"What?!"


    Wang Hai was startled again, and his face suddenly became dignified.


    He pondered and frowned, "there are ghosts in the camp, but they want to kill the national teacher?... why does this sound strange."


    After all, he and Yan Heng had already guessed the identity of this small national division.


    It is reasonable to say that even if there is an insider, it should be with the national teacher, right


    After thinking about it, Wang Hai couldn''t help asking Yan Heng, "what did the national teacher do to make ''those people'' angry?"


    "... it''s a long story."


    Yan Heng did not intend to inform Wang Hai about the scroll.


    After a pause, he finally shook his head, "General Wang, please pay more attention to the internal ghost, but we can''t let such people with intentions stay in the camp."


    "That''s nature!"


    Wang Hai repeatedly agreed and bowed his hand at the man. "At the end of the day, I''ll find the kitchen steward to investigate carefully, and I''ll give an explanation to general Yan and the national teacher!"


    With that, Wang Hai hurried away.


    Yan Heng sighed a little and quietly returned to the bed.


    But Xiang Xing had already woke up and was leaning against the head of the bed, with a pair of round soft eyes staring at him.


    For a long time, she picked up some pale lips and smiled at him.


    "Brother Yan Heng, I have the spirit."


    Xiang Xing whispered, and his small body moved suddenly, as if he wanted to get out of bed.


    Seeing this, the man couldn''t help but be surprised and hurried forward to stop her move.


    "Don''t get up."


    He couldn''t help saying that he gently pressed the restless little guy back to the bed and tucked her in again.


    The big hand turned to hold the still cold soft hand tightly and glared at her slightly angrily, "the doctor said, you must rest!"


    "... all right."


    Worried that the man would get angry directly next second, Xiang Xing had to go on obediently and close his eyes obediently.


    On second thought, he nodded firmly in his heart.


    It''s a ghost or something. Just rely on Wang Hai to investigate aimlessly. When do you want to find out.


    She might as well check it herself!


    After thinking about it, the little guy suddenly opened his soft eyes and immediately looked at the man by the bed.


    After thinking for a while, he suddenly put on a pitiful look of supplication, and gently spoiled him, "brother Yan Heng, can you please come to my small account and take my crested walking stick?"


    Then she paused and added, "I, I can use astrology to figure out who the ghost is."


    “……”


    Yan Heng was stunned.


    "What nonsense are you talking about..."


    He could not help but frown strangely, his exquisite eyebrows, and his big hand directly covered her little forehead.


    Um.


    It shouldn''t burn your brain.


    "... what I said is true!"


    Xiang Xing wants to cry without tears.


    She thought again. She couldn''t help holding her breath. She choked out two big bubbles of pathetic tears and flowers in her soft eyes, flashing water light at the man.


    "Bring it to me... Or I won''t sleep."


    With that, the little guy hummed and struggled to sit up.


    Yan Heng was helpless, so he had to sigh and answer: "good, good, good, lie down. I''ll bring it to you now."


    Then he gave orders outside the tent.


    But a moment later, the little soldier outside sent the phoenix head walking stick.


    "General..."


    The little soldier bumped up the curtain and seemed to be coming in.


    But suddenly I felt a strong wind in front of me.


    Then the stick in his hand disappeared..


    The curtain in front of him also fell heavily and shut him out.