At the beginning of Chen time.
Li Junsang was dressed in a second-grade purple official robe, laid out the imperial guard of honor, carried the seal, the emperor's sword and other items, and walked out of Honglu surrounded by Zhuang Shisan and dozens of officials in red robes. pavilion.
When they entered Guangming Street outside the Prince's Mansion, they looked around and couldn't help but frown.
There are so many people that you can't see them at a glance, which is not a big deal. It is too easy for those in power to drive people to serve, but all the people have piety and willingness on their faces, which is strange.
This is scary!
Finally, with the help of the Western Qin officials from the Honglu Pavilion, they entered the Western Qin County Prince's Mansion. What they saw were two long rows of murderous warriors, all of whom were looking at the crowd with big eyes.
This rude pomp can't scare anyone, but the blood-evil aura that can taint people's souls is a bit disgusting. Fortunately, there are not too many people, and it doesn't reach the point of tainting people.
Then walking inside, there were groups of great monks, Taoist priests and people full of sincere expressions.
That's right! There was sincerity in all faces.
Li Junsang suddenly felt very heavy. Maybe he couldn't complete the task this time!
There is nothing more terrifying than the ten thousand-mile territory of Western Qin where everyone is united and cannot be invaded by water!
Why did Jiang Yuqing threaten to rebel on the first day she entered Western Qin? What disgusting and loyal tricks did you give His Majesty?
Either be rebellious and rebel to the end, or be loyal and loyal, like your ancestors!
Isn't this playing tricks on people?
Yes! He felt that this Jiang Yuqing was playing tricks on the court!
He raised his head and looked into the depths of the palaces of the county prince's palace. As long as he saw Jiang Yuqing, he would know what the hell he was playing!
Zhuang Thirteen and three other people also looked towards the end of the palace, with murderous intent flashing in their eyes. In the past few days, they had thought about entering the prince's palace to assassinate him. This was also their real purpose of pretending to be officials from the Ministry of Rites, but they still didn't know where Jiang Yuqing was.
Even with their Great Venerable Shinto method, they could not detect Jiang Yuqing's specific location, as if this person was not here or had disappeared. Since it cannot be detected, it is difficult to take action. Once the snake is alerted, all the encirclement and killing plans will be ruined!
Why can't such a dignified little venerable person find out? Could it be that his true energy is completely gone and his natural martial arts momentum has disappeared?
Just meet Jiang Yuqing!
Everyone passed through the palaces and pavilions. In front of them, Jiang Hu, the old commander of the Western Regions, Duke Xun, the Prime Minister of the County Prince's Office, Chang Shi, Sima, Bie Jia, Ji Jianjun, and the generals of the Western Qin Army at all levels were already waiting to greet them.
"My nephew Jiang Yuqing is seriously ill and cannot be cured. He is already on his deathbed. Today he risked his life to meet all the superior officers. He did not greet you in person. I definitely do not mean to despise the imperial power. Please forgive me!"
Jiang Hu looked sad and his eyes were red. There can be no falsehood at this moment. My nephew's ability and ability have been completely proven. Once this kind of Qilin is gone, the hope of the Jiang family will be gone, and the rise of the Jiang family over the past hundreds of years will also cease to exist.
How could this not make him heartbroken?
Not only him, but all the civil and military officials looked miserable and looked decadent.
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Li Junsang and the other four carefully looked at everyone present, and suddenly realized that it was too real, no! It’s true, it’s impossible for everyone to be so good at showing off and pretending!
Is Jiang Yuqing really dying?
Several people looked at each other, and Li Junsang didn't know whether to laugh or show regret, so he could only sigh: "Is this happening? It doesn't matter, I'll wait until I see the prince first!"
Jiang Hu and his group immediately moved out of the way, and then moved forward surrounded by the court officials.
After turning a corner, they entered the courtyard of a large hall. There were more people and soldiers of the Western Qin Dynasty around them, and a strong scent of medicine spread from afar.
Li Junsang's mood became a little more urgent inexplicably, and he couldn't help but try to squeeze out a trace of "sadness" on his face, muttering to himself: "Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"
As he spoke, his feet quickened his pace.
He hurriedly entered the dormitory. The sight in the palace was slightly dark, and the strong fragrance of medicine penetrated into his nose.
There was a person lying on a huge bed opposite. His long hair was disheveled, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was as pale as paper, and he was haggard.
