The Killer's Cleansing Manual

Chapter 191 Can’t think of a title

The village on Songyun Mountain is not very big. Now it seems that all the houses have been requisitioned by the rebels for various purposes.

Ji Shihan was very well prepared and had all the military supplies. No wonder no money was found in any of his mansions. It seemed that he had been prepared for this and had cashed in the money.

There is currently no evidence that this group of troops has a direct connection with Ji Shihan. Even if Ji Shihan is directly convicted, this group of troops may not necessarily be loyal to Yasukuni Shrine.

We still need to follow the original plan and lure the enemy into the trap.

The three of them observed on the hillside for another day, roughly marked the map, and then returned to the capital and went to the princess's mansion to discuss the matter together.

Lin Shanjuan unfolded the map in front of Qi Zhaomian. "There are a dozen mud houses in the village of Songyun Mountain, which are fully equipped with a war room, command room, armory, etc. It can be considered a complete military camp."

Ye Xi nodded in agreement: "They train outside during the day, with sentries on all sides. Once they spot outsiders approaching, they quickly retreat underground and hide. They are extremely cautious."

Qi Zhaomian looked puzzled: "Underground?"

Liu He nodded and pointed to the red circle on the map. "All the soldiers live underground. These marks are the entrances and exits of the cellar. They are arranged in an orderly manner, and there is no crowding in and out. It is obvious that everyone's route was arranged in advance."

Qi Zhaomian came up with a plan: "In other words, if we want to make this team lose its combat capability, we just need to block the entrances to these cellars, right?"

Ye Xi pondered: "It's correct in theory, but we don't know when they will act. If we can't grasp the time accurately, I'm afraid it will be difficult to achieve the desired effect."

If they surrounded them too early, Ji Shihan would definitely not act rashly after hearing the news, and they would not be able to catch him in the act. If they were too late, Qi Zhaomian and Qi Yili would be in danger again.

Liu He pondered for a moment and suddenly thought of Ye Lang: "Ye Lang is someone Ji Shihan can trust, so he must know when the operation will start. Now he is also wary of Xier, so why don't I go to him and search for clues."

Ye Xi subconsciously wanted to refute, but before she said anything, she couldn't deny that this was a feasible proposal.

If it were just the two of them, she would definitely not agree. After all, Ye Lang no longer cared about brotherly love. What if he did something to Liu He...

But since His Highness is here, she cannot stop him for her own selfish desires.

Qi Zhaomian glanced at Ye Xi for a moment longer, but didn't agree immediately. "Let's talk about it later if there's no better way."

Ye Xi breathed a sigh of relief and continued to analyze the information on the topographic map.

After half a day of sorting, it was decided that blocking the entrance to the cellar was the best strategy, as this would not only provide effective protection but also reduce casualties.

After all, these people are still Jingguo people. Some of them may not want to rebel, so it would be best to persuade them to surrender.

After Qi Zhaomian integrated all the known information, he told everyone about his plan.

After that, we just have to wait for the reply from the King of Nanman to see if he can come to his senses and join forces with Jingguo.

After Ye Xi and the other person left, Qi Zhaomian frowned and pulled Lin Shanjuan back to Heyang Palace. Holding her cold hand, he felt even more distressed.

"Xiao'er, go make some warming soup."

After giving the order, the two entered the house. Qi Zhaomian's worry was no longer visible, and his eyes were filled with worry: "Are you cold? Go to bed and rest quickly, don't catch a cold."

Lin Shanjuan let her hold her hand. She liked the feeling of being cared for. It made her feel that although she had not yet been wrapped in a warm quilt, her whole body was already starting to feel warm.

"Don't worry, you are the one. Did you kick the quilt when I was away last night?"

Qi Zhaomian glared at her and forcefully stuffed her into the quilt: "Pin, when have I ever kicked the quilt?"

Lin Shanjuan couldn't help laughing, pulled Qi Zhaomian's arm, and whispered a few words in her ear. Qi Zhaomian's earlobe turned visibly red.

"Lin Shan is tired!"

Lin Shan smiled wearily as he took two punches. He then hugged the man in his arms: "Oh, it's so warm. Let me hug you."

Qi Zhaomian looked towards the door and said, "Xiao'er will be here to serve warming soup later, so please don't be so presumptuous."

Lin Shanjuan closed his eyes and refused to listen. "I was starving and freezing, and I had to watch those two being affectionate with each other. My body and soul were devastated. It's fine if you don't feel sorry for me, but you even want to kick me away!"

What kind of person did she describe Qi Zhaomian as with these words?

Qi Zhaomian patted her shoulder helplessly: "I...it's not that I don't feel sorry for you, I just...it doesn't matter if you close the door at night. It's daytime now, and I have to..."

The more she spoke, the redder her face became, and it seemed as if she couldn't continue.

Lin Shanjuan couldn't hold it in any longer, and laughed until tears almost came out: "Can't we just have simple kisses and hugs? Whenever I touch you, it means I want to..."

Qi Zhaomian quickly covered her mouth. Lin Shanjuan always said what he thought without any hesitation, so she must not say it out loud in front of others.

"Don't say it."

Lin Shanjuan hurriedly nodded and made an oath before he regained his freedom of speech.

Xiao'er just happened to come over with some warming soup. Qi Zhaomian adjusted her skirt and saw Xiao'er about to feed Lin Shanjuan, so she spoke up to stop her.

"You go down."

Xiaoer put down the soup bowl and left, closing the door considerately.

Lin Shanjuan looked at her with amusement: "Why did you ask Xiao'er to go out? Who will feed me now?"

Qi Zhaomian didn't argue with her about who was the winner. He picked up the soup bowl, scooped some and handed it to her: "I'll feed you."

Lin Shanjuan loved her jealous look, but he closed his mouth and refused: "It's too hot, I can't drink it."

Qi Zhaomian gave her a reproachful look, put the wine to his lips and blew on it before handing it to her: "Drink it."

Only then did Lin Shanjuan drink it obediently.

The warm soup spread its heat all the way down through the throat. Qi Zhaomian's feeding rhythm was just right, neither fast nor slow, just as delicate and gentle as the feeling she gave to Lin Shanjuan.

The sunlight filtered through the window lattice and fell onto Qi Zhaomian's shoulders. She lowered her brows and blew the soup with an extremely reserved gesture. Each fingertip was extremely elegant, and her movements were gentle and slow. Every move she made could be captured as a picture of beauty.

Lin Shanjuan felt that there might be something wrong with the soup, otherwise why would she become more thirsty the more she drank?

Qi Zhaomian was originally focused, but occasionally his eyes would turn to Lin Shanjuan and he would notice her motionless and obsessed gaze.

If you are stared at for too long, even a clay Buddha will shed a layer of mud, let alone Qi Zhaomian?

Her hands gradually felt like they were on fire as she gripped the spoon. After feeding him the last bite, she vaguely saw something unusual in Lin Shanjuan's gaze and subconsciously stood up: "I'd better give this to him..."

Lin Shanjuan had already taken her hand. Qi Zhaomian couldn't help but tremble, and the bowl almost fell to the ground: "...What's wrong?"