The more King Jin talked, the angrier he became.

During this period of time, he was afraid that Zhou An was stubborn and refused to return to the capital. He was still regretting that he only sent Jiachu there. He should have sent two more people. If Zhou An refused to return to the capital, he would directly beat him unconscious and tie him up.

Drag it back.

There is no need to wait for the tobacco seeds to arrive in the capital for the past month and worry about when Zhou An will return.

He was also worried that Zhou An would come back too late. After Zhou Jingxian's tobacco seeds were delivered to the capital, King Kang used Zhou Jingxian's connections to contact Ning Wuchang privately and asked Ning Wuchang to help him grow tobacco.

I was going to wait for Zhou An to come back, so I immediately forced Zhou An to write a handwritten letter and send it to Jinling to apologize to Ning Wuchang.

At this time, when he saw that Jia Chu had returned, but Zhou An did not come back with him, he laughed angrily.

"What's going on? That traitor has gone out for a spin, his wings have hardened, and he has stopped seeing me if he doesn't want to see me? Jiachu, I asked you to bring the person back. If you don't bring him to me, it won't be considered as bringing him back.

Go and bring that traitor to me. If he doesn’t want to come, I’ll knock him unconscious and drag him over!”

Jiachu, who was kneeling on the ground, felt very complicated after hearing King Jin's words.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't stop coughing.

At this time, King Jin finally discovered that Jiachu seemed to be unwell. He also looked ten kilograms lighter than before leaving the capital, and his clothes seemed to be hanging empty on his body...

"Your Majesty."

Jiachu pulled off the scarf that covered his face, revealing a pale face, which shocked King Jin.

"Jiachu, what's wrong with your dead face? Are you sick? Or injured?"

In the ten years since Jiachu became the leader of his secret guards, he had never seen Jiachu in such a miserable state.

Thinking of this, King Jin couldn't help but became furious: "Did that traitor Zhou An hurt you?"

"No...ahem...I was injured by Hua Yi."

Who? Huayi?

Oh, Huayi.

The King of Jin thought that after Hua Yi retired and returned to his hometown, he also went to Jiangnan Road. He should have returned to his hometown of Jinling. It is indeed possible to meet him in Jiachu.

But he thought of the friendship between the Jin Palace and Hua Yi, and frowned: "Why were you still injured by Master Hua? Was it that boy Zhou An who provoked Master Hua?"

"No...ahem..."

King Jin felt relieved when he heard Jiachu's rebuttal, but seeing that he kept coughing, he sounded distressed and a little impatient, so he quickly called the servants outside to find the doctor in the palace to treat his injuries.

Then, he personally poured a cup of tea for the hard-working secret guard leader.

"Thank you...ahem..."

"Speak less."

The implication was that Jia Chu was the one who focused on the key points.

After King Jin put the teacup in his hands, he looked outside again.

"Did Zhou An go to his courtyard? Come, call the young Marquis. I want to ask him what trouble he got into in Jinling!"

The guard standing outside the door looked blankly at Jiachu, who was still pouring tea into his mouth. The two-foot-long monk was confused.

When did the young marquis return to the palace?

Why didn't they hear the news?

"Ahem!"

Jia Chu wanted to speak, but was choked and coughed again. Seeing that King Jin still wanted to hold the young prince accountable, he smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to call the young prince, he is here."

"He's here? Where is he?"

King Jin subconsciously blurted out a question.

Then Jiachu reached out from his arms and took out an oil paper bag.

King Jin looked at the oiled paper bag suspiciously. Just when he thought it might be Jiachu's medicine for his wounds, he was still thinking that Jiachu started to apply medicine in the middle of his words, which was unsightly and unruly.

When Jiachu opened his hands tremblingly and opened the oil paper bag, revealing the black gray ashes mixed with, and there was a small finger in the inside, the pupil of the Jin King shrank sharply.

He drank: "At the beginning of A, what are you doing?"

Take the ashes as a injury, did you hurt the inside, or did you hurt your mind?

"Lord Lao Lao closed the door first, this matter ... must not be passed."

The painful expression of the beginning of Jia made the Jin King's heart.

Looking at the finger that was burnt black and gray, he suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

Didn't bring Zhou An back back?

Is this fingertips killed by Zhou An?

If so, he should have received the news long ago.

King Jin knew that Jichu would never be targeted. With doubt, he still closed the door, and he helped Jiachu to sit on the chair to sit.

"Thank you, Lord."

When A was in the first day, he held the cloth bag in his hand and handed it to the king of Jin.

This made King Jin suddenly feel very obscure. He felt that he was so much. He knew that he had kicked his nose on his nose and wanted him to help him get the ashes. He should let Jiachu continue to kneel on the ground.

"At the beginning of A, although King Ben's hand had a lot of life, it was not appropriate to hold this ashes in person. I see you so cherish it, so you keep it yourself."

Jin Wang's tone is a bit bad.

At the beginning of Jia, he heard that King Jin was angry. He originally wanted to tell Wang Ye slowly what happened to Xiao Houye.

At this time, in order to prevent Jin Wang from turning the ashes to the ground with a slap, he had to tell the truth directly.

"Wang Ye, this is the ashes of Xiao Houye."

"..."

King Jin stunned again, and looked at the beginning of A at the beginning.

"You say it again, who is this ashes?"

At the beginning of Jia, he really hurt his mind and went crazy.

Actually dare to say that a handful of ashes in this oil paper bag is his son?

absurd!

It's absurd!

"Lord, I know that you suddenly hear the bad news and it is difficult to accept, but I dare to swear with my life. I am not crazy, and I said it is not right.

"impossible!"

King Jin blurted out, slapped on the table with a slap, and shed it.

"An'er is Hou Ye, the father of his father, and the descendants of the royal family. Only his killing of him. How can someone kill him?

Want to build a rebellion or want to destroy the Nineteen?! "

King Jin's yelling loudly made Jiachu look out of the door.

"What to look at, at the beginning of A, if you were not the leader of the dark guard, I would never be delivered to you in such a heavy task in recent years. Now you dare to tease me with An'er's death.

Isn't that pilot that makes you do this? "

"This Jinwang Mansion is still the master of Lao Tzu. Is he forced you to make you do so with your family's life? Tell me where he is.

Even if you curse yourself, you can do this kind of thing, it is crazy!

King Jin was furious, but saw that the two eyes of Jia were red, and there was no panic that was pierced through the truth. He was still the painful expression. Even if he hadn't taken the ashes, he held his hands respectfully.

Looking at that finger, a strange feeling poured into the heart.

The sense of panic that was lost made King Jin can't help trembling.
Chapter completed!