Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Tang Tianlu was concentrating on explaining to Zhao Wu the purpose of his visit. Not only were his words sincere, but his eyes were also full of sincerity and expectation.

However, when he raised his eyes inadvertently, he caught a trace of undisguised wariness in Zhao Wu's eyes.

That gaze was like an icy barrier, instantly freezing the bridge of communication that had just been built between the two.

Tang Tianlu was stunned at first, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Then he realized belatedly, as if struck by lightning, and realized that there was a misunderstanding between the two of them during the communication.

Then Tang Tianlu thought to himself: Was it because my words just now were inappropriate, or did some of my actions arouse Zhao Wu's vigilance?
After all, Zhao Wu is also a member of the Hidden Dragon Guard and has been in a complex intelligence struggle environment for a long time, so he must be cautious and suspicious.

Thinking of this, Tang Tianlu couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

I blame myself for not being able to notice the misunderstanding that was quietly growing in advance, which destroyed the originally harmonious atmosphere.

At this moment, the air in the living room seemed to be frozen, and the silence made people feel a little uneasy.

Tang Tianlu looked at Zhao Wu anxiously, wanting to explain everything as quickly as possible.

To break this embarrassing deadlock and rebuild trust between each other.

"Brother Zhao, what Lord Wang asked me to do this time is indeed of great importance.

If we cannot obtain the full support of the spy team and the informant team, it will be difficult to complete the task issued by His Highness in a short period of time."

Looking at Tang Tianlu who sounded somewhat anxious, Zhao Wu spoke meaningfully: “Although the task issued by His Highness must be completed, it is not a trivial matter to detain an official appointed by the court without authorization.

Moreover, since ancient times, there has been a widely circulated saying about Lujiang.

"If there is trouble in Huaixi, we must fight for Lujiang; if we want to seize the Yangtze River, we must first take Lujiang."

Since the Three Kingdoms period, whenever there was a period of great division in history, Lujiang became a battleground for military strategists.

As the commander of the Luzhou Prefecture Guard, Lin Zhen was stationed in the capital Lujiang for a long time.

If he disappears and is unable to handle official business, the entire Luzhou will likely fall into chaos with no one to manage it.

If we can’t solve this problem, we can’t touch Lin Zhen for the time being.”

Upon hearing this, Tang Tianlu quickly reached into his arms, moving very carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

After a while, he took out the note delivered by the carrier pigeon from his arms.

The note was thin and light, with slightly yellowed edges, and it was obvious that it had been passed around for a while.

Tang Tianlu stared at the note, his eyes revealing a hint of solemnity, as if this small note carried extremely important information.

Then he slowly turned around and walked towards Zhao Wu with steady steps.

Every step seemed to be based on his own heartbeat. Tang Tianlu knew very well that this move might be able to eliminate Zhao Wu's doubts and rebuild trust between them.

Tang Tianlu walked up to Zhao Wu, bent slightly, and handed the note over respectfully with both hands.

"Brother Zhao, this is the key thing that can prove what Tang said is true. Please take a look."

When Zhao Wu saw Tang Tianlu handing him the note with both hands, he was still a little wary, but he subconsciously reached out to take it.

However, as soon as his eyes touched the words on the note, his pupils shrank slightly and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

I saw the handwriting on the note was strong and powerful.

There is a sense of grandeur between the strokes, and the brush strokes are unique.

Zhao Wu took one look and recognized without hesitation that this was written by Jin Wang Zhu Gang himself.

The scene of Prince Jin painting with a brush on a daily basis immediately emerged in his mind. The focused expression and graceful movements seemed to be right before his eyes.

Zhao Wu, who had been in the Hidden Dragon Guard for many years, was already familiar with the handwriting of King Jin as well as the lines on his own palm.

He knew that Zhu Gang was cautious and rarely circulated his handwritten letters. Now seeing this familiar handwriting, Zhao Wu couldn't help but relax his vigilance against Tang Tianlu.

He frowned slightly and began to carefully study the contents of the note.

Try to find out more information and intentions between the lines.

Zhao Wu's eyes were fixed on the note. Those mere ten words seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight in his eyes.

The note only read, "Control Lin Zhen for three days, burn it after reading."

The handwriting was strong and had the sharpness that was unique to the King of Jin.

Although the words were few, the key information revealed in them was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhao Wu's heart hard.

He thought to himself: The King of Jin has always acted decisively and had far-reaching plans, and he wrote this cross in his own handwriting on purpose.

Could it be that what Tang Tianlu said was really an important secret concerning the Hidden Dragon Guard and even the great cause of King Jin?
What kind of unknown situation is hidden behind this?
Many questions were tangled in Zhao Wu's mind like a tangled mess.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wu couldn't help but frown.

The deep and shallow lines on his forehead looked like ravines, and his eyes became increasingly deep, revealing a bit of solemnity and thought.

Then Zhao Wu subconsciously stroked the edge of the note, as if he wanted to get more clues from the subtle touch to unravel the mystery in his heart.

At this time, Lin Zhen, who was still kept in the dark, was leading 3000 elite soldiers of the Shuozhou Guard and marching towards the guard camp's base in a mighty manner.

The morning sun shone on the team, their spears flashed coldly, and their armor gleamed brightly.

Lin Zhen was riding on a tall horse, with an upright posture and a resolute expression.

He was wearing heavy armor, and his red cloak fluttered in the wind like a burning flame.

Now Lin Zhen was completely unaware of the upcoming complicated situation, and he fully believed that this trip to the guard camp was just an ordinary mission.

The team marched forward in an orderly manner, the sounds of footsteps and horse hooves intertwined to form a rhythmic roar.

The elite soldiers of Shuozhou Guard all had serious expressions, and their eyes revealed the perseverance and courage unique to soldiers.

They walked steadily, held their weapons tightly in their hands, and remained vigilant at all times.

The trees on the roadside quickly retreated as if to make way for the team.

As these soldiers gradually approached the guard camp's base, the atmosphere around them seemed to change subtly.

But Lin Zhen was still immersed in his own thoughts and did not notice this subtle difference.

He still led the team towards the destination, step by step into the unknown and dangerous situation.

In this team marching towards the guard camp’s base, Song Yanzhang and Lin Zhen rode side by side.

He was in good shape, riding on a jet-black horse, always paying attention to the movements around him.

Although Lin Zhen had not noticed anything unusual, Song Yanzhang was keenly aware of the abnormalities on both sides of the road.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully at both sides of the road.

The roadside, which should have been crowded with people, now seemed exceptionally deserted.

The vendors that are commonly seen on weekdays are nowhere to be seen, and even the occasional passers-by look hurried and walk in a hurry.

Not only that, there seemed to be faint flickering light and shadow in the grass on the side of the road, as if someone was deliberately hiding in it.

That vague movement is definitely not a natural thing.

The doors and windows of several houses in the distance were tightly closed, revealing an indescribable weirdness, as if countless pairs of eyes were peering at them through the cracks. (End of this chapter)