He thought about it, then looked up at Li Bushang and said, "There is one more thing I can't figure it out."

Li Bushu had already planned to turn around and explain something else.

Hearing this, he stopped again and looked back at him: "What else does Mr. Song don't understand?"

"That knife."

Song Zhiwen frowned and said in a deep voice: "The Yanling Knife, which is the murder weapon, is the sword of your Jinyiwei. Of course, now it seems that this knife should not be a real weapon, but why did this knife appear around our camp?"

“…”

"When Uncle Cheng was killed, weren't you here yet?"

“…”

"No one came, why did the knife come here?"

“…”

"You just guessed their actions and their purpose. Both the human and physical evidence are there, but why didn't you solve the problem of that knife?"

“…”

After hearing these words, Li Bushang's expression on his face was faint, as if it was nothing to do with him.

Finally, he said: "The matter has been solved and the truth has been found. The problem with the knife is not a problem."

Song Zhiwen frowned.

Although the truth has indeed been found, this knife is the evidence that he was the murderer, and he didn't care at all.

This is not at all like his attitude as the commander of the Jinyiwei.

But Li Bushang seemed to be really not concerned at all, and said lightly: "Since they want to frame me, they always have to think of ways. Since we have dropped so many knives, we can always find them if we want to find them, and we can always pass them."

“…”

"It doesn't make sense to ask more questions."

After saying that, he looked up at the sky and said, "Young Master Song, it's getting late. So many things have happened today. I think you should take a break early."

“…”

"We will set out early tomorrow morning, and it is important to rush to get enough energy."

After saying that, he turned around and left without waiting for Song Zhiwen to say anything.

Song Zhiwen stood there, looking at his back, without saying a word for a long time, but looked down at the letter in his hand, his face calm.

Li Bushu turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he saw Xie Jiaojiao standing in front of him.

Although people were coming and going around, the torches that everyone held were constantly shining, and the light and shadows shook on people's faces, making people's expressions look a little cloudy and sunny, but when she saw Li Bushen, she ran over immediately.

"Li is not hurt!"

Li Bushu looked down at her.

I saw her face mixed with joy and sorrow, probably because she was happy to see him escape safely in the fire of murder. She was sad that her friends who grew up with her would attack their elders. For a moment, she struggled and didn't know what to say.

On the contrary, Li Bushu.

He looked at her lightly for a while, and then said, "Go and have a rest."

After saying that, he left.

“…!”

Xie Jiaojiao stood there, as if she was still unable to react. When Li Bushu had already walked away, the wind he brought blew across his face, and the hair in his ears gently stroked his cheeks, bringing a little itchy feeling. She seemed to come back to her senses and turned around and looked at Li Bushu's back.

A smile of joy appeared in his eyes.

Not far away, Song Zhiwen looked at her back and also at Li Bushu's back that had already merged into the night. His eyes were filled with sadness and joy. Finally, he sighed and turned around and left.

In the early morning, Nanyan opened her eyes from her drowsy dream.

Subconsciously stretched out his hand and felt the blank space beside him, but there was still a little temperature left. Obviously, Zhu Feng had just gotten up not long ago.

I didn't even notice it.

She pouted and struggled in the quilt for a while. She resisted the temptation of the dream and the warm quilt on her, got up and put on her clothes, but as soon as she walked to the door, the door was pushed open from outside.

A gust of cold wind came in, making her tremble for a moment.

"Woo!"

The one standing at the door was not someone else, but Zhu Feng, who disappeared early in the morning.

He originally looked early and planned to come back and sleep. Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw Nan Yan pushing the door. He was so thin that he had to go out before he even put on his shoes. He was trembling as he was shaking outside, and he immediately frowned.

"What kind of demon are you doing?"

"emperor?"

Nan Yan subconsciously shrugged her neck and hugged her with both hands, but it was still cold. When Zhu Feng saw it, he immediately walked in and closed the door with his backhand, and hugged her in his arms.

While walking to the bed, he cursed: "I want to go out with such a little wear? What do you want to do?"

In fact, it was not that cold at first, but she had just crawled out of the quilt and could not withstand the cold wind, so she was so cold. Now that she was hugged by Zhu Feng, the familiar smell and body temperature on his body surrounded him, and he immediately became obedient.

But the tip of the nose is still a little itchy.

Nan Yan wrapped his hands around his neck and smiled, "I just couldn't see the emperor, so I'm worried."

"What are you worried about? What do I have to worry about?"

"I'm worried, what if the emperor does a 'bad thing'?"

“…”

Zhu Feng gave her a blank look.

When I walked to the bed, I wanted to throw her down, but my hand was still light. After putting it on the bed, I immediately pulled the quilt and wrapped it in her, and said, "I just had a high fever a while ago. If you are sick again, let me see how I deal with you!"

Nan Yan shrank under the quilt, covered it for a while, and finally got warm.

Seeing Zhu Feng take off his coat and get into the quilt, she crawled into his arms. As soon as she came back from outside, Zhu Feng also had a little chill, but fortunately, the two of them were close together, their body temperatures were ironed together, and they soon became warm.

Nan Yan looked up at him: "It's so early, it's not dawn yet, what did the emperor just do?"

Zhu Feng narrowed his eyes half-squinted, and while he was about to sleep, he said lazily: "A team of people was transferred to leave Handongwei."

"Another transfer? What to do?"

"The news of Li Bushang has been sent back. The matter on his side has almost been resolved. We must send someone to Bailong City as soon as possible to inform those big families about what happened."

“…”

Nanyan blinked.

In fact, since Tian Lian returned with Li Bushang's letter, although they were so far apart, they didn't know who the real murderer was, but everyone knew that this was a situation set by someone who disagreed with Xiancheng.

On the surface, Li Bushu is indeed in a dilemma.

But, as Zhu Feng and Nanyan said before, if the chess is outside the game, if the game can be broken, the whole game will be alive, and even Bailong City will fall into this game.

The news he sent back next also confirmed this.

The "cannibalism" of Bailong City gave them this opportunity.
Chapter completed!