"I'm immortal! Where did you get the fried chicken?" In my sleep, Mo Qian suddenly smelled a strange fragrance and woke up immediately. He saw the old beggar chewing on the fried chicken like a thief. When he saw Mo Qian wake up, he was stunned.

Mo Qian kicked the quilt and rushed forward, and began to snatch the fried chicken from the old beggar's hand, swearing: "You can enjoy the good things yourself? Leave some for me!"

The old beggar guarded the fried chicken desperately: "Get out! Do you know what respects the elderly and loves the young!"

Mo Qian beat and beat the old beggar: "You are over 80 years old, and you have half your foot into the coffin. Anyway, you will die. Do you understand the flowers that pass on your hope to the motherland?"

"Bah! You uncle in your forties, and you have a flower in your motherland. Do you want to be more shameful? Let go! Don't force me to do it?" The old beggar saw that he could not rob Mo Qian, the middle-aged man, held the fried chicken and spit up, "Bah!"

Mo Qian was stunned when he saw this. Looking at the saliva on the fried chicken, he had no appetite and he would not rob him.

"Hehe, my apprentice wants to fight with the master, you have to learn again." The old beggar grabbed the fried chicken in the form of a winner, and enjoyed it alone.

"Oh." Mo Qian sat on the ground in dismay, looking at the circle of ragged cloth and begging items around him, lowered his head and said, "I am really fooled by you. I have been delayed in this life."

The old beggar said inexplicably: "Why did I delay you?"

"How could it be delayed?!" Mo Qian flew up and kicked the old beggar in the ass and said cursingly, "If I had been a good soldier from the beginning, I have become a great success now! Look at Luo You, General Polu! Look at Ye Zixiao, Colonel Linjiang! Where are me? Beggars! The three of us were new recruits of the same period back then!"

"Bi Luo You?Bi Ye Zixiao? You?" The old beggar looked at Mo Qian with a look of mental retardation, shook his head and said, "I admit that if you had been in the army, you might be a second lieutenant platoon leader now, eating fishing every day, or you might die early in some messy battle."

Mo Qian turned his back with anger and said, "I know my body is not good, and my strength is incomparable to them. But I have a brain, I'll be the commander, okay."

"Ha." The old beggar gnawed the remaining meat on the chicken skeleton and said with interest, "If you are a commander, with your education and some knowledge of the battlefield, you can only be a small staff officer. If the staff officer is not in charge of the leader, you won't fart even loudly."

Mo Qian turned around and said loudly: "Then I will go into politics! I will become an official!"

The old beggar chewed the meat completely, and felt that it was not enough, so he started gnawing the bones again, but his teeth were not good and he couldn't chew it for a while. So he patiently pursed it and said slowly: "With your family background and social background, you can be a village chief in politics, farm with the villagers, and then starve to death in this famine."

Mo Qian was stunned for a while and cursed, "That's better than now! It's better than beggar!"

The old beggar laughed briefly and put the chicken bones in the jar. Maybe he was preparing to make soup next time. He said calmly: "Young man, your time has not come. I told you that all you have to do is read through the ancient and modern books, cultivate yourself, cultivate your character, and then wait for an era that belongs to you."

Mo Qian opened his eyes wide and pointed at the old beggar: "I warn you, don't tell me to wait anymore, I'm just being fooled by your word "wait".

"Oh, the mouse is short-sighted, nothing to say." The old beggar yawned and got into the quilt, and said lazily, "Sleeping and sleeping can reduce metabolism. If you stay up late, you will be the first person to shout hungry tomorrow. I'm having a famine recently, so I'll be more at ease."

When he mentioned the famine, Mo Qian raised his head and looked at the night sky above his head that had been flowing for millions of years. He stared at the two entangled stars, and his tone suddenly became more interested: "Master, look, do those two entangled stars look like Leng Yuan and Liu Fusu?"

When the old beggar saw Mo Qian looking up at the starry sky, he immediately cursed and said, "You are fucking lyrical, right? It's like a philosopher writing prose, it's best for me to crawl."

"Oh." Mo Qian sighed, his face was a little serious, and he lowered his head and said helplessly, "The two who knew each other since childhood ended up parting ways. It's so sad."

The old beggar smiled maliciously: "Hehe, I tell you, these Confucian generals in our empire cannot fight or command, and they may not be very powerful in governing the country. But when it comes to internal fighting, their combat power will be instantly full, and their talent in internal fighting is really unmatched."

The serious expression on Mo Qian's face did not diminish. He turned his head and looked at the old beggar's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You said this reminds me of the heart disease that has been bothering me. I think something is wrong with Northbound Autonomy."

The old beggar lay down and said weakly: "Then tell me, why is something wrong?"

