The story of the rich and the young being tricked into farming

This sentence seemed to be like a huge copper bell respecting more than a thousand catties. Ye Xiaozhou's heartbeat stagnated and his scalp went numb.

Fortunately, he was still sitting on the wooden chair at this time, so there was no embarrassment.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his tone was filled with disbelief: "Is it true?"

"This news is from the secret guard Eleven who is stationed in the Huguo Temple." Cheng Xiaofeng lowered his head and his eyes fell on the toes of his shoes. "In those days in Biezhuang, he was the one who taught the slaves to practice martial arts." ...He has been with the prince for seven or eight years, so what he said should not be false."

After living in the palace for so many days, Eleven, the hidden guard Ye Xiaozhou, also met once, and King Ning mentioned it occasionally, so he had heard it a little bit.

Since King Ning arranged them all in the Huguo Temple, and made him the last life-saving talisman, these should be his trusted confidantes.

The corners of Ye Xiaozhou's eyes were slightly red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't... watch him die."

Chen Mengchu who was at the side couldn't help persuading: "Young master, you are stupid. If King Ning dies, we don't have to stay in Luojing anymore. We can go back to the south of the Yangtze River and live a peaceful life. How good is it?"

Her voice became weaker and weaker, and finally she seemed a little guilty.

She didn't care about King Ning's life or death, but now Han Xiuping's whereabouts are also unknown... He is the most important confidant of King Ning, if King Ning is really beheaded and executed, then he must also be doomed.

Ye Xiaozhou shook his head, his lips turned pale, and his complexion became ugly.

These days, he can't tell clearly, but it seems that he doesn't hate Jing Min so much anymore. Although Jing Min brought him indelible harm in his life, he still saved Ye Hongfang's life after all, and they also It hasn't... come to the point of no return.

Even if he still hated him, he couldn't see Jing Min dying like this.

"Xiaofeng, you have to help me." Ye Xiaozhou looked at Cheng Xiaofeng and said earnestly.

Cheng Xiaofeng was very embarrassed: "But young master, we don't have many people who can use us. You can't break into the prison by force. If you want to rob the execution ground, you are going to die. What the prince has done is not worth it." Is it all in vain?"

"Isn't there a group of hidden guards outside?" Ye Xiaozhou was a little anxious, and his voice suddenly amplified and anxious, "I heard from him that although there are only a dozen or so people, they are all first-class masters...don't try How do you know if you try it?"

"Even if they are experts, they are outnumbered. Do you know how many imperial troops the emperor has? How many soldiers are stationed in Luojing? Even Lan She's wolf guards are enough for us to drink a pot."

Cheng Xiaofeng said word by word: "Master, I'm sorry I can't let you take this risk."

Ye Xiaozhou knew that this matter did not make sense to him, after all, he was just an ordinary person who came here by chance, no matter how courageous and resourceful he was, he would not be able to risk his life for a prince who met by chance.

He stood up abruptly, intending to go outside to find Eleven himself.

Chen Mengchu and Cheng Xiaofeng didn't dare to stop him, they just chased him up.

Eleven is not tall, and he is the petite among all the hidden guards, and the top of his head is just as tall as Ye Xiaozhou.

Ye Xiaozhou met him once in the mansion, and he asked casually at that time: "Who are you?"

Eleven stepped forward with his head down, and answered his name carefully.

Ye Xiaozhou was a little curious. This "Eleventh" sounds... obviously not like a name, but more like a code name.

But after asking a few more questions, Eleven blushed inexplicably and began to stammer and couldn't speak clearly. At this time, Han Xiuping came up and patted Eleven on the shoulder to help him out: "Princess, don't blame me. On Eleventh, he is not very good at communicating with people, especially when he sees someone who looks like Wang Hao, he will even blink his tongue if he says a word."

Now Han Xiuping's whereabouts are unknown, and Eleven is still hanging his head not far away. Seeing Ye Xiaozhou running towards this side in a hurry, with two attendants chasing after him, he subconsciously thought that he wanted to go out, so he grabbed him. Stopped: "The prince has ordered that the princess can only stay here until the matter is settled."

"But Jing Min's life and death are uncertain now," Ye Xiaozhou panted, "We have to find a way to save your prince."

"The princess doesn't have to worry about this, the prince has his own arrangements..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Xiaozhou: "What arrangements can he have? Others are in the sky prison, and you are all left here, what arrangements can he have? Could it be that he is not a human being, and tomorrow he will go to the execution ground?" Can the guillotine cut off his head? Why don't you tell me not to worry?"

