I am neither beautiful nor crazy

This corpse can be regarded as the fuse of the soldiers' dissatisfaction with the Second Highness for many days.

The crowd went from rioting at the beginning to extreme sadness, and then to extreme indignation, and even a few impulsively drew their swords and wanted to rush into the camp, but were stopped in time by the crowd.

The soldiers in Northern Xinjiang have always been straightforward and rude by nature, but now everyone's negative emotions have finally reached their peak, and they can't wait to eat them alive.

In the chaotic voice, the words "Captain Qin" reached Jiang Yu's ears.

It is the rank of the deceased.

At this time, His Royal Highness walked out of the tent.

Jiang Yu's eyes darkened a little.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but this person looks even crazier, with a gloomy expression and red eyes.The right arm was hung on the chest by a cloth strip, obviously injured.

"Why?" He glanced at the crowd and said viciously, "Whoever dares to rebel will end up just like this person."

On the ground, Captain Qin was dying, and his blood stained a large expanse of snow on the ground.

And behind the Second Highness, stood a group of sergeants holding sharp knives, bent into an unbreakable shield shape.

"Fuck you, dare to kill my brother, see if I..." A soldier rushed away from the blocking hand in an instant, drew his sword and rushed forward, but before he could get close, he was stabbed by the guard beside the Second Highness pair wear.

The second corpse fell beside Captain Qin, and the faces of the two happened to be facing each other, forming a terrifying sense of confrontation.

"Who else?" Jiang Chibin said bitterly.

Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and now that two people have died in a row, no one dares to step forward rashly.Everyone lowered their heads, suppressing their anger, but they could only do nothing.

"Fuck." The soldier beside Jiang Yu couldn't take it anymore, and was about to draw his sword and rush forward, but Jiang Yu held his wrist firmly.

"Rushing up now is no different from dying." Jiang Yu said softly, "If you want revenge, why rush this moment."

"Want to kill him?"

The voice was low and gentle, as if it came from hell.

"think."

Jiang Chibin's mood became more gloomy and uncertain after experiencing the crowd's disturbance.

He strode into the tent with a dull voice and took a few breaths.Immediately, he suddenly pulled out his saber, and slashed wildly towards the camp tent.

The movements inside could be heard through several layers of tents. Everyone trembled, and no one dared to go in and take a look.

But at this time, a person completely in black walked slowly to the front of the camp. He lowered his head slightly, and even the bamboo hat and veil were opaque and dark.Seeing him, the surrounding soldiers retreated respectfully and made room for him.

"Who is he?" Jiang Yu sat up straight suddenly.

"It seems to be the Taoist chief of Beijiang." The soldier explained, "He came to treat the grandson." He pointed to his forearm.

Jiang Yu didn't say a word, the back gave him an extremely familiar feeling, reminding him of a person he had just met not long ago.

But if this is the case, it may not be too much of a coincidence,

"How long has the grandson's forearm been injured?" Jiang Yu asked.

"It's been more than half a month. I heard that the arrow was poisoned, and it couldn't be cured at first. It is said that the Taoist priests in northern Xinjiang are very good at medicine, so I invited him to treat it."

"How long has he been here?" Jiang Yu suddenly realized something was wrong.

"About four or five days, what's the matter?"

"...It's nothing, just remembering some old things."

"Daoist." The sergeant at the side bowed and pointed to the tent, and a terrifying sound came from inside, "His Highness inside..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Taoist priest in black lifted the curtain and walked in, as if he was unaware of the terrifying loud noise inside.

People around were holding their breath.

And the moment he entered, the sound of the sword waving inside stopped abruptly.

"Daoist, the Daoist laughed." Seeing this person, Jiang Chibin seemed to wake up from the insane numbness in an instant, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He retracted his saber in a panic, and put the mess on the ground back, "Please sit down, Taoist priest."

The man in black sat before Jiang Chibin collapsed, and with his left hand, he unwrapped the bandage on the other's forearm clumsily in order to examine the wound.

"Daoist, is your right hand injured recently?"

The action stopped abruptly.

"...I was the one talking too much." Jiang Chibin smiled apologetically and bypassed the topic again, "Master Daoist, how long will it take for my injury to heal?"

The man in black raised his left hand and stretched out three fingers.

"Three days? That's great, that's great, thank you so much, Daoist."

The Taoist priest in black didn't speak, even with one hand, the movement of applying the powder layer by layer was so fast that it was hard to see clearly.

"Hiss...why is this medicinal powder so painful? I didn't have this last time."

The Taoist priest didn't stop, but pressed the opponent's shoulder with his other forearm, and the movement of his hand accelerated, all in one go.

"Good medicine tastes bitter, but it also hurts." He only said this lightly.

Jiang Yu suddenly left without saying goodbye at this juncture, Xia Zhixing was so angry that he let go of his harsh words, saying that he would never take the initiative to step into the seventh prince's mansion again.

However, Xia Zhixing knew the details better than anyone else.But the problem is that even if he knows where he is going and what he wants to do, he can't get involved in his own capacity.