Even without getting close, you can clearly feel the dull air of death.
There were five beautiful and beautiful women standing beside the bed, all with sad expressions and tears on their cheeks.
This scene cannot be fake even if the gods come.
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The four of them, Lijunsang, couldn't say "fuck", but they wanted to express a similar meaning.
Is this Jiang Yuqing really going to die?
Not pretending to be sick?
Along the way, at this moment, my originally doubtful thoughts were instantly overturned, and I was already six points convinced.
After being stunned for a long time, they all responded and clasped their fists: "I have seen the King of Western Qin before!"
"Commanders, wait a moment!"
Zhe Feiyan hadn't closed her eyes for several days. She looked tired and quietly approached Xin Zhuo's ear: "Prince? Prince? The imperial envoy has arrived."
Xin Zhuo slowly opened his eyes, with no light in his eyes. He slowly turned his head to look at everyone, struggled to get up, and then fell down slumped. A mouthful of blood stained the pillow red, and he fainted.
"Prince!"
Zhe Feiyan and Cui Ying'er were shocked and came forward one after another.
A group of maids outside the palace hurriedly entered carrying hot water, pills and tonics.
The whole hall was in a mess.
Lijunsang and the others who were left standing aside didn't know how to express their stance for a moment, so they could only bow and salute.
Ever since Zhuang Thirteen and the other three entered the palace, their eyes had been on Xin Zhuo, and their murderous intent had dimmed a little and turned into confusion.
What's the point of killing a dying man?
So, what happened to him? Critically ill at eighteen?
After being busy in the hall for a while, the Western Qin County King finally woke up again, but he was even weaker. He turned to look at everyone, and with difficulty showed a smile, and his voice was extremely weak: "A group of mentally retarded people are here, as expected. Master, I will marry your mother..."
Of course, these words were spoken in Mandarin from his previous life, and no one could understand him. Even the women around him could only hear what he was talking about and had no idea what he was talking about.
In short, it's okay for the prince to speak if he wants to.
Regardless of what Li Junsang and others had in mind, they could only put it down temporarily and slowly took two steps forward: "Yes, what the prince said is true, we are listening!"
Tilt your ears as if listening.
"Ahem, cough, cough..." Xin Zhuo coughed several times, and his tone became clearer: "Your Majesty... I'm ill... I can't go far to greet you. Please forgive me..."
This sentence is said about Li Junsang's status as an imperial envoy.
Are you feeling ill? You are not far from death!
Li Junsang quickly replied: "Your Majesty will definitely sympathize with and understand the prince. The prince does not need to worry!"
"My loyalties can be judged by the sun and the moon..."
Xin Zhuo laughed bitterly, "But I heard...someone said that I wanted to rebel...Your Majesty was deceived by the treacherous minister...misunderstood the minister...misunderstood the 500,000 iron-blooded soldiers and tens of millions of people in the Western Qin Dynasty. Han It won people’s hearts...cough cough cough..."
How dare we accept your argument? I'm about to cough my lungs out, but why does my mouth still feel like a knife?
Lijun Sang felt that it was necessary to defend the emperor, and he also smiled bitterly: "The prince is worrying too much. Your Majesty has absolutely no such intention, and neither have the ministers!"
"That's good..." Xin Zhuo's eyes brightened a little: "I guess the minister is here to reward the army? I... The army of the Western Qin Dynasty crawled on the ice and lay in the snow... fought hard day and night... suffered heavy casualties... countless soldiers buried their bones On the battlefield... I finally defeated the Western Region Allied Forces and destroyed the Ten Kingdoms... The imperial court will definitely not treat the soldiers badly, right? How much silver and baggage did Shangshu bring... Let me rest in peace before I die..."
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Li Shangshu found that the rhythm was suddenly taken off track!
It was obvious that he was the one who set the pace. He promoted first and then suppressed, severely reprimanded, and set the pace. As long as there was anything inappropriate in Xin Zhuo's mouth, the secretary behind him would immediately write it down, and then polish it up, and it would be a treasonous speech. It appeared, the evidence was conclusive, and it quickly swept the world.
The army in front of the palace and the army of Shence took the opportunity to attack, and the masters of Taiping Palace, Fengjian Division and Shixian Palace took the opportunity to kill him, and the situation of Western Qin was solved.
What are you talking about with me now?
In this situation, what do you want me to do?
