Daqian Western Frontier.
Liu Qing looked at the army in front of him and sighed.
After getting up, the eldest son Liu Feng frowned and asked, "Dad, is it possible that we really want to go to the capital?"
"Now, the Western Jin Dynasty is ready to move. If we leave, I'm afraid the border will be unstable."
"And without a transfer order, returning to Qiandu without authorization is a serious crime!"
When Liu Qing heard this, the expression on his face became even more bitter.
He has been on the battlefield for a long time, how could he not know this truth.
It’s just that sometimes, you can’t help yourself!
"Prince Jing is your sister's husband after all. We can't just watch him be deposed by His Majesty."
"Besides, he knows all the bad things you do in daily life!"
"If these things come to His Majesty's ears, will our family still have a living?"
When Liu Feng heard this, he was speechless.
As the eldest son of the Duke of Qing, he can be described as dominating in this border area.
Things like robbing women of the people and bullying the market are commonplace.
Even more unforgivable crimes are just commonplace.
He behaves like a local emperor.
After all, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, and the hand of the court cannot reach here.
So they only need to ensure that the border is not lost, and then fight the Western Jin Dynasty back and forth.
As for the other things, haha, they are all insignificant things.
I thought that after my sister married King Jing, the family's power would become even greater.
But who would have thought that not long after, they received a letter containing detailed records of all the criminal evidence of themselves, their second brother, and their father over the years.
What it means is self-evident.
Under such circumstances, the Duke of Qing was completely tied to Liu Jing's chariot.
Until today, I have to help him do such a heinous and unethical thing!
"The matter has come to this, and we have no other choice."
"Leave your second brother to guard the city. We will take 30,000 troops and rush to Qiandu City immediately."
Liu Feng was a little helpless when he heard this, but he could only nod.
They have no choice!
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Qiandu City.
Yongle Square, Anshan Lane, Painting Market.
A man dressed as a scholar, wearing a Confucian scholar's robe, but wearing a bamboo hat, covering his face and refusing to see anyone, came here.
He chose to ignore the dazzling array of paintings in the art market and walked straight past them.
Walking towards an inconspicuous stall with a clear purpose.
The owner of the stall is an old man in his fifties. He is wearing a straw hat and taking a nap on a recliner. The main purpose is to relax and relax.
The man dressed as a scholar stopped in front of the stall, looked at the old man with burning eyes, lowered his voice and said, "Boss Fan, I want a painting."
"Which road is it on? What kind of sail are you carrying?"
The old man didn't even raise his eyelids, still basking in the sun, and took the time to reply to the scholar.
The scholar was not angry, and kept his voice very low, saying: "The one who walks is the court road, and the one who resists is Jin Fan."
As soon as these words came out, the rocking chair stopped abruptly.
The fifty-year-old man slowly sat up, looked at the scholar in surprise, and said, "What painting do you want to buy?"
The scholar heard the words, but did not speak immediately. Instead, he looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to them. He lowered his voice to the lowest level and said imperceptibly: "Yingchunlou Rouge, where are you now?" …Is it okay?”
When the old man heard this, his doubts deepened. He kept guessing the scholar's identity from the scholar's eyebrows inadvertently exposed under the bamboo hat.
After a while, Xu did not guess the scholar's identity, shook his head and said: "Dead."
"Dead...dead?" The scholar, Chen Shi, who secretly ran out of Prince Jing's mansion, was shocked. His eyes were red and bloodshot.
"What did you say?"
"Can you say that again!"
The old man also had a temper. He said with a straight face: "If you die, you are dead. Even if you ask me thousands of times, it will still be the same!"
It was easy for these words to come out of the old man's mouth, but when they fell into Chen Shi's ears, they were like a bolt from the blue.
There is actually a reason why he ran out.
When Liu Jing gave him the letter, he felt something fishy, and the more he read, the more something seemed wrong.
Although the handwriting of the letter was the same as Rouge's, the tone between the lines was somewhat different.
Of course, ordinary people can't see it, but he is different. He thinks about Rouge day and night, how can he not see it?
He was afraid that something would happen to Rouge, so he found an opportunity and ran out after all the hardships.
He first went to Yanzhi's rented house, only to find that the house had been completely burned by a fire.
That's why I came to this painting market.
The old man who runs a stall at the painting market has some connections in Yonglefang. If you ask him about any matter of three religions or nine schools, no matter how big or small, you can probably get the answer.
But the answer he got was like a knife stabbing into Chen Shi's chest.
It made it difficult for him to breathe.
After a long pause, he calmed down and asked through gritted teeth: "How did you die?"
The old man looked at him sideways, probably aroused by his previous behavior, and said angrily: "Give me the money first!"
Chen Shi said nothing and threw out several banknotes, all of which were valuable.
When the old man saw this, he shook his head and said, "I don't know."
When Chen Shi heard this, the anger he had just suppressed suddenly came up again.
He didn't care where it was, he stepped forward directly, reached out and grabbed the old man's collar, and said with a chill in his voice: "Old man, you dare to play tricks on me!"
The old man was obviously not a vegetarian. He squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Shi and said, "Young man, I advise you to think carefully about whether you can walk out of this painting market unharmed today if you touch me."
After the old man finished speaking, Chen Shi looked around with his peripheral vision.
As expected, the stall owners around them were all looking at them. Some even lifted up their stalls and took out their favorites, as if they were going to rush at them if they disagreed.
Seeing this, Chen Shi also knew that since he dared to set up a stall here, he must have someone to rely on. I'm afraid there is really nothing he can do today.
So he let go of his hand, snorted coldly, turned around and left.
Seeing Chen Shi leave, someone from a nearby stall came over and said, "Boss, this kid is so rude, why don't you call on the brothers to take him down?"
When the old man heard this, he shook his head and said, "This man has a big case on his back!"
"It's not a good thing to be too involved with him."
"Since he didn't take action, we just have to protect ourselves."
Obviously, during the brief dispute just now, the old man had recognized Chen Shi's identity.
"Then let's just swallow this?" The stall owner was a little angry. Who are they?
How had the local snake in Anshan Lane ever been so angry?
When the old man heard this, he shook his head and said, "In the past half month, haven't there been people from the Royal Forest Army coming to question you from time to time?"
When the stall owner heard this, his eyes suddenly widened and he said in shock: "Is this him the Imperial Forest Army is looking for?"
The old man nodded: "You leave now and pass the news to the imperial guards."
