The Cannon Fodder Big Brother collapsed again

The best way to keep Xiao Lang'an's murder secret is to keep it secret, but the news that Qin Feng broke into the camp with a sword on his back with great fanfare has already spread among the army.If there were only Chengxi Army, they might still be able to issue military orders, but the few people brought out by Fang Qian's three-day agreement would obviously not be bound like this.

Right now, Hengku and others are being guarded naturally, but practitioners have their own means.Ji Zheng had a secret conversation with Jiang Zhong and Qi Ruoyun, but in the end he could only order a blockade, speed up the march, and send out a team of troops to respond at any time.Other than that, there is no other way.

The folding fan in Qi Ruoyun's hand was no longer unrestrained, he let out a long sigh: "This time, it's really blatant to force the palace, so why not unite with the one next door?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier followed up and said: "But we are the orthodox princes, and the dragon spirit still exists. Their reputation is not right, so why should we cooperate!"

Qi Ruoyun smiled bitterly: "I was just joking."

While talking, Fang Qian opened the door of the tent and walked in.Ji Zheng has long been impatient to hear, people die when they die, the facts cannot be changed, and quarrels are useless.

At this moment when Fang Qian walked in, Ji Zheng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't hold back anymore, he came to Fang Qian's side in a blink of an eye, and took his hand naturally: "Brother."

He completely forgot about himself, forgot that besides Qi Ruoyun and his own people, there is also a group of rough old men here.

Although the relationship between the two was not a secret in the Chengxi Army, Fang Qian felt a little uncomfortable in front of everyone, no matter how thick-skinned he was.But this discomfort is not enough to cause him to push away his own child: "That Qiuhan has never practiced swords, but it's hard to guarantee that he won't conspire with others."

Hearing this, one of the people in the account asked puzzledly: "If it's just to give an explanation, why don't we just find someone to take the top? Why bother to find the murderer."

Jiang Zhong sighed helplessly when he heard the words: "In fact, even if the real murderer is handed over, people in the Dynasty will not believe it."

When he said this, the man became even more confused: "Then why are we looking for the real murderer?"

Qi Ruoyun raised his forehead with a headache. The people in the army are very rough-minded and straightforward in their actions. They don't think about it. It's okay to take them to discuss how to fight. My 'guest of honor', now being murdered strangely, there will always be a result."

Fang Qian was dragged by Ji Zheng to sit in the upper seat, and only then said: "No matter what, this murderer cannot stay in the army."

Seeing that everyone was lost in thought, since there was a need to rush for time, there was no need to delay any longer, Ji Zheng finally made a decision and said: "The whole army is set off, and we will discuss the rest of the journey."

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The murder of Xiao Lang'an fermented much faster than they expected, and Jiang Zhong received a letter from the capital after noon.

There are the most Chinese people in Beijing, so it is easy to say that Bai is black.When a piece of paper was sent into Ji Zheng's car, Fang Qian took it and looked at it, and was happy.

In just a few hours, Jingzhong is already preparing to send troops, and there is even an emotive statement, describing the reckless and witty eldest prince as a benevolent successor, and denouncing the city west army for taking advantage of the first prince's orders inhumanely. He was held hostage when he went to Canglangzhou to capture the rebel.Although Xiao Lang'an was held hostage, he still had the arrogance of a royal family, he refused to submit, and was eventually murdered to death.

Fang Qian seemed to have the feeling of reading a script.

Sitting opposite Fang Qian, Qi Ruoyun watched Fang Qian go back to warm the wine after reading the written content, and there was a copy of Chen Shuyu's handwriting in his hand, feeling a little helpless: "The royal family's reaction is 'quick' enough. .”

"You have been in the army for so many years, yet someone took advantage of your loopholes. It seems that you don't want the reputation of being good at planning." This time, no one suddenly jumped out to assassinate, and Fang Qian's wine was very hot.

Qi Ruoyun raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Obviously you have attracted so many messy people to the army, who knows which one has the problem?"

The two quarreled a lot when they were young, and they always acted that they were unfamiliar in front of other people, but they were much more casual in private.

As soon as Qi Ruoyun's words fell, Ji Zheng boarded the carriage carrying a person who Qi Ruoyun called "a mess", and he was their old acquaintance—Heng Ku.

Fang Qian's wine had just finished boiling, and he immediately took out a glass and asked, "Master, do you want to drink?"

Heng Ku tidied up the monk's robes that were messed up by Ji Zheng and still said with a smile: "Thank you benefactor, it's not necessary."

Fang Qian also just casually made polite remarks, and when he spoke, the glass of wine had already been brought back to his mouth, and after hearing Heng Ku's words, he drank it all in one gulp: "Do you still have contact with the Third Highness?" ?”

Heng Ku was stunned for a moment: "Why did the Immortal Lord say that? I am in the army in the west of the city, and my every move is under surveillance. How can I contact His Highness?"

"There are many secret methods of Buddhism." Fang Qian didn't care about this answer. They could kill people every day if they stared at them, so what's the point of contacting the capital.

Heng Ku was silent for a moment and stopped hiding, and said bluntly: "The murder of the First Prince was not done by someone sent by the Third Highness."

