The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Chapter 128 Fishing alone in Hanjiang Snow

"Your Majesty, I sent people to sneak into Xiaocheng successfully, and have found out to whom those private soldiers belong." Yan Yiran half-knelt on the ground and said with his eyes lowered.

Mo Ling helped the man up and asked softly, "Who is it?"

Yan Yiran raised his eyes, then quickly lowered them: "It was Grand Tutor. After sneaking in, I found out that the leader of that group of private soldiers was Song Wu, who was expelled from the Northern Border Youyun Army by the Grand Tutor five years ago, and that group of private soldiers were also certain that they were the Grand Tutor's soldiers."

Mo Ling frowned and thought, "Grand Master? Let's investigate further. This matter is suspicious. The Grand Master already controls the Northern Border Youyun Army, so there is no need for him to raise private soldiers. Wen Chu originally controlled more than 50,000 people in the North City Camp. There is absolutely no need for the Grand Master to raise private soldiers in Xiaocheng. If he is really the Grand Master, I can't figure out what the benefit of raising private soldiers is."

Yan Yiran continued, "I think so too. I don't want to believe it was the Grand Tutor. If Your Majesty doesn't believe it, I have captured a private soldier who is currently in prison. Your Majesty can personally interrogate him."

After Mo Ling summoned the man for interrogation, he found that it was indeed similar to what Yan Yiran said. This private soldier really thought that their commander was the Grand Tutor, and he didn't even know that he was a private soldier.

So the owners of Xitai Tower and Feihua Tower are both Grand Tutors. The reason why he needs so much money is to support his private army? He hijacked Changning's food to support his private army?

Putting all these coincidences together, Mo Ling himself couldn't believe it.

When Prime Minister Jian reported to him that there were tens of thousands of private soldiers in Xiaocheng, his first reaction was disbelief. Xiaocheng was closer to the capital than Nancheng, so how could there be private soldiers? Besides, tens of thousands of people was not a small number. How could it be possible that there were private soldiers in Xiaocheng, which was only sixty miles away from the capital?

But Jian Xiang had been an official for many years and never participated in fabricated things, so he sent Yi Ran to investigate. Who knew that there really was a private soldier. The owner of the private soldier was the Grand Tutor. It was ridiculous, too ridiculous!

He had already sent out the imperial edict to summon the Grand Tutor to return to the court for more than ten days, but there was still no news from the Grand Tutor. What should he do if the Grand Tutor still didn't show up?

Unlike Mo Ling who was troubled, Feng Jiuqing was leisurely fishing in the suburbs of the capital at this time.

Some people seemed to be fishing, but in fact they were waiting on the road that Yan Yiran had to pass. Now that his martial arts had been restored, he would always take revenge, and he would not wait until the next day.

Since Yan Yiran dared to let Ghost Hand Rakshasa punish him privately and disfigure him, wouldn't he be doing himself a disservice if he didn't take it back?

Although he didn't care much about his appearance, it didn't mean he would remain indifferent when being bullied. He always took revenge. But Yan Yiran's whereabouts were erratic, and he spent a lot of effort to find out that Yan Yiran would pass by here today.

Today he also tried to imitate Jiang Taigong, but he didn't know whether Yan Yiran would take the bait.

There were bursts of horse hoof sounds coming from the distance, and there seemed to be a lot of people.

A smile appeared on Feng Jiuqing's lips under his bamboo hat. The person he was waiting for had arrived.

"drive!"

Feng Jiuqing picked up a thin needle from the side of the fish basket with two fingers and threw it behind his back.

Yan Yiran was riding his horse at full speed, but the horse suddenly stumbled and fell forward for some reason. Fortunately, Yan Yiran reacted quickly and kicked the horse's back, and managed to land steadily with his lightness skills.

"Commander!"

The Hidden Dragon Guards stopped, dismounted and vigilantly checked the situation.

"Commander, are you okay?"

