on the Tucheng, will be drowned in it. Therefore, these foreign barbarians must be messed up!"

Immediately someone interjected: "Princess, how about burning their food and grass? The 100,000 people bombed the camp must be very considerable!"

Someone laughed and said, "Even if we only burned all our food and grass, we would be afraid that we would not be able to let them explode the camp except to arouse their morale and hatred. Because they could go back to replenish supplies, or directly attack Huairou."
Chapter completed!