"So there is really a connection." Fang Qian sighed and looked at Qi Ruoyun: "What do you think of this person?"

Qi Ruoyun pointed at himself with the folding fan inexplicably: "You blame me?" Then he pointed the folding fan at Ji Zheng who was sitting beside Fang Qian: "He is the commander of the three armies, shouldn't he be blamed?"

Fang Qian drank and said unreasonably, "Why should I blame my child?"

Ji Zheng sat next to Fang Qian with a smile, without saying a word, just handed the peeled peanuts appropriately, and served Fang Qian with wine, feeling like a small follower.

Qi Ruoyun was speechless, and didn't want to answer, but turned to look at Hengku with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes. It was really not worthwhile to let outsiders see the joke in order to quarrel with Fang Qian: "Master, you have notified the news of His Highness's death to the third Your Highness?"

Heng smiled bitterly and said, "Where do you need a poor monk to inform you about the situation in the west of the city? You are too underestimating His Highness Ji Zheng's status in the hearts of the princes."

Compared with the monstrous ambition, the loss of the dragon aura they were born with would probably make these royal descendants even more choked. It would be fine if everyone didn't have the dragon aura.However, Ji Zheng still bears the dragon spirit and has spiritual roots to practice, so he is born different from them.

The momentum they created along the way to conform to the destiny has now spread throughout the entire continent. For those in Gyeonggi, Ji Zheng's existence is a much greater threat than those anti-kings.

If he is not dead, the princes will have trouble sleeping and eating.

"Extremely boring." Fang Qian raised his head and took a sip of wine. The royal family has no family ties. They are obviously blood relatives, but they have hatred that they want to get rid of them quickly.

It's really boring, the closer you get to Gyeonggi, the more bored you feel, Ji Zheng thought about taking Fang Qian's wine and took a sip.In the past few months, he has traveled with the army, building up his prestige and building momentum.He has been withdrawn all the year round, and for so many years, besides his elder brother, Lin Shaoxin is the only one left by his side.

There are tens of thousands of people in this army, he can't get too close to these people, but he can't get too far away either.Too close to lose the sense of distance, too far to win people's hearts.

But this is not the life he likes, it's not as good as when he was at the outer gate of Taihang, in the small courtyard near Lingtian, what he looks forward to most every day is the moment when the elder brother steps on the moon.

It's much more interesting than fighting for fame and fortune these days.

Fang Qian didn't pay attention to Ji Zheng's inexhaustible emotions, and then looked at Heng Ku again after feeling emotional: "Monk, do you still want to resurrect someone?"

Heng Ku paused as he twirled the beads: "This has nothing to do with Xianjun."

This monk clearly has broken his killing karma, but he can't tell lies, so frankly, people are at a loss for words.

"I saw a man resurrected from the dead among the boats on the Xingzhou River." Fang Qian thought about it and changed his words: "It is not very accurate to say that it is a human being. It is probably neither alive nor dead, neither human nor demon."

"Is it really good to drag people back to hell on earth because of love? Is this really love?"

"Amitabha." Heng Ku recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, then smiled and said, "All living beings are suffering, but this is also the choice of all living beings."

Fang Qian's expression darkened: "This is clearly your choice."

Heng Ku smiled and said nothing.

After listening for so long, Qi Ruoyun probably guessed what Fang Qian and Hengku said, and couldn't help asking: "How many times have you practiced Buddha, why don't you wait for the next life?"

Heng Ku shook his head: "Afterlife? He is no longer him, and I am no longer me. The Buddha practiced the afterlife, but I don't want to."

Fang Qian suddenly said after Heng Ku said, "Have you ever heard of Chen Shuyu?"

Heng Ku's expression changed slightly, and he looked up at Fang Qian: "Does Xianjun have any news about this person? That's right, he was born in Taihang..."

Fang Qian raised his eyebrows: "Is his handwriting really in the hands of the royal family?"

Hearing this, Heng chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, but did not answer.

"Back to the topic, since it's not His Highness, who does the monk think did it?" Fang Qian took the question for [-] miles by himself, and finally abducted him back alive.

Heng Ku didn't have to think about those things anymore, and his expression eased up a bit.He paused for a moment and said, "The benefactor might as well find out, what happened when His Highness died?"

Fang Qian had checked this point that day, Xiao Lang'an died in the forest near the garrison, besides him, two other Chengxi troops who were sent to Xiao Lang'an's side also died under a sword.

According to Qin Feng's confession, he only heard the sound of the sword, and he was already dead when he arrived.

Could it be that the murderer really came from outside?But how could he accurately grasp the time when Xiao Lang'an was no longer in the account?

After Heng Ku left, Fang Qian picked up Chen Shuyu's handwritten book and continued to read it. It still recorded how he used dragon energy to prolong human life.When he saw the sixth page, he already guessed that this handwriting was copied by his master Tang Jingci himself.

He didn't use his usual fonts, but he still retained his own habits in the subtleties.

Doesn't Master have a grudge against that person?How could he still copy his handwriting, and the original handwriting is now...really in the hands of the royal family?

If so, it should also be in the hands of the highest authority.

That is, His Majesty today...