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When Yan Zhefei came in, Jing Wang Lingyi and Dingkang's son Zhou Mincai were mixing incense in the Accord in the back garden of the Duke's Mansion.

Seeing this Qianyong Realm Lord whom he hadn't seen for a while, Ling Yi raised his eyebrows and put down the jade pestle and mortar in his hand, and asked casually, "Why did the Realm Master suddenly come to Dingkang when he has time?"

Yan Zhefei's face was covered with a mask, and her tone was cold: "Is there nothing you want to say to me, Your Highness?"

The maid holding the copper basin knelt on the ground and waited for King Jing to wash his hands, and then waited for him to dry his fingers one by one. King Jing slowly threw down the veil, and then raised his eyes and asked her, "What does the Landlord want to hear?"

Yan Zhefei didn't answer.

The maid saluted and left, and when she bowed her head and walked around Yan Zhefei holding the basin, her knees suddenly softened and she fell straight to the ground. She didn't dare to make a sound, she gritted her teeth and tried her best to hold the object in her hand, but she didn't wait for her. Kneeling on the ground, she saw that the solid copper basin in her hand had several cracks from the inside to the outside, which shattered to the ground in her wide-eyed eyes, and the water in the basin wet the carpet and flowed all the way to King Jing's feet. side.

And Yan Zhefei couldn't detect the slightest killing intent on her body, she even smiled slightly.

All the hidden guards hiding in the corner flashed out in an instant, with their horizontal swords blocking King Jing's face.

Meng Chiyi stepped forward calmly, and touched Yan Zhefei's hand under the cover of his wide sleeves.Yan Zhefei glanced over several hidden guards one by one, sneered, and continued to look directly at King Jing: "Where is Qinghe Princess?"

King Jing's eyes moved slightly, and there was no trace of panic or strangeness on his face. He waved back the dark guard in front of him, raised his eyes to meet the eyes behind the mask, and asked with a smile: "Could it be that the Lord of the Land has a reason for harmony with Qing, and he came here for her today?" ?”

Yan Zhefei and Ling Yi looked at each other for a long time, then suddenly suppressed the chill in their eyes, walked up to the armchair opposite King Jing and sat down, and then said in a tone that did not show the coldness just now: "Your Highness, I am too worried, but I advise you Your Highness should tell the truth, I am doing this for your own good. Where are Qing and the eldest princess?"

Ling Yi couldn't figure out the meaning of the Qianyong Realm Master, and with a bit of regret on his face, he sighed: "It would be a pity if the Realm Master had something to do with Qinghe, and I probably won't see the princess now. The Landlord may not be aware of it, but I just heard people say that Qing and Princess Chang went to Nanshan in private for some reason a few days ago, and unfortunately encountered a group of robbers on the way, and unfortunately something happened."

After he finished speaking lightly, he fixed his eyes on Yan Zhefei's eyes, trying to read a little bit of the heartfelt voice of the Qianyong Realm Lord.

Yan Zhefei smiled instead of anger, suppressing the surging blood in her chest, gritted her teeth and said calmly, "Your Highness, I asked the princess for your own good. You may not know that something happened to your mother's queen in Nanshan."

The thunder that resounded through the sky suddenly exploded from the depths of the black clouds over Dingkang City, shaking people's brains.Ling Yi widened his eyes, stood up abruptly, and stared at Yan Zhefei in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Yan Zhefei looked at the terrified King Jing in front of him, and the corners of her lips under the mask couldn't help but wantonly raised: "Your Highness may not know that Nanshan held a Buddhist meeting recently. Under the escort of the emperor's guards, he secretly came to Nanshan to worship the Buddha. Nanshan has put the entire inner temple under martial law, and outside men are not allowed to enter. I think you know better than me that the person who is qualified enough to allow Nanshan to do this is at least the prince and concubine , Princess Dayin, but this distinguished guest is from the imperial capital."

Ling Yi instantly understood the meaning of Yan Zhefei's words, Dayin's national law, after the new emperor ascended the throne, the princes will be sealed off, and no one is allowed to enter the imperial capital without an edict.Therefore, the distinguished guest from the imperial capital could never be the prince and concubine.Now the only princess in the imperial capital is Qinghe, and besides her, there is only one more honorable one—the empress dowager.

Yan Zhefei deliberately slowed down her speech, as if admiring King Jing's gradually pale face: "Just three days ago, there was a fire in a temple in the inner temple of Nanshan, which happened to be where the nobleman lived."

"Since Your Highness said that Qing and Princess Chang didn't arrive at Nanshan, unfortunately something happened on the way..." Yan Zhefei suddenly paused, took a breath and continued: "The one who has been worshiping Buddha in Nanshan for several days is definitely not a princess. , I think His Highness should have a good idea of ​​who lives in the monastery that caught fire."

King Jing took a step back, staggered and fell into the armchair with a wooden face, his eyes were red and he hissed, "You asked me about Qinghe's whereabouts, it's..."

