"Why did Prince Jin take me back to Jing'an City?"
Even if the situation is unfavorable, Ning Wuyang still remains calm and self-possessed.
Judging from the reaction from the first day of Jiachu to the present, before Hua Yi finished testing the character "Zhou", the Jin Palace did not suspect that Zhou An was dead.
Besides, what does Zhou An's death have to do with him?
Su Rui also felt that Jiachu was deliberately looking for trouble, so he spoke up.
"Mr. Ning has a good question! Regardless of whether An Hou is alive or dead, this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Ning. A mere guard from the Jin Prince's Palace is talking nonsense here. Do you think it is the order of Prince Jin?"
Even if it is the order of King Jin, no good citizen can be taken away from the place under his jurisdiction at will.
Jiachu saw that everyone present was protecting Ning Wuyan, and at this moment he finally realized why the young marquis found it difficult to survive in daily life in Jinling City.
I finally figured out why the young Marquis wrote those two lines of letters in his family book.
No.
That's not a letter.
Those are last words!
"If I die, it will be at the hands of Ning Wuyan."
Jia Chu suddenly said this, successfully attracting everyone's attention.
Even Ning Wuyan couldn't help but wonder whether the guard saw that his side had a large number of people and was afraid of the enemy, so he deliberately wanted to force him to death.
"Young man, whether it's Mr. Su, me, or Zhizhen Taoist here, we are all His Majesty's cronies, and we can be regarded as prestigious figures in the Daxing Kingdom. Do you think you want to blackmail Ning Shixian with just one life? We Will you agree? Will Your Majesty agree? Will everyone in the world agree?"
Hua Yi is definitely not saying that Jiachu's life is inferior to that of Ning Wuhuang.
But this dirty method is in vain even if it is used.
In order to save someone's life but also to avoid trouble for Ning Wushu, he could only give him good advice.
"Put down the sword in your hand. If you have any questions, it's not too late to wait until you find An Hou."
"late."
Jiachu took half a step forward and approached Ning Wuyan.
"What I just said is exactly the family letter that the young marquis sent to the palace. The prince saw this family letter and was worried that the young marquis would be persecuted by others, so he asked me to take the young marquis back to Beijing. Unexpectedly, the young marquis Now that I am in danger of being killed, I can only fulfill the young Marquis’s last wish and bring Ning Wuyan back to the prince for disposal.”
There was silence in the hall for a moment.
Ning Wuyan recalled Zhou An's last words in his mind.
If I die, it will be at the hands of Ning Wuhuang.
He secretly laughed at himself: Sure enough, he underestimated Zhou An's stinginess and cruelty.
"The sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortunes and blessings. If An Hou chokes to death while drinking water, will your Jin Palace blame me for his death and make me pay for it with my life?"
Ning Wuhuang did not think that Zhou An left a last message to King Jin when he predicted that the assassination would fail.
He only felt that Zhou An wanted to tell King Jin of his determination to kill him, and that if he really died one day, he also wanted to use him as a back-up.
Zhou An engraved his hatred for him not only in his bones but also on his tombstone.
Su Rui even laughed angrily: "Mr. Ning's words are unreasonable or not. Should Anhou's personal life and death be tied to Mr. Ning? Even if Anhou is the emperor's grandson, there is no such truth in this world."
"No one can guarantee which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident." Hua Yi understood Jiachu's mood when he heard the bad news, and he also knew how the Jin Palace treated its servants.
But Zhou An's stubbornness got in touch with Ning Wuchang. Before Zhou An's body was found, Jia Chu relied on a letter from home to take Ning Wuchang to the capital in front of him?
Before dreaming, I didn’t know which direction Jiachu had to kowtow in order to realize such a beautiful dream.
When A first saw this, he looked sharply at this, then that, and took another step forward.
"Since you and Ning Wuchang are in the same group, I won't be polite to you either. I must take Ning Wuchang away today, life or death!"
The atmosphere suddenly became very solemn, and the war was about to break out.
Hua Yi had martial arts skills at hand, so he was naturally not afraid of Jiachu's intimidation, so he pulled Ning Wuhou behind him and hid him, so as not to start a fight and injure Ning Wuhou, who was already injured.
"Su Zhou, you are no match for him. You don't have to get involved. You just need to protect Mr. Ning."
Su Rui flicked his sleeves heavily and lightly dusted the embroidery thread of his official uniform.
No matter how much Jia Chu doubted their motives for speaking up, as a member of the Jin Palace, he would not dare to hurt the court official in public.
In particular, this court official is still His Majesty's confidant.
Unless King Jin doesn't want to fight for the position of prince.
"Master Hua, I have no intention of being your enemy, please get out of the way."
Jiachu knew that the person with the highest martial arts skills here was Hua Yi. As long as he could convince Hua Yi not to meddle in his own business, he could take Ning Wushu down the mountain.
He did not want to take people directly back to the capital as he said, his mission was to take the young marquis back to the capital.
But Hua Yi didn't tell him the specific whereabouts of the young marquis at all. Lai'an County is not big or small. It is difficult to hide a living person, but if it is a dead person, if you want to dig three feet into the ground to find it, you can still find it. I don’t know how to find the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.
Jia Chu had an intuition.
As long as Ning Wuxu is caught and brought down the mountain to Lai'an County today, the body of the young marquis will definitely be found. On the contrary, even if the young marquis is really dead, he may not even be able to bring the body back to the palace for the prince.
"Step aside!"
After a loud shout, Jiachu swung the sword in his hand towards the piece of paper with the word "Zhou" written on it that Hua Yi was holding.
Hua Yi narrowed his eyes and did not retreat. Ren Jiachu split the paper in his hand into two halves. His fearless attitude in the face of danger also showed his determination.
"I will not retreat. If you want to ask Mr. Su or others to help you to investigate the location of An Hou, everyone can help you. But if you want to take Ning Shixian away for no reason, no one is present. Will agree."
"Then I will beat you until you agree!"
Jia initially raised his sword to strike again.
Hua Yi's figure has moved out of position, his fingers turned into claws, ready to grab the sword when Jia first stabs him.
"Slow down, slow down."
Seeing that these people were about to start a fight in the hall where he was receiving guests, Taoist Zhizhen hurriedly stretched out his arms and walked between the two of them.
Hua Yi took a step back when he saw this.
When Jiachu saw Zhizhen Taoist approaching, he not only did not retreat, but took advantage of the moment when Hua Yi retreated, found an opening, raised his sword and stabbed Ning Wuchang's hanging left arm.
From Jia Chu's point of view, it didn't matter to him whether Ning Wu was injured or not.
He just wanted Ning Wuyang to dodge from behind Hua Yi with this sword, and then take the opportunity to capture Ning Wuyang.
Hua Yi saw through Jia Chu's intention, but he couldn't guarantee whether a little naughty guy like Ning Wuhuang would trust him to stop this sword. He thought that if Ning Wuhuang was captured by Jiachu, with the style of doing things in the Jin Palace, Ning Wuhuang would It's really a matter of fortune and misfortune, and Zhou An may be buried with him.
In the end, the Jin Palace put the blame on the slave who rebelled against his master and left home. Your Majesty will never let Jin Jin exchange his life for a dead man.
To the people in the Jin Palace, Ning Wuyan might just be a burial object.
But for the thousands of people in Daxing, if Ning Wuhang died, not less than ten thousand people would be buried with him every year just because of dysentery.
Hua Yi's right hand turned into a claw, and he grabbed the sharp sword tip regardless of his own safety, and shouted angrily.
"How dare you, Shuzi!"
