Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 170 Dog bites dog

Several bonfires were burning on a barren mountain seventy miles away from Beijing.

A group of people were sitting or lying around the fire, with alert looks on their faces.

A woman in green sat alone under a big tree, playing with a white jade flute in her hand.

A voice rang out from the shadows: "Deputy Envoy, we have checked. This area is very safe. No one is following us."

Qing Luan hummed calmly: "Stand guard in batches and strengthen vigilance."

"Yes." The man took the order and left.

Next to the fire, Jiawu stood up and brought a plate of roasted rabbit meat to the tree.

"Deputy Envoy, eat something."

Qingluan glanced at him and nodded her chin to the side: "Put it there."

Jiawu put down the plate, glanced at Qingluan's expression, and comforted him: "Don't worry, Deputy Envoy. We are far away from the capital. Prince Jing will never expect us to leave so early."

Qing Luan snorted: "If you hadn't made trouble in public, we wouldn't have left in such a hurry."

"Don't blame me, Deputy Envoy," Jiawu said, "I am following your instructions. If the identification fails, I will find a way to kill Bingqi."

Qing Luan raised her eyelids and said, "Did I ask you to kill someone at the banquet? That was Prince Jing's banquet, and you were a prisoner sent by the Dali Temple. What would others think if you showed your murder weapon in public?"

"I was in a hurry and didn't think too much about it," Jiawu said, "I was just worried that if I didn't get it done, Liu Yin would lock me up in the Dali Temple and never let me out again."

"Are you afraid that I can't save you?" Qingluan said coldly.

"I am afraid that Prince Jing will not give in," Jia Wu said, "The capital is his territory, and I am afraid that the deputy envoy will suffer."

Qingluan laughed: "Are you afraid that I will suffer, or do you want to avenge Hongxiao?"

Jiawu was stunned.

Qingluan glanced at him and said, "Don't think that you two are flirting with each other. I really didn't see it. When we were in Furong Courtyard, you often went to her room in the middle of the night."

Jia Wu looked at her knowing expression and suddenly bowed his head: "Although I and Hong Xiao have a fleeting relationship, I will never sacrifice public interests for personal reasons."

Qingluan smiled and said, "Hong Xiao has been missing for so long, she must be in danger. Are you thinking that I shouldn't have sent her to seduce Ji Xiu?"

"My subordinates dare not."

Qingluan said in a cold tone: "You are not the only one who loves Hongxiao, but I didn't expect you to be so infatuated."

Jia Wu was silent for a moment: "The Deputy Envoy is too kind, I just feel sorry for him."

Qingluan hooked her finger at him: "Come here and let me take a look."

Jiawu bent down as he was told.

Qingluan put one hand on his shoulder, looked at him carefully, and smiled.

"You're right. I also think it's not a good idea to cooperate with Prince Jing." She pushed him away and said casually, "Wuyue Mountain Man is willing to be his dog, but I don't. These royal family members are the most ruthless. They can do anything for that position. I don't want to be used by others first and then be crushed to ashes."

"Deputy Envoy, you have a good idea." Jia Wu said, "When Liu Yin and I fought that day, he was killing me everywhere. If I didn't kill him, he would kill me. I think King Jing is the same."

Qingluan tapped the white jade flute twice in his palm: "You all follow me and leave the White Bird Pavilion. I should have found a good way out for everyone. I thought I could retire after completing these few orders, but I didn't expect that I would lose Hongxiao because of this deal. Jiawu, don't blame me."

Before he finished speaking, a few cold rays shot out from the white jade flute and headed towards Jiawu's chest and abdomen.

The two men were very close, and Jiawu had no way to avoid it, so he swept out with a palm.

Under the fierce palm wind, several fine needles fell to the ground with a clang. Jiawu groaned, and he was still hit by a needle on his neck.

He stepped back quickly and reached out to pull out the needle.

But the tip of the needle was blue and black, and was stained with a deadly poison.

He glared at Qingluan and was about to attack her, but his body went limp and he fell to the ground.

He lay on the ground, unable to move, only his eyes were still staring at Qingluan.

The people around the fire noticed the commotion, but no one said anything. Qingluan often punished his men in front of them, and Jiawu was not the first, nor would he be the last.

Qingluan was very satisfied with the calmness of the crowd. She stood up and walked to Jiawu, leaning over to look at him: "I hate it most when others make decisions behind my back. Hongxiao is like this, and so are you. If she hadn't acted on her own in the busy city, Bingqi wouldn't have ruined my good deeds, so I sent her to seduce Ji Xiu and let her taste the taste of being a lowly person. As for you, I didn't want to kill you, after all, you are good at kung fu, but I always feel that you will put me to death for Hongxiao, so it's better not to keep you."

She raised the white jade flute and was about to hit Jiawu on the head when she suddenly heard a whistle in the distance.

Her expression changed, and her men beside the fire grabbed their weapons.

This is the message sent back by the lookout, indicating an enemy invasion.

With a quick "swoosh" sound, arrows fell from the sky like meteors. Some people had no time to dodge and were hit by the arrows immediately.

Qingluan hid behind a tree and suddenly heard the sound of wind behind her ears.

She quickly dodged and saw a knife coming towards her.

Qingluan raised her hand and waved it. A slender sword blade popped out from the top of the white jade flute and collided with the knife edge, splashing sparks.

Xiaonian sighed, and moved forward, aiming his sword at Qingluan's vital points.

Seeing that he was powerful and his sword was heavy, Qingluan decided not to confront him head-on and moved away around the tree trunk.

Xiaonian chased after him, but saw several cold stars flying towards him. He wielded his knife like the wind and knocked away the hidden weapons one by one.

While he had no time to pay attention to anything else, Qingluan tiptoed and floated away like a leaf.

She was in mid-air when her figure suddenly paused, like a kite with a broken string falling from the sky.

She knelt on the ground, touched her back with her backhand, and felt a piece of arrow feather.

There seemed to be moisture on the arrow, soaking her fingertips.

She held her hands up to her eyes and saw that her fingers were covered in blood, her own blood.

She turned around with difficulty, only to see Jiawu lying on the ground looking at her coldly, a crossbow slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.

Jiawu's face was blue and black. He was shot by her poison needle and would not survive for more than a quarter of an hour.

But he ended up shooting an arrow at her, even though he should have been unable to move.

Qingluan was so shocked and angry that even her breathing seemed to be blocked.

Jiawu's eyes were already unfocused when he looked at her. He was dead, with a mocking smile frozen on his lips.

Qingluan didn't want to die yet, so she stood up and staggered forward.

She ran only a few steps before she fell to the ground again. Heat continued to flow from her back, but her chest gradually became cold...

The next morning, the morning light shone through the window, and the whole room gradually became filled with warmth.

Fang Tong covered his head and curled up in the increasingly bright light.

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked up at the room.

This is Feng Twelve’s house.

Feng Twelve’s bed.

She blinked and sprang to her feet.

As soon as I stood up, I saw my furry paws.

Her confused mind finally cleared up.

Fortunately, she is a cat now, not a human.

Fang Tong let out a long sigh and turned to look behind him.

The first thing I saw was a pair of eyes as black as jade.

Feng Twelve had woken up at some point and was half leaning against the head of the bed, covered with a thin quilt that tightly covered him from the chest down.