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Chapter 202 It's all in cold sweat

Thinking of this, she turned over again and looked at Bu Fengli.

I saw him lying there with his eyes open and motionless. I didn't know whether he was resting or thinking about something.

I want to remind him that after all, they are grasshoppers on a rope now, and they are all finished.

But he was worried about Ji Wanqing's presence, so he didn't say anything.

Although Ji Wanqing also turned her back to the two of them, it was unknown whether she was asleep or not. Even if she was asleep, she might be disturbed by any movement.

Let’s talk tomorrow morning?

No, what if there is an emergency gathering soon?

Moreover, if Bu Sachen was around tomorrow morning, she would have no chance to say anything.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the wrapping paper of the pastry that Bu Fengli had given her that night, and it was thrown away not far away. She quietly reached out and reached for it.

Then she picked up a small grain of black coal from the side of the fire, leaned over and wrote down what she was thinking on paper.

Carefully knead it into a ball and throw it towards Bu Fengli.

It was not far away and easy to throw, so she threw it right in front of his face.

Bu Fengli was startled, looked at the paper ball, and then raised his head slightly to look at her. His eyes were a little surprised, a little confused, and a little deep that she couldn't understand.

Qing Ning pointed at Ji Wanqing towards him, and then made a gesture of opening her eyes and sleeping, indicating that she didn't know whether Ji Wanqing was asleep or not, and was afraid of disturbing her.

Men understand.

Lie down, pick up the ball of paper, and open it silently.

Gaze quietly.

After reading it, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he picked up a small charcoal from the fire.

Unlike her lying on the ground while writing, he just lay there, holding the paper in one hand and the charcoal in the other, just writing like this.

In fact, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the rustling sound of the charcoal tip scratching on the paper, but if you don't pay attention, you may not hear it.

Qing Ning looked at Ji Wanqing through the bonfire and saw that she was motionless, so she probably didn't notice.

After the man finished writing, he crumpled the paper into a ball like her and threw it towards her.

She picked it up and covered it under the blanket to look at it.

[I have made arrangements, and they will find this person soon.]

Qing Ning was startled, not quite understanding what he meant.

He has made arrangements, and they will find this person soon?

So, he has arranged a scapegoat, is this what he means?

Qing Ning suddenly shuddered.

Is this scapegoat one of his own, his sworn soldier, or his enemy, his mortal enemy?

If it's the former, it should just be an order, but if it's the latter, there must be a plan.

No, it can't be the former. None of the people participating in the hunt this time are of high status. How could such a person easily become someone else's death warrior?

It can only be the latter.

Who could it be?

What kind of calculations did you go through to take the blame?

she does not know.

Inexplicably, he thought of his wet nurse who was covered in fire and died instantly.

A person who knows that clear water in a transparent round cup can concentrate light and kill people invisible, a person who even plans to kill his own wet nurse, she just saved this person, and she also helps him cover up?

The palms of her hands were wet and slippery. She spread them out and looked at them. They were covered in cold sweat.

Not wanting to get involved any more, she put the paper into her sleeves, turned over, turned her back to him, and closed her eyes.

...

Because they hadn't fallen asleep for a long time, when they woke up the next morning, Bu Fengli and Ji Wanqing were already up.

One person was sitting by the fire, combing his hair, and the other person was standing at the entrance of the cave feeding the horses.

Not seeing Bu Sachen, she asked Xiang Ji Wanqing, "Has the Seventh Prince not returned yet?"
Chapter completed!
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