People are going to die.
Today, the door of Nan'an Prince's Mansion must be stained with blood.
And Jia Jing also needs to use blood to show his return.
"attack!"
With three hundred soldiers and retainers, this was already the eighty men that the Ning and Rong mansions could offer. In addition to the 100 people who stayed in Ningrong Street to guard the two mansions, the 999 Jia family soldiers who roamed the desert back then had been tortured by the prince, and not many were left.
These four hundred people were secretly trained by Jia Jing and Jia She over the past few years. These personal soldiers were also Jia Jing's last source of confidence.
He is going to take this opportunity today to crush the Huo family and show the capital with blood that the Ning and Rong families cannot be insulted and the children of the Jia family cannot be bullied. From today on, he, Jia Jing, returns to the capital!
Jia Jing didn't move a step. Jia Cong couldn't hold back the passion in his heart. He held the Yanling knife and screamed to urge Dabao to rush forward.
Unfortunately, Dabao remembered Daiyu's instructions when feeding him, happily carried Jia Cong and ran to Jia Jing's side, grinning and watching the excitement.
I am a donkey, not a war horse. Cat owner, we are not capable of such bloody things.
Jia Jing raised his riding crop, knocked Jia Cong's head gently, and said meaningfully: "Brother Cong, watch quietly. From today on, it will be a life-and-death struggle. That kind of quarrel will not happen." Appear again!"
…
"This capital city is finally going to be in chaos!"
The front door of Nan'an Prince's Mansion seemed to have turned into a battlefield, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and the sound of fighting shook the heaven and the earth.
When I was young, the Beijing County Prince's Mansion in Yongfang was full of people drinking wine, singing and dancing.
Prince Shui Rong of Beijing County is about the same age as Jia Lian and has an excellent appearance. On weekdays, he always looks like a happy king with calm wind and calm clouds.
The palace has many singers and dancers, and Shui Rong is not afraid of these people going out to talk nonsense, because these people have no chance to leave the palace.
He raised his wine glass and saluted Prince Teng who was sitting on his left: "Your Majesty, this capital is in chaos. I'll leave it to your Majesty to take care of matters in the north."
With a worried look on his face, Wang Ziteng responded with a drink. After drinking a full drink, he reminded: "Your Majesty, this time Jia Jing returns to the capital, the Jia family will not be in chaos again. If we still want to gather the troops left behind by the Second Duke Ning Rong, , I’m afraid it won’t be that easy.”
The corners of Shui Rong's mouth raised slightly, as if he was confident.
He clapped his hands and saw a maid coming over holding a yellowed letter. Yingying bowed and handed it to Wang Ziteng.
"Your Majesty, you might as well take a look. With this letter, the Jia family will be in chaos. After all, the old lady in their family is still thinking about your niece bringing her glory!"
Without hesitation, Wang Ziteng opened the envelope and took out the letter inside...
hiss!
There is such a secret thing!
"Is this serious?"
"It's absolutely true. The old prince's most trusted chamberlain personally sent it out of the palace. Originally, he wanted to give it to Jia Jing, but someone from my family stopped him. The prince looked at the seal."
Shui Rong laughed and explained to Wang Ziteng: "Does it sound familiar? Yes, it is the old prince's private seal. Except for our family, few people have seen it. In addition, my father secretly investigated later, and Ning Guofu's There is no doubt that Grandma Rong is a treasure in the ocean. Otherwise, what qualifications does an adopted daughter of a fifth-rank official have to be the wife of the Jia family? Is it based on her beauty? Although she is indeed the most beautiful in the capital. "….
Although Wang Ziteng still had doubts, he nodded, raised his eyes and asked, "Your Majesty, do you want me to inform Mrs. Jia about this?"
"No, what I mean is that the prince's sister, the second wife of the Jia family, will send the secret message to the palace. I think the prince's niece has understood the cruelty of the harem by now, and she will seize this rare opportunity."
Shui Rong's originally calm and calm expression suddenly showed a hint of sinisterness. He sneered and said: "Our Majesty is so suspicious that all the sons of the old saint combined are no match for him. I don't believe that when he sees this letter, he will still be 100% suspicious of the Jia family." Rest assured. This trust is often destroyed by a thorn, and what we have to do now is to give
His Majesty the Emperor has such a thorn in his heart. "
…
The soldiers of Prince Yi Zhong's palace and the soldiers of Prince Nan'an's palace combined were not enough to fight the Jia family's soldiers.
The battle in front of the Nan'an Prince's Mansion ended in less than two quarters of an hour with Lan Wochen's begging for mercy.
All the soldiers of the Huo family had their necks wiped clean. Except for the five or six people Liu Ye brought to guard Wang Jia, the rest of them were also killed by the soldiers of the Jia family.
Just as Jia Jing said to the little fat man, when the wind blows, from now on it will be a life-and-death war, where victory or defeat will be decided.
"Uncle, what should I do with this person?"
Jia Cong looked at Lan Wochen who was kneeling in front of him begging for mercy, and whispered to Jia Jing: "He is a fifth-grade military general of the imperial court. If it is inconvenient for the uncle to deal with it, let his nephew do it. The nephew has a gift from the emperor that can cut off his head." There are quite a few of them, at worst, one of them will be taken back.”
He did say it in a low voice, but apart from the Jia family, who could stay here alive in front of the Nan'an Prince's Mansion, who was breathing loudly?
It can be said that everything was so quiet in front of the Nan'an Prince's Mansion at this time that even the birds flying in the sky did not dare to chirp.
As a result, Lan Wochen who was kneeling on the ground, Liu Ye who was shaking with fear on horseback, Huo Lan and the housekeeper of the Huo family who were being escorted by the Jia family's soldiers, all heard Jia Cong's words clearly.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a loud kowtow, and the arrogant Lan Wochen knelt heavily on the bluestone floor, begging as if he couldn't feel the pain.
"Jing Gong, please spare my life because of the friendship between you and me! It's only because of my lard that I dared to take action against Jing Gong..."
"That's not what you said just now. You said you wanted to take my Jia Jing's head today, but now you want me to spare your life."
Jia Jing smiled coldly: "But someone will take your life at some time, and someone will personally take over the accounts from that year one by one. Lan Wochen, live well, don't die early!"
Hearing Jia Jing's words, Lan Wochen suddenly felt a chill on his back. Instead of feeling the joy of escaping death, he was extremely frightened.
He didn't even care about the danger of life and death. He raised his head and pointed at Jia Jing from a distance, and asked tremblingly: "What... do you know?"
"I know everything you should know and what you shouldn't know. Lan Wochen, paper can't cover up the fire. Let's settle the accounts of the forty-ninth year of Zhaowu slowly!"
Jia Jing was full of murderous intent, but at the end he smiled coldly: "Brother Cong, cut off his hands and feet and have him thrown to the Lan family."
Jia Cong, who had watched a Riddler drama, could hardly suppress his curiosity. He responded with resentment, pulled out the Yan Fei Dao given by the emperor, and walked towards Lan Wochen.
"Don't come over here, don't come over here... I'm an official of the imperial court, you can't lynch me..."
Lan Wochen looked at Jia Cong, who was approaching gradually. The cold light on Yan Ling's knife was bone-piercing. It's a pity that the Jia family's soldiers have firmly controlled him, and they can't resist or escape.
Jia Cong sneered and said: "Fifth-rank official, Master Lan is really a powerful official! I, the royal cat, will use you, a fifth-rank official, to test whether the Yan Ling sword given by the emperor is sharp today!"
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