Nongmen's fierce wife busy farming

Chapter 1088
Madam was always accompanied by the general, except for the maids who were on duty outside, they all took turns to rest, Madam did not allow them to stay on duty at night, but luckily they were also resting in the next room, and rushed over as soon as they heard the movement.

"Protect your master well. If there is an accident, please come and see me."

"Yes," it was their mission to protect their master, and they would not hesitate to risk their lives if necessary.

Han Jing took a deep look at Bai Ningxiang who was sleeping soundly, and when he was about to leave the house, the palm wind swept over, and the dim candle light in the room was also extinguished.

Standing in the yard, Han Jing's whole body, from the inside to the outside, was filled with the coldness that no one should enter, "Protect Sister Xi and Brother Mo, don't let anyone take advantage of them."

"Master, don't worry, the secret guards are already on guard, the girl and the young master are safe."

Feng Yi replied in a low voice, there have been a lot of hidden guards hidden around the general's mansion, but they have never been activated, and even the guards in the mansion don't know about it.

He thought that these hidden guards would be useless, but he didn't expect that there would be someone brave enough to attack the General's Mansion at night.

Seeing that the battle on the roof has entered a fever pitch, Feng Yi's right hand is always held on the hilt of the sword, and he can join the battle anytime, anywhere.

At this moment, a figure floated over like a shooting star, and at the moment when the wind flashed the sword, he had already seen the person coming.

However, during the special period, he did not let down his vigilance.

"Young Master Feiran, why are you here?"

"How can I sleep with such a big commotion?"

Feiran stopped three steps away from Han Jing, then stroked his robe, glanced at the fight on the roof, then turned to Han Jing, the corners of his lips curled up,
"Who are you offending? You are not allowed to sleep in the middle of the night?"

Han Jing glanced at him, "It doesn't matter who it is, if you come here, you don't want to leave."

Hearing Han Jing's cold tone, Feiran raised his eyebrows. Seeing the fierceness, the other party really lost his mind and dared to provoke this evil spirit.

"Indeed, it's not a pity to die for disturbing my sister's rest... At least let your people live, and you can go back and have a trial to clarify the enemy before you can take revenge, right?"

Just shut up, his big uncle is also suspected, okay?
As soon as he arrived, the general's mansion was attacked, making it seem like he had something to do with him, and he didn't want to worry about such unwarranted suspicions.

"No need, only the dead are the safest."

With a low tone, Han Jing rubbed the tail ring in his hand, standing quietly in the darkness, his eyes never leaving the roof of the main courtyard from the beginning to the end.

With him staring at him, no one can escape his gaze and hurt his wife and children.

After a cup of tea, with the sound of a few swords piercing into the flesh, the man in black who attacked at night rolled down the eaves.

bang bang bang~
When the person fell into the yard, he was still breathing, but after falling like this, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and he died immediately.

He took a few steps back with a click of his tongue, and held his nose in distaste,

"It's so dirty and smelly."

"Drag it down, chop it up and feed it to the dog." Han Jing glanced at the people on the ground and snorted coldly.

"Hey, hey, you really don't plan to interrogate?"

Feiran took a step closer to Han Jing with arms folded, and motioned him to take a look. Although they were dead, the clothes they were wearing were a bit strange.

"These textures and styles, don't you think they are familiar?" He has seen this kind of clothing before, and has dealt with this group of people.

"It's just a mystery." Han Jing snorted, Yin Chi couldn't die anymore, his flesh and blood had already seeped into the ground.

He is not the savior, who would die for a dead man?
As long as the brain is not flooded, it will not be stupid.

"Then explain why these people's clothes imitate the dead men of the Nine Kings?"

Feiran pinched his nose and took a closer look,

"Not to mention, these costumes are exactly the same as the hidden guards of the Ninth Prince's Mansion."

"Yin Chi himself died without a place to bury him. Do you think there are still living people following him?"

Han Jing caressed the tail ring, with undisguised sarcasm in his eyes, whether it was blaming a dead person.

Is it to confuse the audience, or to play tricks?

Everyone knows that the Nine Kings intended to plot rebellion and were demoted to pariah by the Lord before they were killed.

When the Nine Kings died, the monarch was heartbroken and wrote a reprimand, and ordered people to read it in public, listing the crimes.

The Lord's reprimand directly aroused the anger of the people, and some people even made clay sculptures of the Nine Kings for people to vent their anger.

The entire Daqing Dynasty knew the evil deeds of the Nine Kings, and wished to drink their blood and eat their flesh. How could there be followers?
Therefore, today's night attack was obviously caused by someone playing tricks... However, in the entire Daqing Dynasty, there were not many people who could get the exact same outfits?
Thinking of this, Han Jing couldn't help but sneer, isn't this the so-called cleverness but being mistaken by cleverness?
Looking at Han Jing's gloomy smile, Feiran silently took a step back,
"Who do you think it is?"

"Ninety-nine are close to ten." Han Jing glanced at him, brows slightly twitched, "Of course I won't doubt you."

"Cough~, am I afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstanding?"

Touching his nose innocently,

"Anyway, I also bear the name of big uncle, no matter what, I will never do anything to my sister and nephew."

He never crossed the bottom line that should be kept.

"Then who do you think is pretending to be a ghost?"

Feiran looked at Han Jing, this man was the goalkeeper of the Daqing Dynasty, without him, Nanyi could drive straight in and conquer the city.

"Hey? Are you saying that Nanman deliberately framed him?"

"Do you think the southern barbarians can get these clothes?" Han Jing stared at Feiran like an idiot, and twitched her lips.

"Then what if the inside should cooperate with the outside?" Feiran snorted, unconvinced, and slapped him again.

"If you cooperate with the inside and the outside, is it still so troublesome?"

The Nanman longed for the civil strife in the Daqing Dynasty. The more this was the case, the more opportunities they could take advantage of. Everyone was not a fool, and the Nanman people would not have the patience to go around in circles with them.

While speaking, Feng Yi and several hidden guards walked over carrying several dead bodies, threw them on the ground, and prepared to deal with them together.

Hearing Han Jing's tone, Fei Ran thought about it, and felt that it made sense.

If his own people started to make trouble, Nanyi would reap the benefits of the fisherman, so there was no reason to get involved.

"Do you want to fight back? Although I don't participate, I can protect Xiangxiang and the children." Fei Ran shrugged his shoulders, and the attack reached home. If Han Jing could bear it, he would definitely admire it.

"I don't need it for the time being. The debts I owe will have to be repaid sooner or later. I want to see what else they have to do?"

Han Jing looked at the other party's corpse in front of him, and took a step back in disgust.

Standing next to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the sickle-like crescent in the night sky hid quietly into the clouds at some point, leaving only a few twinkling stars, emitting a faint cold light.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and the breeze lifted his robes, and the smell of blood was blown away a lot.

(End of this chapter)