fake prince

Chapter 1316 Fear
"A small leak will sink a great ship"

King Qi thought about it, and walked away. At this time, the sky was dark, and the raindrops were falling, making the leaves tremble. He was originally uneasy, but listening to the sound of the rain, he gradually calmed down.

Xie Zhenqing didn't seem to realize that King Qi had the idea of ​​killing the donkey, or even if he knew it, he didn't care. He "sent" all the letters out and decided on the start date. Xie Zhenqing followed a few steps, seeing King Qi Walking, a little flustered from the beginning, gradually unhurried, calm and composed, can't help jaw.

"Worthy of being a descendant of the Great Ancestor!"

King Qi's performance today made him a little impressed. The previous panic was actually human nature. Xie Zhenqing asked himself, if he was just an ordinary person, he would also panic when he encountered such a thing.

The difference is that heroes can clean up their emotions, but mediocrity cannot.

"A person who is clever is called a hero, and someone who is courageous is called a hero."

"King Qi still has some qualifications!"

But that's it, Xie Zhenqing bowed, waved his hand and said to the king: "If you encounter a big event, you must be quiet."

"It's still late, since the important matters have been dealt with, the prince can go to rest first."

"Every major event needs to be calm!"

It's not that King Qi didn't understand, he nodded, and even though he wasn't too excited, he felt tired and sleepy as soon as he relaxed, and said immediately: "I'm going to practice alone, I depend on my husband for important things, and I have to rest earlier! "

"Tomorrow morning, come to disturb Mr. again!"

Saying so, King Qi turned around, and there was a servant girl to help him put on his clothes. Even though there was a corridor, there were also eunuchs who held up the umbrella to prevent the rain from slanting.

After a while, the person disappeared, Xie Zhenqing restrained his smile, stood under the eaves of his small courtyard, and looked up at the sky expressionlessly.

The dark clouds hadn't dissipated completely, and they still weighed heavily on the sky above the capital.

This kind of cloudy and rainy weather may not change until after the heavy storm has passed.

young dragon...

After reading these two words, Xie Zhenqing looked at it blankly for a long time, then turned around and went back to the house after a while.

Even if it is coming, it is not coming today, and it is not worth waiting for him now, and what worries him even more is—why, the big event will be leaked?
King Qi was comforted by him, but Xie Zhenqing herself became worried and even panicked.

How did the emperor know?

In fact, the remnants of the collusion of the King of Shu that I know are partly known, but most of them are fabricated. How long can I accuse the King of Shu like this?

"Forget it, just like 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 not!"

"I'm going to rest too, or my body won't be able to bear it!"

After thinking about it for a while, she felt a fishy smell in her throat. Xie Zhenqing didn't dare to think any more, closed her eyes and adjusted her breathing.

After more than half an hour, the rain finally turned to light, only bits and pieces of rain fell.

At this time, there was finally a light snoring sound.

capital morning
Not only the shops, but also some good locations, people came early and set up the stalls in different places, especially the most snacks at this time - wontons, dumplings, pancakes, steamed buns, the oily smoke and white mist were lingering, exuding a tempting smell. fragrance.

"I haven't eaten for a long time, so I'll bring you two too!"

"Yes!"

A bullock cart was heading south of the city, and its destination was the military camp not far from the South Gate, which was the camp of Linanwei, which was five or six miles away.

The middle-aged man sitting in the bullock cart was none other than Jiang Qifeng, commander of the Lin'an Guards, who was also the "lucky guy" in the eyes of the world who had won the title of Earl of Jiuxiang.

After all, if his brother hadn't died in an accident, the title of Earl of Jiuxiang and Commander of Lin'an Guard would not have fallen to Jiang Qifeng.

"Grandpa, here, fresh fried dough sticks!"

Several personal soldiers followed on horseback, handed it up, and the coachman who drove the cart took it and sent it in. The coachman was tall and burly, and he swung his whip smoothly, and he was stronger than the elite soldiers in the army.

It's no wonder that even in the uncle's mansion, they were originally from military bosses, even the coachman, they are also people who can talk to the uncle's side, which is impossible.

You know, Jiang Qifeng is in charge of Linanwei, but he is a person with real power, Jane is in the heart of the emperor!
After only a few sips, and less than a mile away from the gate of the mansion, there was a sudden sound in the originally quiet bullock cart, as if someone inside had exclaimed.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" the coachman, who was the closest, asked hurriedly.

The soldiers guarding the front and rear of the ox cart also reined in slightly and slowed down.

If the uncle in the bullock cart didn't make a sound, the next moment the coachman stopped the bullock cart, and his own soldiers surrounded the bullock cart.

Fortunately, Jiang Qifeng's voice soon came from inside: "It's okay."

Hearing the sound, it really didn't look like something happened, so the coachman breathed a sigh of relief and continued to drive forward.

In the bullock cart, the person who just replied was sitting, except that his voice sounded normal, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

A letter was being held in Jiang Qifeng's hand, and the letter appeared suddenly.

After Jiang Qifeng finished eating a deep-fried dough stick, he was drinking tea slowly from a teacup. With his status and status, the ox cart drove slower. Naturally, walking on the roads in the capital would not be too bumpy. Not only could he drink in the ox cart Tea, if you are sleepy, you can take a nap.

As a result, when he was drinking ginseng tea comfortably, the letter appeared out of thin air and fell down.

Just landed in front of him and was subconsciously caught.

"It's King Qi's handwriting!"

With just one glance, Jiang Qifeng's face turned pale.

This letter was written to himself, and the font was familiar. It turned out to be King Qi's characters. Whether it was the letter itself or the way it appeared, Jiang Qifeng felt terrified and uneasy.

Who is King Qi and what happened to him, as the commander of Lin'an Guard, how could he not know?
Even if he didn't read the letter, he could vaguely guess what King Qi wanted him to do now.

Jiang Qifeng stared at the letter, trembling, he couldn't hold the letter, and the light letter fell directly on the ground of the bullock cart.

Jiang Qifeng didn't bother to pick it up, but just clenched the teacup in his hand, and as his hand kept shaking, the tea splashed out.

In normal times, even if a little tea fell on him, he would change his clothes immediately. How could a pampered person suffer such "wrongedness"?
But now, he doesn't care about these at all!
I don't know how much time passed before Jiang Qifeng seemed to come back to his senses, put the tea bowl on the small table beside him, bent down slowly, and picked up the letter.

Open the cover of the letter, pull out the flesh of the letter, and unfold it for a closer look.

Even though he had expected it long ago, he couldn't help trembling slightly after watching him carefully, almost wanting to tear up the letter just like that.

"It's just..." Jiang Qifeng clasped his fingers together, took a deep breath, and looked around in confusion.

But King Qi is in control of his own lifeline, if he doesn't follow suit, King Qi will definitely spread the news about killing his father and brother.

No matter what your position is, once you commit this crime, you will die, and your death will stink!

Not to mention the succession of descendants to the nobility, the title of Jiuxiang Bo will definitely be deposed, and even if the descendants survive, they will be demoted to civilians and exiled to the frontier.

Such an ending is more unacceptable than simply killing himself!

(End of this chapter)