"Mr. Qian, how are you doing!"

After entering the side tent, the person came immediately asked, and got closer and looked at the injuries on Li Zhaohui's shoulder.

"fine!"

Li Zhaohui responded lightly, then changed the subject: "I thought you didn't dare to come?"

"I'm having something to do, so I'm here at night?"

"Yeah?"

Li Zhaohui was a little disbelief, paused and said with a slight sarcastic expression: "I thought you were afraid that the people of the Yuan Dynasty would be angry!"

The person who came was named Zhao Yikuan, who was a whistle chief under Li Zhaohui.

He usually gets very close to the people of the Yuan Dynasty and is not favored by him.

And after being injured, the other whistle commanders came to see their boss at the first time, and this person was the only one who came now.

That's why Li Zhaohui spoke sarcastic and exuded a tightness in his chest.

"Sir Qian, please stop mocking me!"

The visitor said with a wry smile, then leaned his head over and whispered: "This time I came here, I was entrusted by one of your old friends to send a letter!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, Li Zhaohui became alert and was thinking in his mind whether there was any conspiracy.

After all, Zhao Yikuan is very close to the Yuan Dynasty military supervisor. He often goes to report on small news. How could Li Zhaohui not beware of him?

Looking at Li Zhaohui's expression, Zhao Yikuan knew what he was thinking and quickly spoke: "Don't doubt Mr. Qian. If you read the letter, you will know that your subordinates will not harm you!"

After speaking, he pulled open his coat, then took out a letter.

"Sir, take a look!"

"Who gave it to me?"

The way Zhao Yikuan took out the letter was too secret. Li Zhaohui subconsciously wrote it a little, and then asked.

"Changning Marquis!"

The three gentle words made Li Zhaohui feel energetic and immediately asked, "Who are you?"

"The lower official is Zhao Yikuan, your commander of the sentry, and another identity is the Jinyiwei Baihu."

After saying that, he handed the letter to Li Zhaohui.

Taking a deep breath, Li Zhaohui took the letter, then came to the oil lamp and looked carefully.

"It's really written by Brother He!"

After reading it, Li Zhaohui sighed and burned the letter, without any doubt in his heart.

Because a few years ago, he and He Yuansheng passed several letters and naturally understood the handwriting on it.

Especially in the letter, the incidents that happened when the two of them fought side by side on the battlefield were mentioned, which made Li Zhaohui confirm that the letter was indeed written by He Yuansheng.

"The letter was written by the Marquis and was handed over by Qian Yong, a thousand households of Jinyiwei, so there will naturally be no fakes. Otherwise, the subordinates would not have any identity."

Zhao Yikuan said sincerely because his approach is indeed a little risky.

After all, Li Zhaohui's identity was a general who surrendered to the Yuan Dynasty. If he had no intention of being right, his fate could be imagined.

"If I hadn't been shorter today, you wouldn't have dared to do this, right?"

Li Zhaohui is not a fool, he asked a question with some meaning.

"Thousands of Mr. Thousands of Persons!"

Zhao Yikuan did not refute. He dared to come to the door directly, and felt that Li Zhaohui would definitely be dissatisfied with the Yuan Dynasty. In addition, his friendship with He Yuansheng would be guaranteed in any case.

"You kid is so cunning. I really don't realize that the person who usually serves the barbarians in the grassland is actually the Jinyiwei!"

"This is a last resort. After all, the status of a servant is special. Being closer to the prairie barbarians is conducive to doing things!"

He paused and changed his mind: "Mr. Qian, please stop talking about these gossips, just talk about the serious business!"

After hearing Zhao Yikuan's words, Li Zhaohui's expression became serious and said seriously: "I have long since no one wants to work hard for the prairie barbarians. Brother He is willing to take in, so it's naturally better."

"Then do you think, General, will it be anyway?"

He Yuansheng's letter said very little, but he only talked about his past relationship and persuaded Li Zhaohui to surrender, without mentioning Cao Wenkai.

After all, many things must be kept to prevent them from being exposed.

"The General also has this intention, so it's not difficult anyway!"

He said the discussion between the two of them just now, and then revealed a little sad look, saying, "But our family are all in Shenjing. If the court cannot rescue them..."

"Mr. Qian, don't worry, we Jinyiwei can do these things!"

Before Li Zhaohui could finish speaking, Zhao Yikuan interrupted him and made a promise.

"Then it's OK!"

His family is Li Zhaohui's weakness. If he can be rescued, he will naturally lose his worries and immediately speak out.

At the same time, I thought to myself that even God would not let me work hard for the people of the Yuan Dynasty!

After that, the two conspired and made various agreements, and Zhao Yikuan left.

After leaving the detachment, Zhao Yikuan slowly walked towards the military supervisor's tent, thinking about what excuses to find before leaving the camp.

After all, the military discipline of the Yuan Dynasty was very strict. Even if it was surrendered to soldiers and generals, they were not valued and could not leave the camp at will.

However, Zhao Yikuan's usual performance is no different from a hardcore traitor, but he has the opportunity to go out.

From time to time, I could even follow the Yuan Dynasty people to relax in Kaifeng City.

After all, the people of the Yuan Dynasty had a much better attitude towards them and would always lose a few bones.

When he was about to reach the military supervisor's tent, Zhao Yikuan had already thought of a solution and immediately accelerated his pace.

"who?"

The face was not visible in the darkness, so when Zhao Yikuan appeared, the guard outside the tent immediately asked.

"I!"

After agreeing, he continued to speak: "I ask to see the Chief Supervisor!"

When he saw that it was Zhao Yikuan, the guards were useless to stop him because he often came to see Temulun.

A moment later, Zhao Yikuan met Temulun.

"Who has complained again?"

Seeing Zhao Yikuan appear, Temulun immediately asked, with a hint of harshness in his eyes.

"That's not!"

Zhao Yikuan responded with a smile, looking like a terrible person, and then changed the subject: "I just went to take a look at Li Zhaohui..."

"What, go see him!"

Before Zhao Yikuan finished speaking, Temulun's face suddenly sank.

"Stop the anger of the military supervisor. I don't really want to see him, I just act like a show!"

"snort!"

Temulun was still a little dissatisfied because Li Zhaohui was missed. If it weren't for stability, he would have killed people.

"Mr. Supervisor, my subordinates want to test it out to see if he has any resentment, so as not to leave any troubles!"

Zhao Yikuan continued to explain, pretending to be thinking about Yuan Dynasty.

After hearing Zhao Yikuan's explanation, Temulun was satisfied and immediately asked, "What's his reaction?"

A Qianzong is a middle-level figure in the army, and Temulun will not ignore it.

"I didn't say any complaints, but they all knew that my subordinates were yours, so they might be a little prepared!"

Zhao Yikuan pretended to be inaccurate, which was also deliberately confusing Temulun. After all, he wanted to say good things and the other party would not believe it, but if he said bad things, Li Zhaohui would definitely be unlucky, so he said some ambiguous words...

"Stay at him if you dare to be dissatisfied..."

He didn't say anything, but his eyes showed a bit of murderous intent.

"Don't worry, I will keep an eye on him!"

After saying that, he looked a little embarrassed and said carefully: "Mr. Supervisor, I want to go out and lie down tonight!"

"What are you doing?"

"Slightly suffocating!"

This answer made Temulun very dissatisfied and said coldly: "Didn't you just went out three days ago?"

"Sir, you know, I have found a friend. I haven't seen you these days, and I really miss you..."

Zhao Yikuan looked anxious, then looked at Temulun eagerly, waiting for his response.

"snort!"
To be continued...