Chapter 127 Feeling aggrieved and colluding with the southern border
Chapter 127: Grievance, Collusion with Southern Xinjiang
Xiao Jiuan is indeed not at home at this time.
In the evening, he received news that his people had discovered the traces of Ye Cangqiong. However, Ye Cangqiong was very capable and his people did not dare to act rashly for fear that they would not be able to catch the person but would alert the snake.
Xiao Jiuan had fought against Ye Cangqiong, so he naturally knew what he was capable of, and decided to take action himself without thinking.
According to reports from subordinates, Ye Cangqiong took a sick young man and hid in a mass grave outside the city.
If Ye Cangqiong hadn't brought a burden, his people might not have discovered Ye Cangqiong's traces, but it was precisely because of this burden that Xiao Jiuan easily captured Ye Cangqiong.
"Tell me, who is that person behind you?" Xiao Jiu'an put his sword on the weak young man's neck, but looked at Ye Cangqiong.
"Want to know? Okay, you can let him go first." Ye Cangqiong was covered in filth, with several wounds on his body. The blood was mixed with the soil, and he looked extremely miserable.
"I count to three. If you don't answer, I will break his arm." Xiao Jiuan moved his wrist and pressed the sword blade against the young man's arm.
At this point, Ye Cangqiong is still bargaining with him, which is really stupid.
"Senior brother, please leave me alone and leave quickly." The young man raised his head, his features were as delicate and fair as a jade doll, and like the jade doll, there was no trace of blood.
Ye Cangqiong glanced at him, with a flash of worry in his eyes, sighed softly, and said to Xiao Jiu'an: "I'm going to tell you, can you let him go?"
"Do you have the right to bargain?" Ye Cangqiong took himself too seriously. Did he really think that he was still the owner of Cangqiong Villa?
"Then why should I tell you?" Ye Cangqiong gritted his teeth and looked at Xiao Jiu'an, no longer as arrogant and calm as when he first met.
During this period of time, he was hiding in Tibet and was tired of running for his life. Although his sharpness was not worn away, it was his nobility.
"Say, you have a chance; if you don't, you two will die together." If Ye Cangqiong was a smart person, he would know what to do.
"Xiao Jiu'an, you are cruel!" Ye Cangqiong clenched her hands tightly into fists to suppress the urge to kill.
"Not as good as Master Ye." That day at Jingming Tea Garden, Ye Cangqiong was not much better than him.
Xiao Jiuan was too lazy to talk to Ye Cangqiong. With a move of his wrist, the sword blade dug into the weak young man's arm. Blood immediately appeared on the arm. Ye Cangqiong's face changed drastically: "Xiao Jiu'an, stop, I said, can't I say it?"
"Say it." Xiao Jiuan stopped for a moment but did not let go.
Ye Cangqiong was filled with hatred and fear. He gritted his teeth and said, "The person who is looking for me is a person from southern Xinjiang. They gave Princess Shiqing to me and asked me to use Princess Shiqing to lure you and Princess Yanbei out and kill them together."
"People from Southern Xinjiang? When did Master Ye become a lackey of Southern Xinjiang?" Xiao Jiuan showed his disbelief and increased the force. The young man felt pain and groaned.
Ye Cangqiong's face changed drastically and he shouted: "Xiao Jiu'an, don't hurt him, I will tell you whatever you want to know."
"Tell me everything you know!" Xiao Jiu'an stopped again, but didn't ask anything. Instead, he asked Ye Cangqiong to speak.
Ye Cangqiong's face was ashen, but no one was in a strong position, so he could only endure it.
"My junior brother Shu Ning is born with deficiencies. The doctor said he can only live until the age of eighteen. Only the Nine Turns of Heaven Pill from the Heavenly Medicine Valley and the Soul-Returning Grass from Southern Xinjiang can save him. People from Southern Xinjiang came to me and wanted to save him.
I'll help them kill you, and they'll give me the soul-reviving grass after the job is done."
