Chapter 45 Doubt and Letter

A wisp of cold wind penetrated into the tent, and the dim yellow firelight rushed like a red snake, and the beep in the brazier suddenly rose for a moment.

Mi Zhu's wrinkled face like an old tree bark, and the surging expression at this moment were more like a kind of pride. It seemed that Zhao Yun's answer was in his expectation.

In the stagnant silence, Mi Zhu covered up the awkward and cold atmosphere with a dry cough. Zhao Yun's expression was as calm as water, drinking a glass of warm tea quietly.

"What on earth did Zilong see at that time?" Mi Zhu opened his teeth again.

Zhao Yun calmly replied, "At that time, I looked around for the mistress and Mr. A Dou. When I found a dilapidated house, I happened to see the eldest son holding A Dou in his arms and was about to push down an earth wall to bury the hostess. When I tried my micahood, I had no breath at all. I asked the eldest son what was going on, and the result was that you and I knew.

Mi Zhu's breathing became heavier, his chest heaved more and more intense, and his eyes flashed with a kind of anger, which was the excitement and anger that he thought he had solved the truth.

"So, everything is said by A Feng. You don't know how the little sister died, Zilong." Mi Zhu's question obviously has a hint of inducement.

Zhao Yun's sword eyebrows condensed slightly, and his blade-like eyes shot straight at Mi Zhu: "The eldest son is the eldest son of the master. Doesn't what he said count?"

Mi Zhu was stunned and said, "That being said, but after all, A Feng is not the lord's... Cough... Zilong, you know what I mean."

"The eldest son is the son received by the lord according to formal etiquette before the spiritual position of the ancestors of the Han Dynasty. No matter what his origin is, he now has the bloodline of the Han royal family. Forgive Yun Yulu, I really don't understand what Zizhong means."

Zhao Yun's words were sonorous, and his eyes were as sharp as a front, which only made Mi Zhu speechless. As Zhao Yun said, Liu Feng is the eldest son of Liu Bei's legal theory. It is unreasonable for Mi Zhu to use that kind of vision as the basis for judging the authenticity.

"Zilong said so. However, the so-called people's hearts are unpredictable. After all, A Feng is still a child. He has been adopted by the lord for less than a year, and he still lacks correct teaching. If he is deceived by the devil and does something wrong for a while, it may not be impossible.

Mi Zhu's hint could not be clearer. He almost explicitly pointed to Liu Feng as a "fake son". Because he was afraid of A Dou, a parent-child, he took advantage of Nagasaka's chaos to try to murder his mother and brother.

Zhao Yun's sharp eyes suddenly surged, and he said seriously, "I don't care what the eldest prince said. I only saw that on the slope of Changban, in order to save his fallen brother, he sacrificed his life and did not hesitate to fall into the siege of tigers and leopards. I think what I have seen with my own eyes is enough to support the eldest son's explanation.

What Zhao Yun said was exactly the reason why he was convinced of Liu Feng.

Mi Zhu sneered: "It's true, but Zilong, don't forget that you were present at that time. A Dou fell to the ground. Did A Feng dare to ignore it?"

Perhaps stimulated by his sister's death, or out of instinctive city power, Mi Zhu seems to be more and more inclined to doubt Liu Feng.

At this point, Zhao Yun knew that it was useless to say more, and his cold eyes suddenly dispersed like the wind. Instead, there was a faint smile: "All things should be investigated for evidence. I have told what I have seen truthfully. As for what you think about Zizhong, it's none of Zhao Yun's business."

Through Zhao Yun's mouth, Mi Zhu was more convinced of his suspicion all the time, but he hoped that Zhao Yun could become the best witness of his suspicion, and Zhao Yun's reaction in front of him more or less disappointed him.

After listening to Zhao Yun's words, Mi Zhu understood that no matter how much she said, her cold face also calmed down and said with a smile, "Zilong, don't be too careful. I'm just thinking about the Lord. However, I hope that one day, when the lord asks about this matter, Zilong's answer will still be the same as today.

Zhao Yun said lightly, "What I see is what I say is what Zizhong should understand."

"Ha ha, this is natural. It's getting late, so I won't disturb Zilong. Say goodbye. Mi Zhu bowed his hand and said goodbye.

Zhao Yun sent him to the door of the account, looking at the seemingly weak short and thin shadow, and gradually disappeared into the night.

He looked up at the sky. Somehow, the night sky was covered with a gray curtain, and the bright white moon had been reduced to a gloomy round spot at this moment.

The cold wind came to his face, and he felt a trace of the chill of winter. After a moment of meditation, he suddenly shouted, "Come on, get me a horse."

............

West of Xiakou City, Water Camp.

"Sir, it is not easy to train into elite soldiers. Every elite soldier is a precious asset, so we must equip them with the best armor, the sharpest weapons, and give them food and drink. I don't know if these basic things can be guaranteed."

After two rounds of tests, Ma Yu brushed Liu Qi's 500 elite soldiers to only 200. Now, he is eating, drinking and equipping for these two hundred people.

In this era of cold weapons, copper and iron are valuable strategic resources. The production of armor and weapons is completely pure craftsmanship, and excellent armor and weapons, regardless of the materials consumed, the required craftsmen, must be superior. Coupled with the time spent, the price can be imagined.

However, in order to be loyal to yourself, it is worth the amount of money to become a reliable soldier at the critical moment.

"I can't afford to raise 2,000 elite soldiers. There is still no problem for 200 soldiers. I will find a way to solve what you said."

Liu Feng answered very happily, and he thought of his brother Liu Qi in his mind. It seemed that Ma Yu's needs had to speak to this generous brother again.

Liu Feng's cheerfulness made Ma Yu very satisfied. He nodded and said, "I have everything ready. What I need now is time. But I don't know when the eldest son is going to leave.

"I just received the news today that Wu people have fought with Cao Jun for the first time in Chibi. It should not be too late. I want to leave for Lushan tomorrow."

Ma Yan pondered for a moment: "It's just a pretend to enter Lushan. After we camp there, we can also train soldiers. In that case, I will go back early to prepare first.

After tossing around for a long time, the night was dark, and Liu Feng also felt tired. After sending Ma Qian away, he was ready to go to bed. When he was about to relieve the night, the soldiers outside the tent suddenly came to report, saying that Zhao Yun had come to visit.

Why did Zhao Yun suddenly visit this night?

Although some people didn't see their "martial arts teacher" and did miss them a little, somehow, in addition to the surprise, Liu Feng suddenly had an inexplicable ominous feeling in his heart.

It's too late to think about it. Liu Feng quickly prepared to go out to meet each other. When they first walked together, Zhao Yun had strode in, and there was a faint sadness in the heroic face.

Zhao Yun has always been the collapse of Mount Tai without changing his color. He has never seen a frown in the army of Changbanpo. Suddenly, in the middle of the night, there is a worry between his eyebrows?

Liu Feng's hunch was stronger, but on the surface, he looked calm and smiled and said, "Uncle Yun, what wind blew you here? You came to see me so late."

Zhao Yun took a deep breath: "Son, I'm here so late. I have something very important to tell you."