Seeing that Qin Jingqing had calmed down a little, Meng Yong personally helped him to the main seat and asked seriously: "May I ask the young master's name?"
"The young man's surname is Qin and his first name is Jingqing."
"Master Qin, where is His Highness the Crown Prince now?"
Qin Jingqing looked at the soldiers in the camp and hesitated slightly.
Meng Yong saw Qin Jingqing's worry, he laughed and said: "Don't worry, sir, everyone here is my confidant, you don't have to worry."
Qin Jingqing nodded and said slowly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is currently in a residence somewhere in Chang'an. He is being guarded by my guards from the Tang Dynasty. There is no fear for his life at the moment."
Meng Yong breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the ground thoughtfully, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "May I ask you, sir, did my lord entrust you with anything when you came here this time?"
Seeing that they finally got down to business, Qin Jingqing took out a ring from his arms and carefully handed it to Meng Yong.
Meng Yong was stunned for a moment when he saw the ring handed over by Qin Jingqing, and then his expression became excited. He suddenly retreated in front of Qin Jingqing, knelt down with a plop, and said almost in a tearful tone: "My lord! Please bear with me." I will pay my respects——”
After saying that, Meng Yong actually kowtowed to the ring with an extremely sincere attitude, as if Ji Si was really standing in front of him.
Qin Jingqing was greatly shocked. He had thought that Meng Yong would at least hesitate a little in the current situation, but now it seems that General Meng is truly a loyal and good minister.
"General Meng is so loyal and admirable! Please get up quickly -" Qin Jingqing hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up.
After confirming Qin Jingqing's identity, Meng Yong ignored him even more. He stood up with firm eyes, the general's air from before returned to him, and said calmly: "Since the young master is indeed here on behalf of our lord, Then what did my Lord say?"
Qin Jingqing glanced at Meng Yong meaningfully and said, "Your Highness has a great trust, but General Meng...has he been prepared?"
"But for my lord, I will not give up even if I die." Meng Yong said calmly, without any passion or heroism.
Seeing Meng Yong's calm expression, Qin Jingqing stopped talking nonsense. He pulled off his belt, dug out a piece of wax inside, and then pulled out a letter from the opening. A small seal was printed at the bottom of the letter. print.
Qin Jingqing watched Meng Yong's expression keep changing. He was a little excited at first, then gradually became a little confused, and finally became solemn. After reading the secret letter, Meng Yong ignored Qin Jingqing who was standing aside. He slowly walked towards the tent entrance with his hands behind his back, his steps as heavy as stones tied to them.
"This...is the death penalty of beheading..." Meng Yong wandered back to Qin Jingqing, he shook the letter in his hand and said.
"General? Are you...scared?"
Qin Jingqing stared at Meng Yong, trying to get the answer he wanted from Meng Yong's expression, but after all, General Meng was a general who had experienced great storms, so how could he be angered by Qin Jingqing's few words? Meng Yong's expression was still extremely calm, and Qin Jingqing couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.
Meng Yong suddenly smiled slightly. He raised his hand and patted the soldier on the head, asking, "Are you afraid of letting you break into the palace?"
"Don't be afraid -" the leading soldier shouted firmly without any hesitation.
Then, Meng Yong patted the second soldier and asked, "Are you afraid of letting you tie up Prime Minister Feng?"
"Don't be afraid-" The second soldier's voice was equally loud, as if he was proving something to his general.
Meng Yong took another step back and asked the third soldier in a normal tone: "The general asked you to kidnap the little prince, are you... afraid?"
The third soldier suddenly knelt on the ground on one knee, beat his chest heavily with his right hand, and said firmly: "Don't be afraid--"
Faced with the reaction of his men, Meng Yong was very satisfied. He turned back and looked at Qin Jingqing in a show-off manner.
Qin Jingqing had never seen such tiger and wolf soldiers before. He was so shocked that he was speechless and didn't know how to speak.
Meng Yong ignored Qin Jingqing's shock. He gradually put away his smile and said calmly: "Zhou and Chen have a total of one hundred thousand troops and horses, among which there are ten thousand of the general's personal troops here, and this place is only a few miles away from Luodu. What should I fear, General?"
Qin Jingqing couldn't help but his blood boiled, and he said excitedly: "With such a hero as the general, why worry about the uncertainties?"
Meng Yong was not moved by Qin Jingqing's words of praise. His eyes were still calm and sharp, and he said in a low voice: "Master, please convey this to my lord and let my lord wait with peace of mind. Meng Yong will never let down my lord's trust!"
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Three days later, the situation in Zhou and Chen changed drastically again. Prince Ji Si had fled Luodu in a hurry under the pressure of his uncle, Prime Minister Feng. If it had not been for the protection of New Tang Dynasty, he might have died a violent death by now. The little prince sat down. Taking the throne is just a matter of time. But just when everyone thought so, Meng Yong, the hussar general who controlled the Zhou and Chen armies, suddenly led his troops into Luodu and broke into the palace. In one fell swoop, he controlled the young prince, Prime Minister Feng, Concubine Feng and their henchmen. , after this force of King Qin took control of Luodu, Meng Yong sent several letters to the New Tang Dynasty, imploring His Highness the Crown Prince to return to Luodu to inherit the throne.
