The group of Wuya guards behind him now don't know that they are escorting a real saint. Jiang Jiqing has been staying in the carriage along the way. Even if someone changes tomorrow, I'm afraid they won't notice anything unusual.
Boyi was still angry about this matter before. If Yaoguang and Suifeng were together, he wouldn't have to be caught in the middle by himself.
Thinking of this, Jiang Jiqing's somewhat lonely expression became clear again. He leaned towards Yu Qiansi and said tentatively: "Since we are going to separate tomorrow, why don't you... stop talking to him?"
I'm angry. Didn't you persuade the princess before that only weak people resort to the method of venting anger?"
Yu Qiansi thought for a long time in silence before recalling when he said this.
"Do you remember this?"
"What your words mean to..." Boyi paused, and then said: "For the princess, those are golden rules. She has always kept them in mind, and she keeps chanting in my ears, I
It’s hard not to remember.”
Yu Qiansi smiled at him, "It sounds like you two are very familiar with each other. Why do you still call us 'Princess Princess'?"
Boyi touched his nose and turned away: "Actually, I'm not very familiar with her. It's not a good idea to call a woman by her maiden name casually. What's more, she is still the imperial princess."
He waited for a while and heard no movement, so he tentatively turned his head to look. Yu Qiansi had already retracted his gaze, looking at the vast road ahead, and his bright light eyes were stained with a little color, making them unreal.
Weak...?
No matter how many high-sounding words you use to persuade others, they are no match for examining your own heart.
After all, isn't she what she calls a "weak person"? She blames everyone and always blames herself for being powerless and unable to protect the people around her.
Her arms are so wide, how many people can she protect with her open arms?
"Do you believe what outsiders say, that the young master is trying to steal the country?"
Boyi solemnly said: "After meeting you, I realized that what I hear is false and what I see is true. Although I don't like Wang Song, I believe that he is not a treacherous minister who is greedy for power and tries to evade the saint as others say."
"Yes," Yu Qiansi murmured, "Even you know the truth... But those who are really power-hungry in the court ignore the fact that he is seriously ill just because of their political disagreements, and continue to give him
The young master is throwing dirty water. But do you think the saint doesn't know this?"
If he didn't know, he wouldn't have decided to investigate the case of the Prayer Hall ten years ago.
It is precisely because the saint knows that if he wants to take back power and secure the throne, the real obstacle is not the Duke of Qi, but the other people in the court who will immediately counterattack once they see the Duke of Qi losing power.
If she hadn't accidentally heard what Yao An said, realized that the young master had delegated power to the saint in private, and resisted the rumors from the outside world, attracting everyone's attention to the Duke of Qi's Mansion, people would have ignored the actual situation of the Forbidden Army.
The control has long been in the hands of the saint. This is why he is so desperate this time to use this dangerous method to find out the inner ghost of the Forbidden Army.
The marriage with the Zheng family may not be as simple as it seems on the surface.
If she hadn't been aware of these undercurrents, she wouldn't have dared to be so bold as to meet the saint and say that she would help him regain the power of the court in exchange for thoroughly investigating the matter of the Prayer Hall.
In order to find out the key to these court affairs from clues, she read countless ancient books and thought for how long before she figured out these superficial connections.
Therefore, the saint obviously knew everything, but in order to achieve his own goal, he made the young master agree to the imperial mausoleum, and actually forced him to become poisonous.
Seeing her silence, Boyi didn't know what she was thinking, so he quickly said: "Of course I am on your side. He is indeed wrong about this matter, but don't make yourself angry because of other people's things. If you
I’m really worried. At worst, I will continue to follow the Forbidden Army after entering the city, and you can go back and take care of Wang Song. How about that?”
Yu Qiansi pursed her lips and couldn't help but ask him: "Then do you think the saint ordered us to follow each other secretly because he believed in you or because he believed in me?"
Boyi froze on the spot for a long time, with ripples of bitterness rising in his heart. Seeing Yu Qian leaping away with a whip, it was rare for him not to follow.
Both of them are now helpless. She has her own last resort, but why doesn't he? He really shouldn't be so self-righteous in persuading others?
The beautiful shadow in the eyes gradually faded away on the official road, but it still lingered.
When the sky turned blue, a group of carriages and horses caught up with Yu Qiansi who had entered the city first to explore the way, and settled down with her in the inn.
Determined not to give Jiang Jiqing any chance, she changed into light clothes without stopping, found a reason, and said she wanted to go to the inn to explore the surrounding situation.
According to the plan, the disguised Forbidden Army will check into the inn in an hour in the name of a caravan. At that time, the Saint will leave with the Forbidden Army, and the Wuya Guard will also protect another person who was originally under the protection of the Forbidden Army.
She heard that there was a Dharma gathering held in the Seven Buddhas City in recent days, so she had to make sure that the situation around her was under control.
This excuse was sound and well-founded, leaving Jiang Jiqing, who wanted to sincerely apologize before leaving, speechless and could only agree with a wry smile.
Just after walking out of the inn door a few steps, there was a dancing light around me.
"I know you can't take any time off, so you have to wander around to feel at ease," Boyi held the knife on his waist with one hand and a simple bamboo lantern with the other, walking casually beside her.
The diamond-shaped light spread out, making the two people under the lantern look like fairies carefully carved in the moonlight, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.
"You don't have to follow." Yu Qiansi frowned when she saw the people around her looking at her.
"Or...want to be a lobbyist again?"
Boyi came up to her, frowned like her, and said exaggeratedly: "I knew you were unhappy, so I avoided talking to him. You still suspect that I turned my elbows outward? Aru, I am sincere.
, have been ruined by you."
Scattered lantern light spots danced on Boyi's face, making his aggrieved face even more laughable. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Since you know you're wrong, let's say something nice!"
Boyi cleared his throat, saluted in the street and said, "I'm sorry for being so rude to the girl during the day. I hope the girl will be considerate."
This gift made everyone around him chuckle. They thought it was some boy who had made his sweetheart sad, so they started to make noises in a few words.
"Oh, such a handsome husband, please forgive him, girl."
Yu Qiansi was just joking casually at first, but when she saw that he actually bent down to salute, she respectfully handed over the lantern in her hand, but refused to get up, which attracted more and more people around her, and the hooting was endless. She was at a loss for a moment, and how could she
When I opened my mouth to explain, I suddenly realized that I was ridiculous. Why waste my words on these irrelevant people?
Seeing that the people around him were like this, Boyi was a little more panicked, but before he could break down, Yu Qiansi frowned, snatched the lantern from his hand, separated from the crowd and walked out.
Her leaving back showed a rare hint of embarrassment. The words of decomposition reached his lips, but he could no longer say them out. He could only casually bow his hands to the people around him and follow him quickly. Finally, he stopped at the corner of the street.