His words were accompanied by slight panting and a faint cry, his eyes were red, and he looked like he was about to cry.

Eleven was taken aback, probably because he didn't expect Ye Xiaozhou to behave like this.

King Ning only told him to guard Ye Xiaozhou and listen to Ye Xiaozhou, but he didn't say what to do if Ye Xiaozhou insisted on saving Jing Min.

"You are so loyal to him," Ye Xiaozhou said, suddenly grabbing Eleven's wrist, "how can you just watch him die?"

Eleven seemed to be scalded, and took several steps back.

"But...but..."

At this moment, the abbot of Huguo Temple suddenly walked over.

"Amitabha, the gate of Buddhism is a pure place. How can the two benefactors make such loud noises and disturb the purity of the Buddha?"

Ye Xiaozhou turned around when he heard the words, and turned his eyes to the old monk for help: "Abbot, he said that if something happened, he would go to you. Did he say anything to you? What should I do now... Do?"

The old monk looked at Ye Xiaozhou with a smile, and said in a soft voice: "It's cold and dew outside here, so Master Ye should come in and talk."

They soon came to a meditation room, Cheng Xiaofeng and Chen Mengchu wanted to follow up when they saw this, but they were stopped by the old abbot: "The two benefactors are waiting outside."

After the door was closed, the old monk sat down unhurriedly, poured a cup of tea for Ye Xiaozhou and himself, then looked up at Ye Xiaozhou and said with a smile: "Lord Ye, sit down. "

Ye Xiaozhou's mood was originally impatient, but when he entered this meditation room burning with tranquilizing incense, his mood eased a lot inexplicably.The abbot couldn't tell his age, his chin and head were bald, but it gave people an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

Seeing Ye Xiaozhou sit down, the abbot said in a calm manner: "Han Benefactor left a person and a thing with the poor monk a few days ago, and said that he will teach the poor monk to give you a word when it is dawn today."

"What is that person and thing?" Ye Xiaozhou asked.

"The person is an old eunuch, and the thing is the edict of Emperor Xiaoren." After speaking, he took out a yellowed obscene garment from a wooden box.

Ye Xiaozhou spread out the obscene clothes on the table. On the yellowish silk cloth were words written by the imperial pen and Zhu Pian. He glanced at them and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "This is..."

The first sentence above is weeping blood, it is said that Jing Ling ordered someone to feed her own food, made him sick day by day, and then imprisoned him in Changning Palace, let him die in depression, the signature is Emperor Xiaoren's name.

In the end, there was a chapter left, which didn't look like a trace of Yuxi.

"This was written on the obscene clothes of a servant when Emperor Xiaoren was desperate. The servant took advantage of the sudden death of the first emperor and escaped from the palace desperately. Keep this thing safe and give it to King Ning when his wings are full."

The old monk took a sip of tea, and then slowly said: "At that time, the jade seal was already in Jing Ling's hands, and the seal on it was the seal that Emperor Xiaoren used when he was still the crown prince. Anyone with a discerning eye can understand it at a glance."

Ye Xiaozhou was still in shock, and asked after a while, "Where is that person?"

"That person is the personal servant next to Emperor Xiaoren back then, the old man who followed him out of the hidden mansion, and the only witness left for the events of that year."

"Then since there is evidence from this person, why did Jing Min put these in the Huguo Temple? He can go and tell the world, won't he win without a fight?" Ye Xiaozhou's expression moved slightly, anxious asked urgently.

But the old abbot shook his head: "This throne is not so easy to sit on. Even if the scandal of ten years ago is exposed, it may not be able to pull Jing Ling from the throne. The prince should be waiting."

"Soldiers and horses that can be used by him?" Ye Xiaozhou asked.

The old monk smiled: "I am also waiting for you, Master Ye. What he entrusted to the poor monk is to ask you, Master Ye, whether you want him to die or not. All the witnesses and physical evidence are entrusted to you. The benefactor can kill this person as much as he can, and the physical evidence will be burned, and whether he is alive or dead is only in your mind."

Ye Xiaozhou was stunned for a while, and then suddenly got up: "He must be crazy."

"If the benefactor wants him to live, he will live; if the benefactor wants him to die, he will die—I think if Ye benefactor really chooses to destroy those evidences, he will not have King Ning in his heart at all, and he probably feels that life is meaningless. "The old abbot said slowly, "The poor monk has seen that child before, and he never seems to live for himself. He lives too ostentatiously, and is too stubborn."

"Benefactor Ye—how do you choose?"