"I didn't agree at first, but the people in Southern Xinjiang told me that they have Princess Shiqing in their hands, and there are people in the Yanbei Army who are cooperating. The most important thing is that you have been poisoned by Nanjiang, and your strength has been greatly reduced. I need
The Huihuncao saved Shuning, so I decided to take the risk, and you know what happened next." Ye Cangqiong felt aggrieved when talking about this.
He originally thought that this matter would be easy to handle, but he didn't know that Xiao Jiu'an was so determined. Not only did he not die in his hands, but his Cangqiong Villa was also sealed, causing him to be like a lost dog and had to run for his life.
"Do you know what the people from Southern Xinjiang look like?" Xiao Jiuan didn't believe that people from Southern Xinjiang could reach out to his Yanbei army.
If people from Southern Xinjiang are really looking for Ye Cangqiong, there is only one possibility: Shiqing colludes with Nanjiang.
Shiqing, his good sister, really does whatever it takes to achieve her goals.
How many men in Yanbei have died at the hands of people from Southern Xinjiang, and how can she still cooperate with Southern Xinjiang? How can she put the reputation of Yanbei Palace at risk?
"I'll draw you a picture of his appearance. If you let my junior brother go, I will be at your mercy." Ye Cangqiong looked at the crumbling sickly young man with red eyes.
He held his junior brother in his palm, and if he bumped or bumped him, he would feel heartbroken. Xiao Jiuan actually hurt him, he deserved it!
"If we let him go, will he survive?" This young man is as weak as a chicken, and he is so good-looking. If there is no one to protect him, he may not even live to be eighteen years old.
"It's none of your business." Naturally, he made arrangements to protect his junior brother, at least until he was eighteen years old.
Xiao Jiuan snorted coldly and did not reply to Ye Cangqiong. Instead, he said: "I'll give you half an hour to draw the person."
As soon as he finished speaking, a secret guard brought a pen and paper and asked Ye Cangqiong to take action. Ye Cangqiong didn't want to draw, but seeing the bloodless junior brother on his face, he had no choice but to accept his fate and write.
It didn't take half an hour for Ye Cangqiong to draw the portrait. The secret guard held the portrait in front of Xiao Jiu'an. With just one glance, Xiao Jiu'an knew that Ye Cangqiong was not lying and that Shiqing had indeed colluded with Nanjiang.
The person in the painting is the third prince of Nanjiang. He loves Shiqing, but he suffers from the relationship between Nanjiang and Yanbei, and the two cannot be together.
Maybe he shouldn't say that Shiqing colluded with Nanjiang, but that Shiqing used the third prince of Southern Xinjiang. He knows the poison of Nanjiang, and I'm afraid he has something to do with Shiqing.
As expected of the sister he taught her, her behavior is indeed ruthless.
"Lock him up." Xiao Jiuan put away his sword, turned around and walked out.
The secret guards will take care of the rest.
At the same time, in a tea garden in the capital, Xiao Shiqing, dressed in black, heard the report from his subordinates. He was so angry that his whole body trembled and his voice became sharp: "Idiot, I asked you to kill Ye Cangqiong. How did you do it?"
"This subordinate has neglected his duty, please punish me." The dead man in black was also trembling all over, but he was frightened.
"Punishment? If I punish you, will it change the fact that Ye Cangqiong fell into the hands of King Yanbei?" Xiao Shiqing held the armrest tightly with both hands, and his nails were cut into the wood.
The dead man in black did not dare to say a word. After Xiao Shiqing lost his anger, he said again: "Where is the third prince of Southern Xinjiang? Can he leave?" This is also a fool, and he actually showed his true face to others.
"Not yet, the third prince wants to see his master before leaving." The dead man in black buried his head very low, not daring to look at Xiao Shiqing at all.
"See me? Okay, I'll let him see me!" His fingertips passed across the wooden handrail, making a sharp friction sound, leaving several traces of blood, but Xiao Shiqing didn't care at all, his cold eyes were filled with blood.
Killing intent.
Useless people should all die... (To be continued)