Cheng Huaibi was sleeping soundly on the bed, and his snoring was also very rhythmic.
Bang Bang Bang!
Whew!
There seemed to be a knock on the door outside, Cheng Huaibi turned over and changed to a more comfortable position, and the snoring sounded again.
Bang Bang Bang!
WhewW......
Bang Bang Bang!
WhewW......
"Three sons!
Three sons!
Get up!
There is an urgent report from the subordinates!
” It seemed to be Cheng Qian'er's voice, Cheng Huaibi half-squinted his eyes, and shouted out in a daze: "Get out!"
Don't disturb Lao Tzu's sleep!
” Now the Li Mansion has secret guards and official officials, as well as ten forbidden soldiers and more than a dozen former guards of the East Palace, which are extremely safe and have almost no important things, so Cheng Huaibi is not worried at all, he just wants to sleep well now.
Just this afternoon, just after returning from Tiantan Temple and confirming the safety of the Li Mansion, Cheng Huaibi couldn't help but start the cultivation of the deer opera, and the result, like Genfu, still did not escape the fate of transforming into a dog, and walked on all fours all afternoon, almost no different from a dog.
In order to adapt to the current form as soon as possible, Cheng Huaibi was jumping around all night, Rao is his natural divine power, in the face of this new way of walking, he was still tossed back pain, fatigue, and exhaustion.
Now, the pillow on the bed is even closer than his own father, and whoever dares to disturb him sleeping and let him leave his cute pillow baby, he has a bite to eat.
Bang Bang Bang!
Bang Bang Bang!
Cheng Huaibi's brows were furrowed, and the fire in his chest was also accumulating little by little, becoming more and more vigorous.
Outside the door, Cheng Qian'er was still knocking very stubbornly, and at the same time, an annoying voice slowly came along with the knocking on the door: "Third son, the news from Fuchuan Zhechong Mansion has come, saying that it is an urgent report from Chang'an, and I want to ask the third prince to take a look at ......it in person."
"Cheng Qian'er, are you looking for death, Lao Tzu just said, hurry up and get out of here!
Lao Tzu wants to sleep!
It doesn't matter if he doesn't have any news, he still comes from Chang'an......"
The angry voice in the room was weak, Cheng Qian'er seemed to hear the sound of someone turning over and falling out of bed, and then Cheng Huaibi's voice came when he was awake normally: "You wait, I'll come out immediately!"
” After a sparse sound of dressing, the room was slammed open, and Cheng Huaibi rushed out of the door and asked, "Where is the person who delivered the letter?"
” Seeing Cheng Huaibi lying on the ground like a dog, the corners of Cheng Qian'er's mouth twitched, but he still replied softly respectfully: "It's a lieutenant from the Zhichong Mansion who is waiting for tea in the wing room at the moment." ” "Then what are you waiting for, let's go!"
Cheng Huaibi didn't say a word, he swooped out, walked on four legs, and ran fast.
Most of the news sent at night was urgent, especially since the news was still from Chang'an, and it was very likely that it was a holy oracle, and he didn't dare to slack off if he gave Cheng Huaibi ten guts.
Some time ago, the normal communication channel inexplicably lost contact with Chang'an, and Cheng Huaibi has always been a little worried in his heart, lest something uncontrollable happen.
Now it is not easy to give Chang'an's information to him, even if he is tired and sleepy, he has to have a sneak peek.
"Third son, slow down!"
Seeing Cheng Huaibi jumping away, Cheng Huaiqian also hurried up his steps behind.
When he was about to be in front of the door of the wing, Cheng Qian'er reminded Cheng Huaibi in a low voice: "Third son, can you stand up straight if you can, if you go in directly like this, I'm afraid that the people inside will be scared." ” Cheng Huaibi's figure was stunned, Cheng Qian'er said it well, his current state is really not suitable for outsiders to see, otherwise someone will send it back to Chang'an with a big mouth in the future, and he will really have no face to see people.
It's okay to be thick-skinned, but you can't be faceless!
This is a matter of principle.
"Lao Tzu also wants to stand up, but the problem is that I have just practiced deer opera, and now I can't control my body at all.
If it weren't for the extremely obvious effect of increasing strength, and the changes in qi and blood in the body were also increasing day by day, Cheng Huaibi would definitely think that this was Li Fengman deliberately manipulating him, how could there be such a strange exercise in this world?
"I want to be cheated once, but I have to have such a talent!"
Cheng Qian'er sighed quietly.
If he can be like Cheng Huaibi in just half a month, his strength has directly increased by a big notch, let alone landing on all fours, even if he throws himself to the ground, he will not have half a complaint.
Cheng Laosan is a full man, he doesn't know that a hungry man is hungry, it's so special.