"Yes." Yan Zhefei replied without waiting for him to finish speaking. She stood up and looked down at the mournful King Jing: "Otherwise, Your Highness thinks why I asked the princess for no reason? As I said, I It is for the good of His Highness."

"Your Highness, you don't need to ask me how I knew what happened in Nanshan. I have my own way. Don't you want a righteous one? Now that the righteousness is coming to knock on the door, I advise Your Highness to hurry up. The emperor's people must already be in Nanshan. One step is a downfall."

There was no time to make him sad, Yan Zhefei was right, the emperor's people had already arrived at Nanshan, it would be too late for him, he had to spread the news before the Queen Mother's coffin was transported out of Nanshan.

King Jing took a deep breath, and stopped Yan Zhefei before she stepped out of the Accord: "Wait a minute, Master, how about doing me a favor?"

Yan Zhefei stopped walking, her heart sank, she turned around and said in her usual voice, "Please speak, Your Highness."

King Jing looked into Yan Zhefei's eyes, and said slowly: "I want the leader of the realm to help me kill Yuan Zeliang, the general of Huaize.

He bit the last three words very hard, Yan Zhefei's heart was turbulent, and he said "good".

King Jing stared at Yan Zhefei's back, watching her disappear completely outside the door, and suddenly picked up the celadon teacup on the table and smashed it on the ground.

The shattered porcelain shards splashed everywhere, and Zhou Min followed Ling Yi's gaze to glance at the shivering maid who was lying on the ground, and the guard standing there immediately stepped forward knowingly, covered her mouth and dragged her out.

After a flash of blood, Zhou Min casually glanced out the window, turned his head and said to King Jing: "Your Highness should have made a plan earlier."

"Plan ahead?" Ling Yi said coldly, "The empress mother's trip is secret, only the emperor knows, how did I, an idle prince in Jiangjin City, get the news within two days of the empress dowager's accident? On the contrary, the emperor will turn his army against him, kill his mother-in-law, and the suspicion of thieves calling for a thief may fall on me."

Zhou Mincai thought for a moment: "Now the Nanshan Buddhist Association is in full swing, Your Highness might as well accompany the princess to Nanshan to worship the Buddha."

Ling Yi lowered his eyes and responded, and Zhou Mincai continued: "For the incident at the Huaize waterway, it's time for the Duke of Dingguo to send a letter of apology to the imperial capital. It is not impossible for the fireworks boat to blow up accidentally."

"Fireworks and firecrackers", King Jing repeated in a low voice.

Zhou Mincai smiled slightly: "Yuan Zeliang won't be able to reach the imperial capital, there is no witness, of course there are only fireworks in the boat, and the gunpowder in the Fang family's manor is just illegally used to make some fireworks. There is only plausible material evidence to convict the prince of treason, which is far from enough."

He paused for a moment, lowered his voice and asked, "Your Highness is suspicious of the Lord Qianyong?"

Ling Yi squinted his eyes, looked at the direction Yan Zhefei left just now, and said, "Compared to Yan Zhefei, I believe in Fang Hongzhen more, and our soldiers are raised in Cangwu City, not to mention that when the gunpowder incident happened, Cangwu will be killed." Wucheng had to be on the same boat as us. But Yan Zhefei didn't seem to have done anything other than give me a 'Suhui' to help me pull Fang Hongzhen onto the boat... the heart of the Qianyong Landlord, No one can figure it out."

"So even though Your Highness is very sure that Yuan Zeliang will die before being escorted to the imperial capital, you still let Lord Qianyong go and kill him?"

King Jing said "Yes": "Testing her is one aspect. Since I told Lishan with Dongjun Ling that I want to kill Yuan Zeliang, I have to do a full set of acting. Apart from asking Lishan for 'help', of course I also want to kill Yuan Zeliang. If you want to send someone, it would be best to ask this Lord Qianyong to do it."

Zhou Mincai nodded, his eyes touched the wet carpet, and suddenly remembered the strangeness of Yan Zhefei just now, and couldn't help frowning: "Your Highness, don't you think that the Lord Qianyong seems to care about Qinghe Princess?"

"It's a bit strange..." King Jing tapped on the table with his fingers, pondered for a moment, then turned his head and ordered the hidden guard beside him: "Take some people to find Ming Yu who is next to Yan Zhefei, I have something to ask him .”

He got up and glanced at the rainy and misty sky outside the window, and continued to order: "Tell the princess to leave for Nanshan to worship Buddha tomorrow morning, and send someone to Cangwu City to ask Fang Hongzhen to go to Nanshan immediately. No matter who the emperor sent to Nanshan Whoever, the coffin of the queen mother must never leave Nanshan."

Yan Zhefei left the long street where Duke Dingguo's mansion was located in the twilight, and could no longer stand still, and was about to fall backwards when her body became weak and staggered.Meng Chiyi hurriedly supported her, only to find that the palms of her hands were full of bloodstains cut by deep nails.

