His body is extremely tired, but after so many things, He Rongjin's head is extremely clear. No matter how he tossed and turned in bed, he could not sleep.

Ji Wudi and others' faces were quickly left behind. Although they didn't know what they were from and what their purpose was, there was no intersection between them, and it was a coincidence to encounter them. Perhaps as they said, the reason they came to find themselves was just because they knew the Central Plains language.

What really made him mind was the second group of assassins.

He was so shocked that he ignored too many unreasonable details. Now calm down and think about it, the second group of assassins was full of flaws, so strange that it seemed to appear out of thin air.

First of all, Ji Wudi and others have been sent out of the city by Quezhu, so it is absolutely impossible to kill another person to come back. Moreover, although the two of them have the best martial arts skills, they can only accompany the first-class last one, which is a world of difference from the top-notch masters like Yuan Aoce. Secondly, they went to the residence of the Western Qiang envoy, which means that their target is Qi Zhai, or...

Que Shu?!

He Rongjin sat up suddenly.

Yes. These two people don’t look like assassins no matter how they look. First, their martial arts are not very powerful, and second, their plans are too intricate, otherwise they would not have been discovered so quickly by Tabu and the others. If they were really assassins, they would never miss the opportunity to sneak into the Little Khan’s Mansion because of these two points.

Thinking of this way, it is better to say that they are more like spies than assassins.

The spy only needs to spy on the intelligence and does not need too high martial arts. Judging from the speed of these two people when they escape, their light skills are quite good, and it also conforms to the characteristics of the spy's light skills being more important than martial arts.

Two spies who appeared at the residence of the Western Qiang envoy.

On the surface, their target should be Qi Zhai, but if you think deeply, it may not be Que Shu. Thinking of the letter Qi Zhai had shown him before, He Rongjin felt that his whole body seemed to be soaked in cold water, and he was trembling with coldness.

Could it be...

King Min Min is really not dead?

His heart was pounding.

He remembers clearly every war between King Min Min and King Hunhun clearly, and even how many soldiers were injured and how many innocent people were displaced, he can still say a rough number. It is because those wars were too tragic and too tragic.

What kind of war in this world is more heartbreaking than civil war?

The enemies killed on the battlefield are all their own compatriots. If it weren't for war, they might have appeared in the same place by chance, or met each other without knowing each other, greeted each other by chance, or became friends with a smile. However, war took some of their lives and buried this possibility forever.

If King Min Min is really not dead, then these nightmares that once lingered in his mind for a long time when they were dreaming about it at midnight will repeat themselves.

He Rongjin covered her forehead, and cold sweat penetrated out from her forehead little by little, covering her palms.

Although the assassin incident alarmed Quezhu, he thoughtfully waited until He Rongjin got up before calling him into the study.

"Sleep well?" asked Quezhu.

"Okay." He Rongjin answered a little listlessly.

Quezhu smiled, "It seems not good."

He Rongjin said: "Yes."

Quezhu said: "The thief invaded the Little Khan's mansion twice, and it was like entering a no-man's place. No one can sleep peacefully or steadily in such a place."

He Rongjin said: "Little Khan thinks these two groups are the same group of people?"

Quezhu said: "Are the same group important?"

He Rongjin was stunned.

Quezhu did not explain his words, but changed his tone and said, "The Western Qiang envoy is my Turkic distinguished guest. Their lives are not damaged at all. I have discussed with them. In order to ensure that they are safe and sound, I have invited them to live back to the Ying Hotel. There are heavy troops sent by my father Khan there, and I think it is safe."

He Rongjin said, "Little Khan is wise." He couldn't say whether he was relieved or his heart tightened when he heard this news. In short, all kinds of feelings surged into his heart, which was so mixed.

Quezhu said: "But the Western Qiang envoy made a request."

He Rongjin said: "Oh?"

"He wants to invite you to check in the welcome hotel."

He Rongjin was silent. Although this request was as expected, it could not be revealed in front of Quezhu.

