"Oh!"

When Ying Ziye heard this, he smiled softly and said without hesitation: "Isn't it that the empire is attacking South Vietnam recently? The King of South Vietnam hates me very much and has assassinated me many times."

"The son of a rich man will feel safe even if he doesn't sit in the hall and carries an army with him."

It's just that these words are pure nonsense.

All the marquis and nobles were stunned when they heard this statement.

How can you make it up like this?!

Zhuo Qinghou didn't believe Ying Ziye's words at all!

Marquis Guangping even sneered in his heart.

But if someone is the Eighth Prince of the Empire, everyone can only pinch their noses and recognize him.

"hehe!"

Zhuo Qinghou smiled and didn't ask any more questions.

"As for what to do when you come here..."

Ying Ziye pondered, looking at all the marquises and nobles, and said, "If you don't ask me, I have to ask you first!"

"My father's imperial edict has called you here, how come you have arrived in Xianyang and not entered the city?"

He asked rhetorically.

From the person being asked to the person asking the question, his momentum suddenly increased.

this!

All the marquises found it difficult to deal with, and this eighth young master was really difficult to deal with.

Attack them directly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Fengqing Marquis Jiang Xingsheng smiled awkwardly and said, "That's it. We come from other places and are not accustomed to the local environment."

"In addition, the weather has turned cold, so some people have caught a cold and caught wind chill."

"Ah sneeze!"

As he spoke, he pretended to sneeze.

Zhuo Qinghou also helped to cover up, and said with an embarrassed smile: "It would disturb the Holy Master, so I plan to wait until I recover before entering the city."

Ying Ziye smiled lightly, but he couldn't help but curse in his heart: "What a fool, this is..."

A dignified imperial military knight, even if it is hereditary, he also has martial arts skills. How could he be infected with wind and cold at the end of October before the light snow falls?

Ying Ziye said: "Everyone, my master also has some medicinal wine in his house, which is good for clearing away heat and detoxifying. There are also imperial doctors in the palace. Why don't we let them diagnose and treat it."

However, Zhuo Qinghou and others declined: "No need, just rest for a few days."

They were determined not to enter the city.

Ying Ziye also noticed it and simply said: "I am here to invite you all to come to the city to meet my father tomorrow."

"Are you unwilling to resist and disobey the order?!"

The words just fell.

Marquis Sheng Yun stood up and said hurriedly: "Eighth Young Master, that's not what you said."

"We just caught the cold and were afraid of infecting it to His Majesty, so we were forced to do nothing..."

No one wanted to be accused of unfounded charges by Ying Ziye, and other marquises and nobles also spoke one after another.

All in all, I just don’t want to enter the city.

Ying Ziye shook his head, looked at everyone with cold eyes, and said, "You princes, please go to the city earlier to meet your father, so that you can return home early and celebrate the New Year with your family!"

"If we continue to delay like this, I'm afraid we won't be able to make it to the reunion night when we get home."

this……

Why is the New Year's Eve reunion suddenly mentioned?

All the marquis and nobles did not understand, and looked puzzled.

Zhuo Qinghou's face straightened up and he said, "I don't need to worry about this, Eighth Young Master."

"I'll just wait and hurry up when the time comes."

Marquis Guangping also nodded.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Ying Ziye smiled heartily, stood up, and stopped explaining too much.

I saw Zhuo Qinghou and other nobles looking at each other, thinking deeply about what Ying Ziye said before.

When leaving.

Ying Ziye looked back and said, "Everyone, I will leave behind the tens of thousands of Lishan troops I brought with me."

His face was calm, as if he was recounting an ordinary thing.

However, all the marquises and nobles could not sit still.

"Why?!"

Zhuo Qinghou looked serious and asked.

What is the Eighth Young Master trying to do? If they don't enter the city, they can't ask you to enter the urn and use the army to imprison them in Xianyang.

Now that you don’t have any shame, are you going to use a large army to control it outside the city?

All the marquis and nobles were filled with sorrow and could not calm down.

Ying Ziye put his hands behind his back and said righteously: "There are often bandits and thieves outside Xianyang. Recently, the South Vietnam Kingdom has also sent some killers to follow my son."

"What if they don't open their eyes and take action against the noble Marquises of the Empire?"

"I am afraid that it will not be safe, and I am worried about you all!"

He said it in a grand and grand manner, as if he was really worried about the noble marquises and nobles present.

But among the noble marquises and nobles here, which one is not a human being?

Marquis Zhuo Qing, Marquis Sheng Yun and others thought to themselves: "I'm afraid they don't want to spy on us."

It's just that the Eighth Young Master said so, and there is nothing wrong with what he said.

They had no choice but to accept it without any temper.

late at night.

The sky was dark, and the bright moon was obscured by dark clouds.

All the marquises and nobles gathered together, their faces gloomy.

Old Zhuoqinghou was sitting in the main seat and felt a little surprised after hearing what the Eighth Young Master came to do.

"Ancestor!"

Zhuo Qinghou asked respectfully: "What Eighth Young Master did today has put us in a passive position."

"Even if we delay, I'm afraid it won't be delayed for long."

What needs to be faced must be faced anyway. His Majesty the First Emperor must also know that they avoid entering Xianyang City.

Marquis Guangping also nodded and agreed: "If it is delayed for a long time, I am afraid it will be disobedient to the imperial edict, which is a crime of disrespect!"

Old Zhuo Qinghou nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "That's not the point. I always feel that there is something in Eighth Young Master's words..."

A few days later.

Zhang Han and Wei Zhuang were dispatched to lead the Shadow Guards and the Nilishasha, which was beginning to take shape.

Those involved in the matter in the noble house of the Marquis have been escorted back to Xianyang for interrogation!

Approaching the night.

Dusk has passed, and there is only blood-like light left in the sky.

Eight Young Master's Mansion.

"Master!"

"Eighth Young Master!"

Zhang Han and Wei Zhuang handed the interrogation results to Ying Ziye one by one.

"This is information from the interrogation."

Ying Ziye looked through the file, glanced at it for a few times, nodded slightly, and said with a smile, "That's it, let's go and arrest the person!"

"promise!"

The two of them accepted the order.
To be continued...