rich little concubine

next day

The originally bustling Huangcheng Street was sparsely populated, and the small vendors who came out early to set up their stalls also packed their things, and went back wherever they came from in a hurry.

Just because of this day, the guards of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion passed through every corner of the streets and alleys in uniform.

Every team of people is full of chilling spirit.

Because their lord has spoken: Even if they dig three feet into the ground, they must be found!

Early this morning, Ran Mofeng came to Ji Ziyang's yard, thinking that he was still injured, so he personally brought the genius doctor Luo Lao over to show him, so as not to cause any problems in the future.

I just opened the door and saw that the quilts on the bed were neatly folded, obviously no one had slept all night.

There was also a letter on the table.

Little Wood just came to fetch water, ready to wait for the young master to wash.

"Where did the concubine go?" Ran Mofeng's expression was very bad.

Little Mumu couldn't answer, he knelt on the ground with a water basin in his hands and faltered, his forehead started to sweat, he hadn't seen the young master come out since he got up.

"Five!"

"The subordinate is here!" For the first time after being a shadow guard for so many years, Ah Wu felt uneasy.

"Come and tell me, where did the princess go?"

Ah Wu knelt down on one knee: "This subordinate has neglected his duty, the lord forgives the sin, maybe... the princess has something to do, and she will be back in a while." When he came in, he saw the letter on the table out of the corner of his eye: "My lord...how about Do you want to read the letter from the princess first?"

He stood up and handed over the letter respectfully.

The moment it unfolded, the air pressure in the room dropped to the extreme, but Mo Feng's face was gloomy, and with a loud noise, the palm of his hand shattered the table beside him.

"Look! Search through the imperial city and find him!" A furious aura ignited, and the roar spread throughout the palace!

Ah Wu took a peek at the letter that fell on the ground. A palm-sized turtle was drawn on the letter, and an egg was drawn on the side.

This...isn't calling the prince a turtle bastard!

Unable to resist wiping the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, Ah Wu prayed in his heart: Princess, you'd better run away!If you get caught, you might be able to fix it by the prince.

The princess of King Zhenbei has run away!The prince is angry!The news spread like wildfire throughout the streets and alleys of the imperial city.

So in the past few days, everyone was in danger, Xuehe led the guards of the palace to search everywhere, non-stop, and some timid people even closed their doors.

In the palace, the emperor was furious: "When my Ruitian Dynasty belongs to him, Mo Feng can't do it alone! It's just that I lost a little concubine, and dare to arrange myself to guard around the city so recklessly!"

"Why should the emperor be angry, anyway...he is also dying." Concubine Ning leaned tenderly in the arms of the emperor, caressing Ran Mo's chest, a look of viciousness flashed in her eyes.

She was favored on weekdays, and the emperor took a fancy to the second prince, and wanted to make the second prince the crown prince, but the eldest prince stood in the way.

Since ancient times, the position of crown prince has been established by the elders but not by the younger ones. The eldest prince was born by the empress, and behind the empress was supported by the Nangong family who controlled the military power.

Although she doesn't know why the emperor doesn't want the eldest prince who has both morality and ability to be the prince, but the emperor's heart is more for the second prince. Some court affairs were brought up with her.

On the surface, the emperor favored the king of Zhenbei, but in fact he secretly wanted to kill him, and she already knew this.

"Since he dared to act so recklessly, the emperor might as well kill him early? To avoid having long nights and dreams." Concubine Ning suggested.

"That's exactly what I meant, and I've let Qiuyi arrange it!" Since he couldn't get what he wanted, it's better to kill him first. On that day in the hall, Mo Feng looked good and walked steadily, the thorn in his heart It's like being pierced in the heart, the deeper the piercing, the deeper.

If he is not removed as soon as possible, his throne will not be stable.

In the frontier army tent, Yijing yawned lazily, the noisy military drills outside gave him a headache.

A soldier outside was wearing armor, tall and strong, with a sword pinned to his waist, striding towards the tent with his head held high.

The blade of the sword collided with the armor, and there was a clanging sound accompanied by heavy and steady steps. The unshaven beard on his face added a bit of heroism to him.

Someone came in as soon as he lifted the curtain.

"Your Excellency, the Lord is here to invite you."

"Okay, I'll come as soon as I freshen up, and I'll trouble General Lin to wait for a while." He had been in the army for a few days, and he finally waited for someone to come.

Lin Hu hugged his chest, stood waiting at the door, and complained along the way: "You literati are really struggling."

Yijing laughed: "Since I want to see your lord, how can you be disheveled? I am expressing respect. Let's go."

Lin Hu led the people towards the main tent in the army.

Standing outside the tent were two soldiers, with one hand resting on their swords at their waists, their expressions were solemn and alert, and they saluted when they saw Lin Hu.

"You go down."

"Yes!"

"Master Yi, please." Lin Hu lifted the curtain for him and made a gesture of please, while he stood outside the door.

In the tent, one person is sitting on the main seat, about 40 years old, wearing a golden armor is very eye-catching, and the whole body is proud, their country is very powerful, and the king travels with armor.