She bit her wrist, forcing herself not to cry out, big tears overflowed from her eyes, mixed with the blood on her wrist and fell to the ground.After a long time, Meng Chiyi heard a very low moan from her mouth: "Qinghe..."

Meng Chiyi hugged her tightly, and from the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint figure at the corner of the long street, and frowned and reminded in a low voice, "Ayan, a person who respects the king."

Yan Zhefei stood up straight and wiped away the tears on her face, and tried her best to stabilize her figure so that her back looked as usual: "King Jing has become suspicious of me, he wants a justifiable excuse for treason, Yuan Zeliang must not stay. "

"There are two brothers, one wants to kill the rebels according to the law of the country, and the other wants to raise troops in a righteous way. The coffin of the queen mother is the most important thing, and they are all fighting each other for time. Now that the queen mother is dead, whether it is the emperor who punishes the rebels in the end, or respect On Wang Qingjun's side, they must all be immortal."

Yan Zhefei walked a few steps, grabbed Meng Chiyi's hand, gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Ming Yu purposely didn't tell Jing Wang Qinghe about his relationship with me, because I underestimated this kid's ability...you take someone there yourself Nanshan, if you can capture him alive, you can capture him alive, if you can't capture him alive, he will kill him on the spot, King Jing has already become suspicious of this matter, we must not let Ming Yu fall into his hands."

Meng Chiyi responded in a low voice, and asked again: "Are you really going to kill Yuan Zeliang yourself?"

"Go and kill." Yan Zhefei nodded slowly, and took a breath to calm down: "I don't want these people to question their crimes, and then either imprison or exile, I want them to die, all of them die, it's not enough to kill them all, I want them The Yi people, so they must mobilize troops. Only when the flames of war start can the two families of Zhou and Fang be nailed to the pillar of shame forever. To respect the king and completely settle the heart of rebellion, the Queen Mother must die; I will pay back what they did to the Erfei Medicine Sect back then. Before I achieve my goal, everything can be sacrificed, including myself. Also... including Qinghe."

When she said the last four words, her steps froze, her face turned pale suddenly, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Meng Chiyi turned pale with shock, but Yan Zhefei stopped him from supporting her hand, wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth little by little, and forcefully forced back the tears in his eyes.She raised the corners of her lips, and said calmly when she spoke again: "Didn't he ask me to help him kill Yuan Zeliang? I'll go to Huaize City and meet someone by the way."

The Baicao Rejuvenation Pill arrived in time and arrived at Nanshan that night.

Su Lang stood in front of the Buddhist monastery watching Master Puhui's figure, turned his head to Xinghui and said: "Now you can rest assured, nothing will happen."

Xinghui nodded in response, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Su Lang pulled him to sit down on the stone chair in the promenade, probably because of the rain, the gentle breeze from Nanshan at night brought coolness, and from time to time he could hear the sound of wind blowing through the pine trees.

Tonight's night is very good, the stars and the moon are bright and clear, and the river is in the sky. Su Lang takes out a golden paper dyed with light fragrance from his arms. There is a fat cat's paw print on it.

Su Lang lightly rubbed the red mud paw print on the lower right corner of the letter paper twice, his eyes were gentle, but he gave a "tsk" sound, and his voice was full of disgust: "This Su Dabao is really fat everywhere, even his feet, little yellow croaker Eat too much, you have to starve it for two meals."

Xinghui saw it through when he was in Yinghai City. As long as Su Lang meets Su Dabao, he will immediately lose all his gentlemanly demeanor. They can roll up their sleeves to fight with Su Dabao, and they can only focus on fighting a cat.

Su Lang scanned the contents of the letter with a few glances, raised his eyebrows: "My mother said that Su Dabao might really be pregnant with a kitten, and maybe he didn't eat so fat."

Xinghui took the letter from his hand, and squinted at him when he heard the words: "Then you still complain that people eat too much, and you even go hungry twice."

Su Lang would never admit his prejudice when he was with Dabao, and even started talking nonsense: "It already eats a lot, and the family will be poor by it."

Poor, Xinghui pinched the letterhead and carefully tasted the word "pin" in his heart. Yinghai is poor, and he may have to beg for food in other places.

Su Lang looked at Shang Xinghui's leisurely and cool eyes, and obviously realized that the pot he put on Su Dabao's head was a bit too big, so he coughed lightly and changed the tone: "It will be over later, Dabao's little boy When a kitten is born, let's take one back to the Emperor and raise it, can it have your surname?"

Xinghui leaned on his shoulder, looked up at the sky full of stars, deliberately pulled back the big black pot he had just buckled to Su Dabao, and asked him with a smile: "Didn't you say that the family will be poor?"

Su Lang followed Xinghui's gaze and looked up, and couldn't help laughing: "Poor is a little poor, but the little yellow croaker can still afford it."

The stars line up, the night is bright and deep, and the rock point is lonely and the moon is not sinking.

This was their first and last peaceful night in Nanshan, and every inch of time was worth cherishing.

The author says:

I don't seem to have sent a knife...?