"There is no problem ahead. The central government has cut down the vassals, the military police have settled in, suppressed the local forces of the Eagle Banner, and captured a large number of generals. This is no problem. If I were the Grand Marshal, I would do this. Those who have heavy troops do not care about their hearts. Only the central government has absolute rule is the foundation for a country. Chang'an is right. At most, it is a bit hasty. He takes a rash move and does not prune the branches and leaves first." Mo Qian moved to the old beggar, thinking, "But there is a problem with Lucky's death. Everything is wrong. It starts from here."

The old beggar still closed her eyes to rest, but her voice was a little more interesting: "Oh? What's wrong?"

"Think about it carefully, what motive does Liu Fusu have to kill lucky?" Mo Qian frowned and said in a deep voice, "I am not the worm in Liu Fusu's belly, and I can't guess his true thoughts. But I think that Liu Fusu's reduction of the vassal state is definitely not for his own selfish desires. He has devoted himself to the empire for so many years, and the starting point of all actions must be for the empire's stability."

"Imagine that Liu Fusu has been constantly cutting down the vassal states, Leng Yuan retreated again and again, and the development of powers is getting closer and closer to balance, which is what every leader wants to see. Then, let's set the time before Lucky dies, just one day before her death. What is the situation at this time? Liu Fusu has forced Leng Yuan to the edge of the cliff, Leng Yuan retreats without any regression, and has an idea. He may even hold a meeting to express his determination to be autonomy, but his subordinates oppose it, so he did not have autonomy at the first time."

"In this case, Leng Yuan wants to rebel, but he has no way to rebel. He doesn't have time, place, and people. As long as he calms down, his intention will be eliminated. And what about Liu Fusu? The purpose of reducing the vassal state has been achieved. All the generals who should be captured have been arrested, and the military police who should be placed have been placed in. The northern border has been essentially under control." Mo Qian slapped his hand vigorously and said in admiration, "Balance! Perfect equilibrium! This is the most balanced situation of the Red Blood Empire since the first year of the Colonial Destruction! As long as Liu Fusu stops here, everything will be fine! Leng Yuan has no ability to hold a self-respecting force, and will not over-intensify the rebellion because of contradictions. At this point, Liu Fusu is simply not playing politics, but art!"

The old beggar chuckled and said slowly: "Continue to talk."

"Then, something is wrong. Li Shunsheng is the inner supporter of Liu Fusu... Well, let's think so." Mo Qian sat upright and squinted his eyes and said, "Liu Fusu gave Li Shunsheng an order to poison lucky... What's the picture of this action? Leng Yuan treats lucky like a daughter. If he moves lucky, Leng Yuan will be crazy. Not to mention autonomy, I feel incredible that day that she did not transform into a real dragon and burn Chang'an! I, a beggar on the roadside, know this kind of thing, can Liu Fusu's wise general not know?"

"For Liu Fusu, the balance he wants has reached. If he continues to move lucky, Leng Yuan will rebel. This is absolutely true! Why did Liu Fusu destroy the balance he is pursuing? Not to mention poisoning lucky, I guess Liu Fusu would not want to bring two cans of wine to the door to drink with Leng Yuan at that time, and advised her to calm down and buy a doll for Lucky. She held it in her hand for fear that she would melt."

The old beggar still chuckled: "Continue."

"So, if something goes wrong, there will be ghosts. Liu Fusu has no reason or motivation to kill lucky. This is to push Leng Yuan to the dead end of autonomy with his own hands. There are no benefits." Mo Qian looked at the old beggar and cheered up, saying boldly, "So I think it is definitely not Liu Fusu who ordered Li Shunsheng to kill lucky, nor is it the faction of the Central Chang'an!"

At this moment, the old beggar suddenly took out a sharp bone from the jar, slapped it into Mo Qian's hand, and said, "Go, kill your mother."

Mo Qian was stunned and cursed: "I'm killing your mother! Will you speak?"

The old beggar shrugged: "Isn't it just a relative who grew up with you? Is it difficult to kill him?"

"You are fucking sick, you can do it with many beasts..." Suddenly, Mo Qian's voice seemed to be cut off by something, and it stopped abruptly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, "Lucky was not killed by Li Shunsheng..."

The old beggar lay down again and said lazily: "You think about it yourself, I don't care. Maybe Li Shunsheng is really a beast."

"Yes, yes... You taught me that everyone is for profit... Except for mental illness, everyone has motivational logic for doing things..." Mo Qian tightly pinched his nose and muttered to himself, "Killing lucky will directly lead to North Autonomy and even a worse break. The murderer must understand this, and this person has done this, there is only one possibility... The murderer hopes to see this kind of thing! The murderer wants to see Leng Yuan split the territory and be ruined!"

