"Qingqing, why didn't you see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the previous banquet?" Qin Sangsang pretended to ask Jiang Qingjiu casually while walking halfway.
Jiang Qingjiu knew clearly that Qin Sangsang would not be able to help but ask, "Just know it yourself and don't tell others. Brother Huang is injured."
"What! Injured?" Qin Sangsang was surprised and couldn't help shouting.
"Shh, keep your voice down!" Jiang Qingjiu knew that such a loud voice could not hide anything, so he hurriedly covered Qin Sangsang's mouth.
Qin Sangsang blinked to express that he would be quiet, and Jiang Qingjiu put down his hand.
"How could His Highness the Crown Prince be injured? What happened?" Qin Sangsang asked impatiently.
Jiang Qingjiu told Qin Sangsang everything that had happened during this period. But he didn't tell her that he was reborn.
"Why didn't you tell me after so many things happened? I knew that Nan Rongshi was not a good person and had bad intentions!" Qin Sangsang said while observing Jiang Qingjiu's expression to see if she was unhappy.
"It's okay! You can tell me with confidence, where did the old Qin Sangsang go? You can say whatever you want in front of me." Jiang Qingjiu couldn't help but laugh when he saw Qin Sangsang being so cautious.
"And that Miao Ziru! White Lotus Green Tea! You are not allowed to have any contact with her in the future, you hear me!" Qin Sangsang heard what Jiang Qingjiu said and immediately took advantage of it.
"Okay, okay! I'll listen to you." Jiang Qingjiu laughed, and the two of them had lunch together after laughing.
Jiang Yichen was almost healed, so Jiang Qingjiu immediately gave Jiang Yichen the job of receiving the envoy.
Jiang Yichen laughed, "Qingqing, don't you feel sorry for your imperial brother?"
"Brother Imperial, come on!" Jiang Qingjiu made fists with both hands, pumped up Jiang Yichen, and then ran away.
As expected, Jiang Yichen soon received a letter from a nominal envoy from Nanzhao to Prince Feng Li. The letter stated that the competition was about to take place and that Fengli should entertain the envoys from Nanzhao and not affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries.
"Come here, let the Minister of Rites receive the envoy from Nanrong and stay in the post house, and arrange a secluded place for the third prince of Nanzhao to rest."
"Tell the Minister of Rites that if this matter cannot be handled well, then leave it to the Minister of Rites. I believe the Minister of Rites will be willing to become the Minister of Rites." Jiang Yichen gave the order.
"yes."
Other courtyard.
"His Royal Highness the Third Prince, Fengli Kingdom sent someone to invite me to Nanzhao to stay in the post house." A Nanzhao minister reported to Nanrongshi.
"Who is coming?" Nan Rongshi was very excited. He hoped it would be Her Royal Highness the Princess, or if not, it would be His Royal Highness the Prince, right?
"Yes, the person who came here is said to be the Minister of Rites." The minister stuttered. Seeing the excitement of the third prince, he couldn't bear to break his beautiful fantasy.
"Invite him in." Nan Rongshi's smile solidified on his face.
"yes."
Guo Wenli saw Nan Rongshi's face with difficult to distinguish emotions and secretly thought that this job might not be easy to do.
"I have met His Highness the Third Prince. We have been ordered to pick up the envoys of Nanzhao and enter the post house." Guo Wenli looked at the former hostage, the consort who was abandoned by the princess, and the current head of the Nanzhao Kingdom. He couldn't help but sigh. What a trick of fate. .
"Guo Shangshu is polite. May I ask Guo Shangshu, I heard that Her Highness the Princess is responsible for receiving the envoys this time, why didn't I see Her Highness the Princess?" Nan Rongshi asked after being disappointed.
"The third prince doesn't know something. The princess is no longer responsible for this matter. This matter is left to me." Guo Wenli replied after considering it.
"Although our Nanzhao is not as powerful as Feng Li, we, Nanzhao, are also participating in this competition. Why, doesn't Feng Li take Nanzhao seriously?" Nan Rongshi's face was deep, and it was difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry. .
"The third prince has misunderstood. The subordinate is also sincere and invites the third prince and the Nanzhao envoys to stay in the post house." Guo Wenli wiped away the non-existent sweat.
The Minister of Rites really follows the wind. Just now he was a 'main official', and now he is a 'lower official'?
"I heard that Her Royal Highness the Princess was responsible for the reception of the envoys from the Qinglong Kingdom. Now that Her Royal Highness is no longer responsible, that means returning this errand to His Highness the Crown Prince. Why have I never seen His Highness the Crown Prince?" Nan Rongshi covered his heart. He spoke with a sneer at the aching wound.
"This. It is inconvenient for His Royal Highness to come here, so I have specially ordered my subordinates to come and receive you." Guo Wenli was cautious and trembling, as if walking on thin ice.
"Oh? What's the inconvenience?" Nan Rongshi said aggressively.
"Yes, it is...a major event that endangers our Fengli state body. I apologize for the inconvenience of telling you what it is, and please forgive me, the third prince." Guo Wenli was really sweating now.
Now, I think I can keep my official title.
"Understood, of course I can understand. Then let's set off." Nan Rongshi thought to himself, could the assassination really be successful?
A sword in the heart can kill the prince, which is a good deal.
"Third Prince, please come this way." Guo Wenli breathed a sigh of relief.
"Princess, the people of the Fusang tribe seem to have been prepared. When I went down, they had disappeared. There are only empty houses on the island and this one." Zhuling reported after returning.
gunpowder?
"People are being imprisoned, and the only one who can tell the news, except Nan Rongshi, is that they have anticipated something." Jiang Qingjiu moved the pages of the book, thinking.
"Nan Rongshi cannot protect himself and cannot be taken care of. There must be experts in this tribe. They will definitely contact Nan Rongshi and send people to keep an eye on Nan Rongshi." Jiang Qingjiu ordered.
If you want to lure a snake out of its hole, isn't there a ready-made bait right now?
"Reduce the number of guards in the prison and send people to keep an eye on Miyamoto." Jiang Qingjiu thought, isn't it the young patriarch who is still alive that these people care about now?
"yes."
"Follow me to the prison tonight." Jiang Qingjiu told Zhuling.
After ordering Zhuling, Jiang Qingjiu ordered Zhuyu to prepare some things.
That night.
In the prison, a group of people quietly fascinated the guard on duty, and thanks to their short stature, they made their way smoothly to the place where Miyamoto was being held.
The prison key was found on the jailer's body. After opening it, a woman looked at Miyamoto distressedly and called Miyamoto's name in tribal language.
There was also an older-looking man who urged them to leave here quickly in tribal language.
"Where are we going?" Jiang Qingjiu interrupted suddenly.
The eyes of the old man and the woman suddenly became fierce, and they turned to look at Jiang Qingjiu who made a sound.
The two of them launched their attacks at the same time, attacking Jiang Qingjiu together.
Jiang Qingjiu and Zhu Ling met the enemy together, soared into the air, spun around in the air and flew out a dazzling light curtain. They knocked down the woman's attack with their palms, then turned around and kicked the woman, who fell next to Miyamoto.
Vomiting a mouthful of blood, Miyamoto saw his wife injured but unable to do anything, and struggled to hug her.
Jiang Qingjiu landed, saw this scene, turned around and prepared to work together with Zhuling to subdue the old man.
At this moment, something unexpected happened suddenly.