"What did you say?"
Cheng Huaibi glanced at Cheng Qian'er with malice, "Are you kid talking bad about Lao Tzu?"
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” "Nothing!"
Unexpectedly, Cheng Huaibi was still as sensitive as ever, Cheng Qian'er was excited, and directly shook his head and denied: "Third son, you think too much, you are the top boss of your subordinates, and I dare not offend you if I borrow our courage."
Just now, my subordinates were just thinking, if the third prince really can't stand up straight, or let's change a room, you go in first, and then your subordinates will invite that Captain Luo!
” "Reliable!
That's it!
” Cheng Huaibi nodded with satisfaction, swished, and ran to the next room, waiting for the messenger to come to the door.
In this regard, Luo Chuan didn't feel that there was anything wrong, Cheng Huaibi was the right Jinwu general, and his official rank was even higher than that of the general lieutenant of their Zhechong Mansion.
Hurriedly walked into the house and bowed down to salute, Luo Chuan did not have a trace of politeness, and went directly to the topic.
"General Cheng, this is the secret report sent urgently this time, there are two letters in it, one is to ask General Cheng to open it personally, and the other is to ask General Cheng to hand it over to Her Royal Highness Princess Jinyang, the letter was sent from Chang'an Zhichong Mansion three days ago, all the way safe, without the slightest trace of opening, General Cheng, please take a look!"
Luo Chuan bowed down with both hands and handed the bamboo tube he brought to Cheng Huaibi, Cheng Huaibi reached out to take it, and gently opened the waterproof bamboo tube, there were two letters lying quietly inside, the gold paint on the envelope was not opened, the four corners of the cover were intact, and there was no trace of being opened and damaged without permission.
Indeed, as Luo Chuan said, both letters are safe.
One letter reads "General Cheng Huaibi personally enlightened", and the other reads "Please General Cheng Huaibi to transfer it to Her Royal Highness Princess Jinyang".
After the inspection, Cheng Huaibi couldn't wait to open the letter written to him and read it carefully.
To Cheng Huaibi's surprise, this letter turned out to be their old man's handwriting, and the four words "little rabbit" at the beginning were as eye-catching as ever, and a picture of a father holding a leather whip and about to beat people suddenly appeared in front of him.
Little rabbit cub is Cheng Biting's affectionate name for his three sons, almost from childhood to adulthood, Cheng Huaibi and his two elder brothers have long been used to it.
I believe that in this world, only Cheng Yanjin dares to call the sons of the Cheng family directly at the beginning of the letter, Cheng Huaibi took a long breath, although he only read the first few words, he already realized the seriousness of the matter.
Because the old man hadn't written a letter to him in person for almost ten years, let alone through this special military communication channel.
This shows that the assassination of the abolished prince and the princess of Jinyang, as well as the interception of their transmissions, are far more serious than they imagined, and even the imperial elders like Lu Guogong, who will not be used easily, began to write letters to command in person, which shows the urgency of the situation and the anger in the heart of the saint.
In an instant, Cheng Huaibi thought of a lot, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.
The main courtyard of the rear house.
The old rich man went and returned, and gently knocked on Li Fengman's door.
Li Fengman had just sent Zhao Xuan and the three of them away, and he hadn't taken off his clothes at the moment, when he heard the knock on the door, he answered inside, and the old rich man said loudly: "Master, someone from Zhichong Mansion just came to visit General Cheng." ” Li Fengman got up and opened the door and asked softly, "Do you know what's going on?"
” The old man said: "I didn't say it explicitly, but the old slave found a special bamboo tube for sending messages in the army on his body, so the old slave guessed that most of it was news from Chang'an." ” "Really?!"
Li Fengman's voice suddenly increased a lot.
"Eight or nine is not far from ten."
Old Fugui'er said: "It must be that the news of the master's assassination has reached the ears of the saint, and most of the bamboo tubes sent by the Zhichong Mansion are holy oracles!"
” I was a little excited by the old rich man's expression, as long as the saint was willing to speak, the crisis they were facing in the house would be resolved immediately, and the problem of the assassins could be fundamentally solved from the source.
In the future, they no longer have to live in fear all day long.
"I hope so."
Li Fengman has also been waiting for the news of Chang'an's arrival, and he has had enough of such a small life being remembered all day long.
"Let's go, come with me to see if it's dead or alive, just see if my father and his old man still have my son in their hearts!"
The old man followed behind unhurriedly, and said softly with relief: "The master is too worried, the tiger poison does not eat children, how can he not care about the life and death of the master."
At the beginning, the master made such a big mistake, and the saint was reluctant to give you death, and now it is even more impossible. ” The master and servant each held an oil-paper umbrella and hurried to the courtyard where Cheng Yanjin was.