When we returned to Beihai Palace, it was already light.
The plump and handsome King of the North Sea, with a worried expression on his face, kept pacing back and forth.
Princess Beihai covered her face with a handkerchief and cried, burping from time to time: "For no reason, why did Chun Sheng provoke the bandits? I don't care how many bandits die, but nothing can happen to my Chun Sheng..."
King Beihai was upset and had no intention of coaxing his old wife, so he ordered his attendants: "Go to the concierge again and see if the prince has returned."
Before he finished speaking, a familiar handsome face appeared in front of him.
Bei Haiwang's eyes suddenly lit up, and his plump figure moved for some reason, and he came to Xu Jing's eyes. His eyes quickly glanced around: "Are you okay?"
Princess Beihai took a step slower and almost fainted from fright when she saw the blood all over Xu Jing's body.
Xu Jing had quick eyesight and quick hands, and hurriedly supported my mother: "I am not injured, these are other people's blood stains."
The Princess of Beihai finally came back in one breath, holding Xu Jing's arm tightly with tears in her eyes.
King Beihai was also relieved: "It's okay, just go take a shower first and change into clean clothes."
There is nothing important in this world except life and death.
After making sure that his son was fine, King Beihai returned to his usual graceful demeanor and patiently coaxed Princess Beihai: "You have been worried all night long, and you must be tired now. Go back to the dormitory and sleep for half a day to recuperate your energy. I am here!"
The Princess of Beihai was in her fifties and had low energy. She stayed up for the second half of the night. At this time, her spirits relaxed and she was very tired. She was helped to rest by her personal maid.
When Xu Jing came over after bathing and changing into new clothes, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw only his father.
The father and son talked privately, and had nothing to hide. Xu Jing told the whole story, and only used the Spring and Autumn style of writing on "recognizing the gangster's portrait."
King Beihai's eyes flashed and he glanced at his son: "When did you see Zhou Sui and Yang Wansheng?"
Xu Jing replied without changing his expression: "I saw it from Zheng Er."
Zheng Xuanqing is the son of General Zheng, and the Zheng family is a general, so it makes sense to have portraits of bandits.
The King of Beihai did not expose his son's lie, and said: "You are indeed reckless this time. However, these gangsters are extremely vicious people, so just kill them."
Xu Jing was a little surprised: "Father, you really don't blame me for causing trouble?"
The King of Beihai sighed: "Since the day when my father came to the vassal territory, I have been cautious and trembling for decades. Over the years, I have controlled and restrained you everywhere. Needless to say, you know the reason."
"Nowadays, the world is different. It doesn't matter if you show some edge."
Xu Jing: "..."
My father has always believed in "putting patience first" and "keeping a low profile in everything". Why did his tone suddenly change today?
King Beihai lowered his voice and said: "Today I received a letter from your eldest brother-in-law and second brother-in-law. The emperor is seriously ill and will not last long."
"Dajin is going to change."
Xu Jing's heart skipped a beat, and his blood surged suddenly: "Father!"
The King of Beihai's eyes flashed with light, and he was completely different from ordinary people: "The prince is just a lustful, stupid, ungrateful, and talentless fool who cannot restrain the courtiers at all. Once the emperor dies, the court will be in chaos. The capital city will be unstable, and the states and counties will be in chaos.
The banditry and rebellion will never be peaceful."
"Chunsheng, I have a feeling that real troubled times are coming."
"I've endured it for decades, but now I'm old and useless. You're still young, and you still have a long life ahead of you. You can do whatever you want to do in the future!"
…
Today's Zhao clan science is filled with strange undercurrents of uneasiness.
Wu Shao, who had always worked hard, had no intention of studying, and whispered to Huo Yan beside him: "I heard that bandits broke into Beihai County last night, and the prince led his own soldiers to kill them all."
Another classmate also looked over: "I also heard that the city gate official Wang Tong was secretly connected with the bandits, and he has been captured and sent to the capital."
"I never expected that the prince is so brave and has the courage to kill bandits!"
"Isn't that right? I have been classmates for several years, but I have never seen how powerful the prince is."
All the young people praised Xu Jing.
Huo Yan's eyes flashed with jealousy, and he agreed casually.
At this moment, Xu Jing stepped into the school building. The young people immediately gathered around him, asking curious questions or flattering him.
A young man may grow up overnight.
Xu Jing did not brag complacently, but casually said a few words to his classmates. Then he reached out and dragged his friend Zheng Xuanqing to talk outside the school building.
"Good guy! I haven't slept since I was woken up last night." Zheng Xuanqing looked frightened. He reached out to touch Xu Jing's chest, pinched his throat and whispered softly: "Brother Chunsheng, are you okay?"
Xu Jing smiled, took a sip, opened the restless pig's trotters, and then whispered: "If anyone asks about it in the future, just say that I have seen the portrait of Zhou Sui and Yang Wansheng at your place."
Zheng Xuanqing was stunned: "When did I have a portrait of a bandit?"
"That's it." Xu Jing was completely unreasonable and overbearing: "Anyone who asks you, always answer like this. Even if your father smells like you, you have to say the same thing. Before tonight, the portrait will be delivered to you.
, you put it in the study and hide it."
"...Lend me your BMW for a month."
"Give it to you."
Zheng Xuanqing was overjoyed and asked, "Lend me your precious sword too."
"My good brother, whatever I borrow or not, I will give it to you as well."
"By the way, your new bow and arrows..."
"roll!"
…
Zhao Xiyan stayed in the study for half a day.
When I came out, I had two more scrolls in my hand.
Waiting outside the study room was a cute boy with a baby face.
"Xu Erwu," Zhao Xiyan ordered softly: "Prepare these two portraits and send them quietly to Zheng Xuanqing."
Xu Erwu hurriedly agreed, opened the scroll and took a look, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really similar."
These two portraits, one is of a tall, strong and fierce man, and the other is of a man with a scar on his forehead and a sinister look, which is lifelike. The best thing is that the portrait does not look like a new one at all, it looks a bit old.
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Zhao Xiyan smiled slightly: "It's a small skill, it's not worth mentioning. Go ahead!"
Xu Erwu took the scroll and left.
Zhao Xiyan sighed silently.
Once he told a lie, he had to tell more lies to cover it up. In order to distance her from this matter, Xu Jing really put a lot of effort into it.
In the evening, Xu Jing came.
He was still as usual, wearing gorgeous clothes, a jade crown on his head, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, looking full of energy.
Zhao Xiyan raised her eyes and looked at him quietly.
He grinned and smiled: "Why are you looking at me like this? It's not the first day you've met me."
Zhao Xiyan pursed her lips and smiled: "Let's go to the study to talk."
The two entered the study one after another, closed the door, sat opposite each other across the desk, and looked at each other.
Xu Jing said casually: "There is no one else now. Just make it up if you want to lie to me!"