The old beggar scratched his head and deliberately said in a confusing tone: "Oh, then who will it be?"

"Now, I believe that Li Shunsheng is innocent. Under this analysis, the most suspect is the most innocent, because the real murderer will try every means to blame Li Shunsheng, and use various means to distort the truth, which will eventually lead to Leng Yuan and Liu Fusu kill each other, thereby weakening the Eagle Flag Army!" Mo Qian closed his eyes tightly and suddenly asked, "Master, let me ask, do you know what is the thing that poisoned Lucky?"

The old beggar said calmly: "Hemolymphatic."

Mo Qian was shocked and suddenly became chilled: "Hemolytic sanitary, I have seen it in the book. This is a grade A-level chronic poison in the cube. It takes 8 hours to kill people, which can make the poisoned person feel the feeling of the internal organs being melted. If it is just to use lucky to frame Li Shunsheng for his death and then promote the autonomy of the north, there is absolutely no need to use this vicious and expensive poison... The murderer has hatred in his heart! The murderer wishes lucky to die miserably! The murderer hates lucky!"

The old beggar smiled disdainfully and said, "Think about it?"

"What do you think about? The logic is very clear. I hate someone, so I have to torture her..." Mo Qian was stunned again, and his eyes were sunk, "No, Lucky is such an innocent little girl, innocent and harmless, who would hate her? This murderer is not hating Lucky... The murderer hates Leng Yuan! This man wants to kill Leng Yuan's most important relative in his heart, let her feel the pain of skin, and let her know the despair of losing her relatives!"

Mo Qian jumped up and said tremblingly: "This is not political murder! This is revenge! Simple personal revenge! It is a private revenge!"

The old beggar gave Mo Qian a kick: "What's the noise? I'm about to fall asleep and wake you up! Have you discovered the truth about the Big Bang or what, and you're so excited?"

"Who... who... who has such a deep hatred with Leng Yuan?!" Mo Qian paced back and forth, pressing his temple tightly, muttering with his lips tremblingly, "You introduced to me before in class that there is something called the Gods' Shelter, which can block all external attacks and hostile people. There is only one possibility that this murderer can poison Lucky successfully. Lucky is not wary of this murderer, and the Gods' Shelter has not taken effect. In other words, the murderer is a lucky acquaintance, that is, a person inside the Eagle Flag Army!"

The old beggar scratched the itch and asked playfully: "Who is inside?"

Mo Qian quickly said: "If you can use so many means to frame Li Shunsheng, you are definitely a powerful person! Either a general or... the seven generals of the Eagle Flag!"

The old beggar said lazily: "You missed someone, Luo You...oh, he is actually considered the Eagle Flag General."

Mo Qian immediately retorted: "It can't be Luo You."

The old beggar said inexplicably: "Why?"

Mo Qian frowned and said, "Because... Luo You is not that kind of person! He wants to have a grudge against Leng Yuan, so he has already started to fight head-on and will not play with poisoning."

The old beggar said with a strange look on his face: "Is he your father or what? You are protecting him like this."

Mo Qian shouted, "He is my comrade-in-arms."

"Spiritable." The old beggar turned around and said silently, "You don't know this person enough. Of course, this is not what Luo You did... But if Luo You knows something, he can do it, believe me."

"Then...you said no, then I will eliminate Luo You..." Mo Qian said this and was stunned for a moment, "Wait, what do you mean? You already know who did it?"

The old beggar shook his head like a poet: "The old beggar knows astronomy and geography. When I framed this, you were not born yet."

Mo Qian hurriedly asked, "Then, who is the murderer?"

The old beggar did not respond and deliberately made a snoring sound. Mo Qian knew that it was the old beggar who was deliberately testing him. The old beggar used to say something: If you can't get the truth, it means you are not worthy of knowing it.

"Who could it be... a high position and powerful person, hate Leng Yuan..." Mo Qian kept rubbing his temples, almost swelling, and his whole body muttered nervously, "First of all, confirm that the murderer was hiding very deeply, very, very deep. This person will definitely not stop killing lucky, but will step by step to let Leng Yuan go to a dead end in the future. In other words, this person is still alive!"

"If it is the seven generals of the Eagle Flag, among these people, the white wolf died of annihilation, Miyin Lisazi was shot and killed by air defense fire, lucky was poisoned, Li Shunsheng died of untimely death, Luo Hanlin was sentenced to death, Zhou Liangcheng was buried in the sea... The only people left..." Mo Qian showed an unprecedented shock expression, looked up and looked in the direction of Linjiang Military Region, and said tremblingly, "No way... Could it be her..."
Chapter completed!