He is not Xiao Xiangling who can leave whenever he wants, but the prime minister who has a heavier burden than his family.He and Jiang Yu were regarded as personal friends, so he couldn't openly protect Jiang Yu as the prime minister and help him do anything.

But half a day after Jiang Yu left, another horrific incident spread to the ears of everyone in the court.

——The prince died tragically from an arrow in the battle, but his body was never found.

In just one night, almost all the ministers received such a letter from unknown sources.There is only this short line on a huge piece of paper.

It's almost on a horror level.

Not to mention whether the news is true or not, the ability to deliver the letter to everyone in one night, quietly, is one of the few in this world.

At this time, if it is pressed down again, the news will be spread more and more intensely. The emperor simply sent a memorial to the northern border, clearly requesting the generals to report detailed military intelligence and battle reports.

At this time, Yang Guang had been dispatched to bring a group of soldiers to support him, but now the situation was dire and the northern border rarely replied, so it was impossible to send the soldiers and generals to the frontier.

However, within two days, the military intelligence of Kuaima came back, with Jiang Chibin's handwriting on it: His Royal Highness was shot through the heart by an arrow in the battle, and the treatment was ineffective.

In front of the civil and military officials of the court, the emperor spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body, which had recovered for many days, collapsed in an instant.But this time the attack was even more aggressive and inexplicable than the last time. Within a day, the whole person was pale, began to vomit blood, and collapsed as if he had lost a lot of weight.

The capital issued an order to urgently summon Jiang Chibin to return to Beijing immediately, and sent several generals, while Xia Zhixing temporarily handled political affairs for the emperor.

Xiao Xiangling left Beijing without authorization to go to northern Xinjiang, and was caught off guard when he slipped away. The emperor was so angry that he ordered him to be arrested and sentenced.

On the other hand, Beijing urgently checks the source of the letter.It was discovered that the handwriting in all the letters was written by the same person, but no one in the huge palace had any impression of this handwriting.

With the death of the crown prince who was about to ascend the throne as the crown prince, the factional infighting that had subsided slightly started to resume.

Jiang Chibin was charged with a serious crime, and suffered heavy losses when he went to northern Xinjiang to fight. The possibility of becoming the throne is not great.And logically, the third prince may succeed to the throne.

The third prince was intelligent and deeply loved by the emperor, but his temper was weak.If you want to sit on the dragon chair, you still lack some courage.

During the few days when the emperor was bedridden, Xia Zhixing followed his wishes and strictly prohibited anyone from discussing matters related to the crown prince, let alone submitting letters to see him, and offenders would be severely punished.

It has been five days since Jiangyu arrived in northern Xinjiang.

On the night when Jiang Chibin was angry, a small wave of Yang Guang's troops arrived at the barracks.Discussing with Jiang Chibin and the military division overnight how to deal with the enemy, they unceremoniously overthrew the previously set capture strategy one by one.

When all the soldiers heard this, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little brother, I haven't seen you eat anything since I came here, can your body take it?"

"It's okay." Jiang Yu looked sideways, and saw that in the soldier's iron bowl, in addition to the usual grain, there were a few extra pieces of fat.

"General Yang Guang told us to kill a few horses." He explained, "You really don't want to eat them?"

Jiang Yu looked at the fat and oily meat and shook his head.

The two were talking, but Jiang Yu suddenly felt a strong gaze.He looked up immediately, but saw a black figure passing by in the distance, and then stepped into the tent.

The moment he raised his eyes, the man in black seemed to look this way and turned his head.But the distance is very far, and there are many obstacles in between, making people think that the one-sided gaze is just an illusion.

The eerie familiarity came again.

"What happened to the right hand of 'Dao Chang'?" Jiang Yu asked suddenly.

I saw that the man's left arm was exposed, and was frozen into an unnatural flush red by the cold, while his right hand was tightly wrapped under the black cloak, not even a nail was exposed.

"I heard that he was injured." The soldier next to him replied, "I never took out my right hand."

"It's always been like this?"

"You say that...it seems like you haven't heard of it before." The soldier hesitated for a while, "No, it is rumored that the Taoist priest of Beijiang is good at double swords, and his right hand should have no problem."

Jiang Yu's brows gradually deepened.

The person next to him didn't think it was a big deal, so after a few mouthfuls of food in the bowl, he said casually, "Tonight is the night of the full moon."

Jiang Yu's eyebrows twitched.

"Hey, little brother, let me tell you that there is a legend in northern Xinjiang. On the night of the full moon every month, the gate of ghosts opens, and hundreds of ghosts come out. Everyone has revenge for revenge, and revenge for hatred..."

"...That's natural." Jiang Yu paused, then turned his head away, his eyes flickered with unknown meaning, "But revenge and resentment are not something only ghosts can do."

Following Yang Guang, several generals will go to northern Xinjiang to help, and the military spirit that has been hanging in the air in recent days has finally stabilized a little.

At night, the barracks was silent. Jiang Yu just leaned against his back and took a nap for a while, and didn't intend to sleep for too long.

At the same time, a fast horse is also far away from the prosperity of the capital, stepping into the lonely moonlight of northern Xinjiang alone.

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