Yan Yiran looked at the horse lying on the ground, dead, with a grim face, and felt a wave of fear in his heart.

He didn't feel anything just now, and the horse died. If the man wanted to kill him instead of the horse, he would probably be dead now.

"I don't know who you are, why don't you come out and see me?"

Yan Yiran tightly gripped the knife at his waist and looked around vigilantly.

The Hidden Dragon Guards had already drawn their swords and surrounded Yan Yiran in a defensive posture.

"No birds fly in the thousands of mountains, no people are seen on the thousands of paths. An old man in a straw raincoat and a straw hat is fishing alone in the cold river snow." ("Snow on the River")

Yan Yiran looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man wearing a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, whose face could not be seen clearly. He was sitting behind a bamboo forest, leisurely fishing.

Yan Yiran's face was full of defense: "Why did you kill my horse? What are you doing here? You can't be here to fish, right?"

Feng Jiuqing chuckled: "Of course it's not for fishing, it's for killing fish."

After saying that, Feng Jiuqing easily broke the fishing rod in half and kicked the empty fish basket towards Yan Yiran.

A Hidden Dragon Guard swung his sword and broke the fish basket into two pieces, but the fisherman who was originally under the bamboo forest disappeared without a trace.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Yan Yiran's eyes. The man moved so fast that even he couldn't see clearly.

"Commander Yan, do you dare to fight me alone? It just so happens that I have just learned a new set of skills that are very suitable for you, Commander Yan."

The voice seemed to come from the empty sky, and Yan Yiran had no way of telling where this person was.

Yan Yiran didn't dare to respond. This man was unfathomable. He was not sure and could not fall into his trap.

This person was obviously waiting here to kill him. He seldom appeared in public, so logically he would not offend such a person.

Not necessarily. He might be the Grand Tutor's man. After all, Ming Qing had seen him many times, and the Grand Tutor's information network was very strong. He was ordered by the Emperor to leave the city this time, so it was not too difficult to find out his whereabouts.

"Are you the Grand Tutor's man? I have been ordered by the Emperor to leave the city for important matters. Please give me some convenience."

"What if I don't? Well, let your Hidden Dragon Guards carry out the emperor's order. I will only spar with Commander Yan."

Yan Yiran's face became even uglier. It seemed that this man was determined not to let him go.

The deputy commander protected Yan Yiran behind him and said, "Commander, you can't do that! You go first. We will protect you till our death!"

"What a loyal dog! Yan Yiran, I'll give you three counts to think about whether you want to stay alone."

Yan Yiran's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You guys go! Don't delay His Majesty's business!"

"Commander!"

The deputy commander looked at Yan Yiran disapprovingly: "Your life is more important to me!"

"It seems that you two have different opinions. However, my patience is limited, and I don't have time to watch your deep love between master and servant."

"three!"

Yan Yiran frowned: "Go! This is an order!"

The deputy commander disobeyed Yan Yiran's order for the first time: "No, I will never abandon the commander!"

"two!"

Yan Yiran pushed the deputy commander away with a palm and said, "Go and do what His Majesty ordered!"

"one!"

Yan Yiran kicked the bamboo joint beside him and used the force to fly to the top of the green bamboo: "Since you want to fight with me, it's not impossible, as long as you can catch up with me."

After saying that, he jumped a few times and disappeared into the bamboo forest.

Feng Jiuqing shook his head and competed with him in light kung fu. It seemed that Yan Yiran had never been beaten by the society and didn't know what it meant that there are always people better than you.

Yan Yiran ran all the way, not daring to stop for even a second. After an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped under a tree. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he was breathing slightly.

It was so far, he should have gotten rid of that person, right? He didn't feel anyone chasing him all the way, so he should have gotten rid of him. After all, he was very confident in his Qinggong.

"Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"

A water bottle was handed to Yan Yiran. Yan Yiran was indeed a little thirsty, so he took it and said, "Thank you."