This news spread throughout the Central Plains in an instant, and all the countries in the Central Plains were shocked.
In the Wei Palace, an official knelt on His Highness. He raised his sleeves from time to time to wipe away his tears while sobbing intermittently.
The female prime minister stood on the steps without saying a word, her face looking very ugly, and beside her stood a young prince. This young prince was none other than Mr. Wen He of Yunyue Pavilion.
Now, Zhou Chen's situation has gradually gone beyond the control of the female prime minister. She doesn't like this feeling very much, it can even be said to be disgusting, but there is nothing she can do in the face of today's situation. Seeing the official look like he was mourning for his heir, the female prime minister felt an inexplicable disgust in her heart, but due to her status, it was hard to get angry.
When the official saw that the female prime minister had not spoken for a long time, he could not help but feel even more sad. He cried and shouted: "Prime Minister Wei! If you don't want to think of a way, the little prince will... just... wuwu..."
This official was under Prime Minister Feng. When Meng Yong led his troops into Luodu this time, he managed to escape and went straight to Daliang to seek help from the female prime minister.
"Get up, someone, come and give me a seat——"
"Thank you, Prime Minister."
The official got up from the ground, quickly adjusted his appearance, and carefully sat on the chair held by the palace maid.
"How is the situation in Luodu now?"
"Informing the Prime Minister, Luodu and the palace are now controlled by Meng Yong. The young prince, Master Feng, and Concubine Feng are also trapped in the palace."
"Where's Ji Si?"
"Well...the whereabouts of the prince are still unknown, but it is rumored that the prince is hiding in Chang'an for refuge..."
"Did Meng Yong say anything?"
"Meng Yong has said that he will take the prince back to his country, and... and he said that if there is anything wrong with the prince before he returns to Luodu, then the little prince will... just..."
"Huh? Just what?" After hearing the official's words, the female prime minister suddenly laughed, but anyone could tell that she was laughing in anger.
The official lowered his head silently and did not continue. I am afraid that Meng Yong is the only person in the world who dares to threaten the female prime minister.
The female prime minister regained her previous calmness and said, "What else did he say?"
"Meng Yong also said that he hopes... that the prince can sit down and talk with the young prince and Prime Minister Yang after he returns... and that... he hopes that the prime minister of Wei can send someone to witness this conversation... so as to be a witness..." the official's voice He was getting smaller and smaller, and he almost didn't dare to look directly into the female prime minister's eyes. If the previous sentence had saved some face for the female prime minister, then this sentence was a naked provocation.
The female prime minister fell into silence, and the official sat on pins and needles in his chair. This moment was nothing short of torture for him.
Although Mr. Wen and Mr. Wen stood aside from the beginning to the end, she said nothing, as if she could not hear the conversation between the prime minister and the officials. Seeing that Wen and Young Master didn't react at all, the Prime Minister couldn't help but feel a little strange. She asked, "Young Master, do you have any advice on Zhou Chen's matter?"
Since the last assassination incident, the interactions between Mr. Wen He and the female prime minister have become more frequent, and the two seem to have reached some kind of agreement. Yunyue Pavilion was naturally involved in everything that happened to Zhou and Chen before. It could drive the prince of a country out of the country, and Wen He also contributed many strategies. If not, how could the female prime minister also let Wen when she met with Zhou and Chen officials? and the young master were present.
Seeing the female prime minister asking him a question, Master Wenhe said: "Wei Xiang is really a 'conspirator of the authorities'. The situation is so clear, why do you ask me?"
"Oh? Please enlighten me."
Facing Mr. Wen He's approach, the female prime minister felt very satisfied. This young talent, who is rarely seen in the eyes, can gradually move away from his sister and lean towards himself. Although this feeling is very vulgar, it is very refreshing, especially since this young man has an extremely vicious vision. He can often hit the nail on the head and give insights when he cannot see the situation clearly.
Young Master Wen He said calmly: "The Prime Minister Wei has planned so hard, and all he has done is the city of Luodu. As for who is his master, as long as he is willing to lean towards the Prime Minister, what difference does it make?"
Mr. Wenhe's voice was not loud, so the officials could not hear what she said clearly.
The female prime minister reviewed Pinwen and the young master's words and asked: "Young master, what do you mean..."
"Since someone wants to talk, Prime Minister Wei might as well talk to him." Young Master Wen He turned his head and looked at the female Prime Minister with a smile.
How smart is the female prime minister? But Young Master Wen He understood the meaning after a little while. She fell into silence again, her eyes flickering slightly. It was obvious that she was weighing something in her heart...
After an unknown amount of time, the female prime minister suddenly spoke and shouted coldly to the official: "How do you want to talk about it, Meng Yong?"
The official looked at the female prime minister in surprise, and then immediately replied: "Meng Yong said that after His Royal Highness the Crown Prince comes back, we can all sit down and have a good talk..."
"Okay, then let's give him some face."
The official thought that his ears had heard it wrong. He raised his head in surprise, but found that the female prime minister had a sneer on her face, which did not seem to be a joke.
"You go back and bring a message to Meng Yong, saying that no matter what he wants to talk about, I am willing to be the witness." The female prime minister said calmly.
Although the official was puzzled, he trembled when he saw the female prime minister's chilling smile. No matter how many questions he had in his heart, he did not dare to ask more questions and had no choice but to comply.
