Yang Wenqian was born in Suwei. Although he could read, he was by no means able to read without having anything to do.
Therefore, this so-called study room was just a place where Yang Wenqian received and wrote secret letters on weekdays, and also met some visitors who were not allowed to be seen by outsiders.
As for the various books on the bookshelf that are full of them, I estimate that what they looked like the day they were put there is what they look like now.
The young man ran away without a trace, but the man didn't care. He entered the study little by little and found a chair to sit down. It was only then that he finally felt relieved a little.
"Huh... the prince and his secret message should not be placed in such an obvious place." After resting on the chair for a while, the groggy man opened his eyes with great perseverance and slowly walked in the study room.
He glanced around slowly.
"Squeak..."
Suddenly, the door outside opened. The man whose eyes were still on the desk immediately lowered his eyelids and pretended to have done nothing.
At the opened door, Yang Wenqian stood there alone. He glanced at the man with his head lowered in the room with a complicated expression, and then slowly walked into the room.
"May I ask what a strong man is called?" Yang Wenqian asked first after closing the door.
"Don't dare!" The man gritted his teeth and stood up, saluting Yang Wenqian: "The prince is guarding Wang Qi!"
"Oh? Personal guard?" Yang Wenqian sighed as if recalling, and then asked: "Brother Wang, you came from Chang'an? What is this on your body?"
"These are just minor injuries on my body, nothing to worry about! It's just that the prince has something to say, and I must tell you in person!" Wang Qi continued to answer with cupped hands, feeling a little strange at the same time?
Li Shimin's army outside is clearly pressing down on the gate. Why does the man in front of me not seem to be in a hurry?
"Ahem, if the prince has any orders, it's okay for Brother Wang to say so!" Yang Wenqian glanced at Wang Qi, stepped forward gently, and listened.
Looking at Yang Wenqian who was leaning closer, Wang Qi's heartbeat suddenly accelerated!
He licked his dry lips and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't talk about orders. The prince just asked me to ask you. How many people know about the armors he gave you now?"
"About the armor?"
Yang Wenqian's cheeks trembled, and then he replied in a low voice: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gave the order at the beginning, so I am the only one who knows about this matter. Everyone else just thinks that the batch of armors are normally allocated by the imperial court."
"Oh? You are the only one who knows? Very good, very good..."
When Wang Qi heard this, he couldn't help but smile slightly at the corner of his mouth. He nodded and lowered his voice to Yang Wenqian: "But the prince still has a message. Let me say it to you alone. Come here."
Yang Wenqian frowned when he heard this, but he didn't question it. He just took a step forward again: "What's the message?"
Looking at Yang Wenqian who was almost clinging to him, the smile on Wang Qi's face instantly turned ferocious! At the same time, a sharp knife appeared inexplicably in his hand!
"The prince asks you to keep this secret forever!"
As these words came out, the next second, the hand rose and the knife fell!
The sharp knife in Wang Qi's hand easily pierced Yang Wenqian's clothes and stabbed straight towards his heart! His movements were so skillful that you could tell at a glance that Wang Qi had done this many times!
"Pfft..."
The sound of the steel knife piercing flesh resounded in the study.
But soon, the smile on Wang Qi's face froze.
He lowered his head and looked down little by little.
At some point, a delicate dagger was inserted into his chest.
Patterns bloomed on the bronze handle, and on the back of the dagger, which exuded cold air, blood poured out from the bleeding tank, soaking a large area of his clothes in an instant.
"Ahem..." Yang Wengan let go of the dagger, coughed and took a step back.
In Wang Qi's hand, the sharp knife that should have been inserted into his heart came out from his chest and legs. Through the clothes that were pierced by the sharp knife, you could vaguely see the soft armor with a metallic luster in the hole.
"you you……!"
It was only then that Wang Qi's blood-red eyes suddenly widened, looking at Yang Wenqian as if in disbelief!
"Wang Qi? You forgot, I am also from Suwei..."
"Tai...zi..."
"Don't be surprised. Someone sent me a letter a few days ago, saying that the prince was in a difficult situation. Today you came, so I wondered if the prince wanted to kill me and silence me. As a result, I really had to guess.
bingo."
"letter……"
Wang Qi spurted out a stream of blood from his mouth, and his body began to tremble more violently.
Yang Wenqian looked at him and shook his head slightly: "Then the letter wasn't from the prince, was it? But that's not important anymore! In this world, no one's life is more important than my own, not even the prince!"
"you will die………"
Wang Qi's eyes widened with anger, but as the blood flowed out, he could only stagger and fell to the ground with a crash, making no more noise.
Looking at the motionless body on the ground, Yang Wengan pulled over the chair where Wang Qi had just sat and sat down slowly.
The dark red blood flowed out from under the corpse and gradually spread along the gaps in the floor tiles, like a gorgeous painting.
Things in this world are so dramatic.
Li Shimin and Xue Shou tried their best to force Yang Wenqian to embark on the path of rebellion, but Li Jiancheng, who was hundreds of miles away, inadvertently helped him do it!
The evening of the fifth day of the first lunar month.
Everyone who had just left the Gyeongju Governor's Office was urgently recalled again.
Just as everyone hurried back to the living room to inquire about information from each other, Yang Wenqian, dressed in bright and heavy armor, walked out step by step holding a token of the prince!
"The prince urgently orders Qingzhou to prepare for war immediately! Point your sword at Chang'an!" After scanning the crowd, Yang Wenqian ordered in a deep voice.
"Ah? Mr. Yang, what is going on?!" The middle-aged scribe who heard this in the morning was shocked and almost jumped up to ask.
Yang Wenqian's eyes condensed, and he seemed to be filled with murderous intent at this moment: "The prince was framed in Chang'an! It is urgent for me to come and rescue him!"
"But there are still huge armies outside..." The scribe was sweating profusely.
Yang Wenqian took a heavy step forward, and the armor on his body clanged: "They only have fifty thousand people. We include the soldiers guarding the city, and there are ninety thousand people! They came from a long way, and the mountains were blocked by heavy snow! But we can guard the city,
Waiting for work! If we can't win like this, how can we go to Chang'an to rescue the prince?!"
"Can……"
The scribe was so anxious that he wanted to say something, but the next moment, he felt a chill on his neck, as if something had scratched there.
"Oh, it's a knife!"
The glimmer of light in front of him was the last bright light in the scribe's life, and then came the endless darkness.
Yang Wengan held the steel knife in his hand, half of his body was wet with the blood spurted out, and he stood upright in the field like a murderous god!
"The prince said it! Then King Qin is the mastermind behind the false accusation of our rebellion! This time when the handsome army comes, he has no intention of letting us people live!"
Now, if you don't resist, you will die! But we resisted, won the battle, rescued the prince, and made him emperor! Then we are the heroes of Conglong, and we will enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future! Everyone! Where should we go?"