Yijing bent down and saluted.

The person in charge raised his hand, "Since you are in the army, you don't need to be so formal. Take your seat quickly and have a drink with me before we talk about business." Fu Cangming smiled generously.

"Okay, it's better to obey your orders than to be respectful." The table on the side has already prepared drinks, and the wine is very spicy when it enters the throat.

Yijing coughed several times, which made Fu Cangming laugh out loud, and commented: "You Ruitian Dynasty claim to be strong, but you can't even hold a glass of strong wine from our country."

Yijing smiled wryly: "It's because I'm too strong to drink. If I drink another glass, I'm going to stagger." In other people's territory, it's natural to follow other people's wishes.

"My lord, why don't we talk about the business earlier, lest I lose my temper after drinking later and mess things up, the prince will not spare me."

Fu Cangming put down his wine glass, his eyes were bright: "Okay, I won't make things difficult for you, what do you princes want to do?"

It took several hours to talk in the account, and it was already ten minutes after noon when everything was finalized.

Fu Cangming was very satisfied, smiling all over his face, promising him a lot of benefits, so why not do it: "In this way, you can live in this army with peace of mind."

"Thank you, my lord!" Yijing stood up and cupped his fists: "There is one more thing, I wonder if the lord can find it?"

"This Gu is rare, but it happens that there are people who are good at making Gu in this country. I have brought this thing," he said, and took out a jade box the size of a palm, with a little narrowness in his eyes: "But your lord wants this thing to make. What?"

Yijing smiled awkwardly, didn't he ask the question knowingly!

Pour a basin of cold water over your head.

Ji Ziyang tried his best to open his heavy eyelids, and woke up faintly, with a severe headache. After a while, what happened before slowly came back into his mind.

He was caught.

"This kid finally woke up." The person holding the basin wanted to splash it again.

Ji Ziyang was drenched all over, his clothes were tightly attached to his body, no one place was dry, and there were large water stains flowing around his feet.

Apparently he had been in a coma for several days, and was splashed with water several times a day, so the dark room was extremely humid.

He moved his body, but found that his hands and feet could not move. He was bound to the wooden frame with his arms wide open and his wrists bound by iron chains.

Ji Ziyang smiled miserably, he would have to suffer after leaving the palace, what kind of fate is he!

"Look at him, he's still laughing when he's about to die!" One of the two tall and round men standing beside him said.

When the sound of footsteps came from the door, the two immediately bowed their heads and knelt down, and a woman walked past them lightly: "Your servant welcomes the princess."

As expected, it was her, Ji Ziyang sneered again.

The maid built a chair in the room, and Jiarou sat in it leisurely, not annoyed by Ji Ziyang's sneer, since everyone had already fallen into her hands anyway.

Youyou said: "You will not be able to laugh when you are sentenced later."

"Princess, I have never harmed you. Isn't it unfair to blame me?"

Jiarou snorted coldly and raised her brows upside down: "You and Ji Ziqing are like dogs, I miss her staying with me for a long time and spare her life, but her life will only become more and more sad in the future. As for you, this princess has long seen I'm not used to it, but brother Feng still defends you everywhere, what are you, once you die, he will forget about it in a few days."

Ji Ziyang finally raised his head, his face was pale, his lips were chapped, but his eyes were fearless, and he clicked his tongue a few times: "The dignified princess is actually a snake and a scorpion, does the princess think that Mo Feng will marry you if I die?"

"Why not, I can ask my father!"

Princess Jiarou is unruly and domineering, she acts so extreme, but she has been cultivated to look stupid. If she could marry Ran Mofeng, there would be no such thing as Ji Ziyang 800 years ago.

But in the final analysis, it is Ran Mofeng's love debt, why should it be attributed to him, anyway, he is about to die, why not express his tongue quickly, and sarcastically said: "Princess, even if you can marry into the palace, I'm afraid you can't get it back." He likes it."

"I am a princess, so he will naturally cherish and love me in every possible way."

"But if he didn't really want to fall in love with the male concubine for a while, but if he really... broke his sleeve?"

Jiarou was furious, her chest heaving: "You are talking nonsense! Come on! Hit me!"

The two people standing aside took the whip hanging on the wall and lashed at the bound person fiercely.

The strength is so great that each whip is stained with bright red blood.

Ji Ziyang's face became paler and terribly pale, and his whole body trembled with pain as he lashed his flesh with a whip.

"How can you enjoy yourself like this, you, go and get a basin of salt water!" Jiarou finally showed a smile on his face.

"Yes!"

Xuehe has found some clues of the fight in the past few days, and also secretly inquired about several private residences of the princess, only one, and the number of people coming and going has increased recently.

Although they act carefully, there will always be traces.

"Jiarou?" His tone was icy cold, and the coolness seemed to seep into the bone marrow.

"It was indeed the princess's doing!" Xuehe's investigations never made mistakes.

"Okay, if the concubine suffers any damage, I will definitely let her pay it back a hundredfold!"

He King of Zhenbei has always kept his promise!