"A small impatience will mess up a big plan" Mao
King Qi thought about it and walked away. At this time, the sky was dark and raindrops were falling, making the leaves tremble. He was originally uneasy, but listened to the sound of rain, and gradually calmed down.
Xie Zhenqing didn't seem to notice that King Qi actually had the idea of killing the donkey, or even if he knew it, he didn't care. He "sent" all the letters and decided on the starting date. Xie Zhenqing followed a few steps and saw King Qi Taking steps, he was a little panicked at the beginning, but gradually became leisurely, calm and composed, and he couldn't help but squint his head.
"As expected of the descendants of Taizu!"
King Qi's performance today made him a little surprised. The previous panic was actually human nature. Xie Zhenqing asked himself, if he were just a mortal and encountered such a thing again, he would also panic.
The difference is that heroes can deal with their emotions, but mediocre people can't.
"A person who shows off his intelligence is called a hero, and someone who shows off his courage is called a hero."
"King Qi still has some qualifications!" Mao
But that's it. Xie Zhenqing bowed, waved his hands and said to King Qi: "When encountering big troubles, you must be quiet."
"It's still late. Now that the important matters have been taken care of, the prince can go and rest first."
"Every big event requires calmness!"
It's not that King Qi didn't understand, he nodded, and although he was not overly excited, as soon as he relaxed, fatigue and sleepiness came over him. He immediately said: "I'm going to practice now. I rely on you for important things, so I have to rest early!" "
"Tomorrow morning, come and disturb sir again!"
With that said, King Qi turned around, and a maid helped him put on his shirt. Although there was a corridor, there was also a eunuch holding an umbrella to prevent the rain from hitting him.
After a moment, the person disappeared. Xie Zhenqing stopped smiling and stood under the eaves of his small courtyard, looking up at the sky with an expressionless face. Mao
The dark clouds have not completely dissipated yet, and are still weighing heavily over the capital.
This kind of cloudy and rainy weather will probably last until the storm passes before it changes.
Young dragon...
After reading these two words, Xie Zhenqing looked at it expressionlessly for a long time, then turned around and returned to the house.
Even if it was coming, it wasn't coming today, so it wasn't worth waiting for him now. What worried him even more was - why would something big be leaked?
King Qi was comforted by him, but Xie Zhenqing himself felt worried and even panicked.
How did the emperor know? Mao
In fact, I knew part of what I knew about the King of Shu's collusion with the remnants, but most of it was fabricated. How many days would it take me to report the King of Shu like this?
"That's all, as King Qi said just now, it's nothing more than disrupting the emperor's deployment and taking advantage of the chaos. It doesn't matter if it's true or false!"
"I need to rest too, otherwise my body won't be able to bear it!"
After thinking about it for a moment, she felt a fishy smell in her throat. Xie Zhenqing didn't dare to think about it anymore and closed her eyes to adjust her breathing.
After more than half an hour, the rain finally subsided, and only scattered light rain fell.
At this time, there was finally light snoring.
Morning in Beijing
Not only the shops, but also some good locations, people came early and set up stalls here and there, especially the snacks that were most popular at this time - wontons, dumplings, fried cakes, steamed buns. fragrance.
"I haven't eaten for a long time. I'll bring you two!"
"yes!"
An ox cart was heading south of the city. Its destination was the military camp, Lin'an Guard's camp, not far from the south gate, five or six miles away.
The middle-aged man sitting in the oxcart was Jiang Qifeng, the commander of the Lin'an Guards. He was also the "lucky man" in the eyes of the world with the title of Jiuxiang Earl. After all, if his brother had not died suddenly in an accident, Jiang Qifeng would not have been able to obtain the title of Earl of Jiuxiang and the shortage of commander of Lin'an Guards.
"Master, here you go, fresh fried dough sticks!"
Several soldiers followed on horseback and handed it over, and the coachman took it and sent it in. The coachman was tall and burly, and could swing his whip very smoothly. He was stronger than the elite soldiers in the army.
It's no wonder that even the uncle's family was originally a big shot in the military. Even the coachman was someone who could speak to the uncle's side. It was impossible for him to be ordinary.
You know, Jiang Qifeng controls the Lin'an Guard and is a powerful figure. Jane is in the heart of the emperor!
After only a few sips, and less than a mile out of the mansion, there was a sudden sound from the originally quiet bullock cart, which sounded like a scream from the people inside.
"Uncle, what's wrong?" The coachman, who was the closest, asked hurriedly.
The soldiers protecting the bullock cart also tightened their reins slightly and slowed down.
If the uncle in the oxcart did not make a sound, the next moment the driver stopped the oxcart, and the soldiers surrounded the cart. Mao
Fortunately, Jiang Qifeng's voice soon came from inside: "It's okay."
Judging from the sound, it didn't sound like something had happened. The coachman breathed a sigh of relief and continued driving forward.
In the bullock cart, the person who had just replied was sitting. Except for his voice, which sounded normal, his whole body was trembling slightly.
A letter was being held in Jiang Qifeng's hand. The letter suddenly appeared.
Jiang Qifeng finished a piece of fried dough sticks and was slowly drinking tea from a tea bowl. With his status and status, the bullock carts move slower. Walking on the roads in the capital will naturally not be too bumpy. Not only can he drink in the bullock carts Tea, you can take a nap if you feel sleepy.
As a result, just when he was enjoying his ginseng tea, the letter appeared out of thin air and fell down.
It just fell in front of me and was caught subconsciously. Mao
"It's King Qi's handwriting!"
With just one glance, Jiang Qifeng's face turned pale.
This letter was written to him, and he recognized the font. It turned out to be King Qi's handwriting. Both the letter itself and the way the letter appeared made Jiang Qifeng feel frightened and uneasy.
Who is King Qi and what happened to him? As the commander of Lin'an Guard, how could he not know?
Even without reading the letter, he could vaguely guess what King Qi wanted to do with him now.
Jiang Qifeng stared at the letter. As he trembled, his hand could not hold the letter. The light letter fell directly to the ground of the bullock cart.
Jiang Qifeng didn't pick it up. He just tightened his grip on the tea bowl that he had never put down. As his hand continued to shake, the tea spilled out. Mao
Normally, even if a little tea fell on him, he would change his clothes immediately. How could a person who has been pampered since childhood be subjected to such "grievance"?
But now, he doesn't care about this at all!
I don't know how much time passed before Jiang Qifeng seemed to come to his senses. He put the tea bowl aside on the small table, slowly bent down and picked up the letter.
Open the cover of the envelope, take out the envelope, and unfold it to take a closer look.
Even though he had expected it, he couldn't help but tremble slightly when he looked at it carefully, and almost wanted to tear the letter apart.
"It's just..." Jiang Qifeng clasped his fingers together, took a deep breath, and looked around confusedly.
But the King of Qi controls his own lifeline. If he doesn't obey, the King of Qi will definitely publicize the matter of killing his father and brother. Mao
No matter what your position is, once you commit this crime, you will die, and your death will stink!
Not to mention descendants taking over the title, Jiuxiang Count's title will definitely be deposed, and even if his descendants survive, they will be demoted to civilians and exiled to the frontier.
This ending is even more unacceptable than simply killing yourself!
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