Quezhu said: "You are my general manager Sheng Wen, who is in charge of affairs in the government. How can you separate yourself?"

He Rongjin said: "Yes."

"But, after all, they are Turkic guests, and the visitors are guests. I cannot refuse such a reasonable request without being humane, so," said Quezhu, after a circle, and changed the subject, "I agreed."

The taste of He Rong's heart has evolved from various differentiation to thousands of ways.

Quezhu said, "They plan to leave in the afternoon. You pack up your things and go with them."

"Yes." He Rongjin planned to take a break, but found that the other party had come over and couldn't help but look up at him.

Quezhu walked up to him, stretched out her finger, as if she wanted to hold up his chin, but was avoided by He Rongjin without any trace. He did not entangle anymore, and he took his hand back and said, "You are only temporary when you go to the hotel. The throne of Shengwen, who knows the little Khan's mansion, will always be left for you."

"Thank you, little Khan, actually..." He Rongjin hesitated whether to take this opportunity to quit the job, but when he spoke, he felt that it was inappropriate to mention this matter on the eve of going to the hotel.

"What actually?" Quezhu looked at him with a smile.

He Rongjin returned to his spirit and said, "Actually, the guards in the mansion still need to increase their staff. But I am not in the mansion these days, so I can only ask Etulu for help."

Quezhu said: "This is his duty, you don't have to worry about it."

"Yes." He Rongjin planned to leave, but then heard Quezhu say, "Stay here to have lunch with me."

"yes."

This lunch was very slow.

Quezhu also asked for a pot of wine to drink with him.

Wine is good wine, and the best daughter is red.

He Rongjin, who was already a little impatient, couldn't move his legs when he smelled the aroma of the wine. He looked at the wine pot with his eyes eagerly. As soon as the bead was poured, he dries it in one bite, and licked his lips with unfulfilled pleasure and said, "I haven't tasted this kind of taste for a long time."

Quezhu smiled and said, "If you like it, I will ask people to prepare more."

He Rongjin said: "Didn't Xiao Khan don't want me to drink?"

Quezhu said, "Yes. But will you listen?"

He Rongjin lowered his head to pour wine.

The chou stopped and continued to tangle with this question without aggressively adhering to it, "Do you remember the situation when I was trapped by a horse thief when you saved me?"

He Rongjin said: "Remember, the little Khan was riding on a horse, brave and heroic, and it was daunting."

Quezhu said: "At that time, you descended from the sky like a god."

He Rongjin hurriedly bowed: "Little Khan praised it."

Quezhu waved her hand and said, "This is my heartfelt words."

He Rongjin said: "It's the little Khan who is very blessed with great blessings."

Quezhu smiled and said, "You were not as smooth as you are now." He sighed, "I miss you very much at that time, and you are so straightforward and heroic."

He Rongjin sighed and said, "There is a saying in the Central Plains that people eat soft mouths and short hands. Now Xiao Khan is my parents for food and clothing, so it is naturally different from the beginning."

Quezhu said: "To you... I am just a parent of food and clothing?"

He Rongjin's hand holding the wine glass paused. When he remembered the misunderstanding that year, his head couldn't help but hurt. After many years, he couldn't explain it clearly and he would only get darker and darker when he didn't explain it. However, if he didn't explain, the misunderstanding would continue.

He couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Fortunately, Etulu suddenly ran over and said that the palace had sent out a letter and asked Quezhu to come to the palace to meet him immediately, which saved He Rongjin's embarrassment.

Quezhu stood up, filled both of them with wine glasses, then raised her glass and said, "I will wait for you to come back in the mansion."

He Rongjin was sitting in a wheelchair and could only raise his cup and touch him gently. Both of them raised their heads and drank them all.

Eh Tulu's eyes flashed with jealousy, but it was covered up the moment the two of them put down their glasses.

After Quezhu left, He Rongjin turned around and looked at the other end of the garden.

There is a tree there, and there is a person under the tree. The figure is hidden in the shadows of the tree, thick and gloomy.
Chapter completed!