In the middle of the night, Chen Shen, Ma Teng, Luo Tian, and Dean Deng gathered together.
The four people burned incense and cooked wine, raised their glasses to the west with solemn expressions, paid a distant salute, and sprinkled the wine on the ground.
This cup was dedicated to City Lord Xiao who had arrived in the Paradise World. The four of them looked at each other and nodded, saying nothing...
The next day, at noon, the sun was shining brightly.
The sun in winter is just a decoration, and this saying is true in the southern region of Daxia.
The bright sun is high in the sky, but the temperature is already close to freezing point. Deep winter is approaching, and the city is in a state of mist.
The Qiaoqi Army and the Blood-killing Guards were divided into two groups. Half of them were engaged in patrolling and exploring work outside the city, while the other half stayed in the city for repairs. They were transferred every four hours.
As for the 68,000 members of the Prince's Army and the 2,000 royal cavalry, they were all idle and idle in the school grounds.
When the prince passed away, the army suddenly lost its backbone, making it difficult to advance or retreat.
It stands to reason that Fu Tiansheng's prestige and strength are enough to command this army after Xia Tong's death.
But it is a pity that when he joined the army this time, he followed Empress Fu's personal instructions instead of His Majesty's order.
Therefore, no matter how high the prestige and strength of Fu Laoguai is, he cannot take over the command of the Prince's Army.
Once he does this, at least it will be beyond his authority, and at worst, he will be accused of being self-reliant and having evil intentions.
The prince had just died, and during this extremely sensitive period, it was absolutely impossible for Fu Tiansheng to do such a laborious and troublesome thing.
"Bah!"
Suddenly, the cry of a vulture pierced the sky.
People on the streets of Kowloon City looked up and saw a group of ten gryphon beasts flying rapidly from the northern sky and swooping down towards the school grounds of the city lord's mansion.
"Look, it's the Royal Griffin!"
"Why are they here?"
"You are stupid, the royal griffon beast is not easy to come out. This time there are ten of them. Naturally they are here for the death of His Highness the Crown Prince."
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On the school grounds, the prince soldiers were discussing and consciously vacating a large open space.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
A moment later, the raptor landed on the ground, creating gusts of wind that were no less than a sandstorm, causing the surrounding soldiers to cover their eyes.
Not long after, a row of trainers jumped off the gryphons, and coming with them was an old man with thin eyebrows and Zen eyes, a face as pale as water, and no beard.
As soon as he appeared, the lieutenants and generals of the Prince's Army took a breath of cold air: "Hiss... Grand Eunuch Mr. Li? He actually came here in person, this..."
Mr. Li is naturally the old slave beside the emperor and his most trusted person: Li Zongming.
This old eunuch has lived for more than 180 years, but has left the imperial capital only a handful of times.
And every time he came to a place, he always set off a famous bloody storm! Therefore, these prince generals and generals seemed a little restless the moment they saw him.
The prince's death is of great significance and is too strange.
If he hadn't been afraid that no one would be able to guard the imperial capital after he left without permission, the King of Daxia would have really wanted to come to Kowloon City himself to investigate the truth.
It was a pity that he couldn't come, so he had no choice but to let Li Zongming make the trip for him.
After the old man jumped off the griffin beast, he moved in a few steps in front of the generals and said straight to the point: "Where are the remains of the prince? Where is Fu Tiansheng?"
Zhang Youde, the deputy commander of the Prince's Army, hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and clasped his fists, saying, "Returning to Eunuch Li, after the Prince was killed yesterday, Mr. Fu deposited his body in the Space Xuan Ring."
"But where Mr. Fu is, I don't know very well, either."
"I'm here!"
As soon as Zhang Youde finished speaking, he heard a powerful voice coming from outside the gate of the city lord's mansion.
Fu Tiansheng rode an inconspicuous horse and slowly walked into the school grounds. As he walked, he said: "Old Li, let's go into the hall to talk."
Speaking of which, the great eunuch Li Zongming and Fu Tiansheng were of the same generation. In terms of age, Li Zongming, who had served the late emperor since he was a child, was even more than ten years older than Fu Tiansheng.
Therefore, even if he is nominally a slave of the royal family, Fu Tiansheng will not show any slightest hesitation.
As a result, the two old men left the prince's army outside and entered the main hall, setting up a mysterious energy barrier.
What did they talk about? No one knows.
But what is certain is that these two old men must have had an extremely in-depth communication.
They chatted from noon to dusk, and then Li Zongming pushed out the door with a heavy look on his face. Without leaving a word, he climbed on the griffon and started on his way home...
As for Chen Shen, he never showed up from beginning to end.
On the pretext of patrolling the enemy's situation, he drove Red Rabbit out of the city early in the morning and has not returned yet.
In fact, patrolling for enemy invitations was just a side job. The main purpose of this young man was to avoid the King of Daxia's envoys.
No matter who the person is, he doesn't want to see him, and he can't see him. What if the secret is exposed?
The prince was killed by himself. Who knows, as the crown prince of Daxia, Xia Tong, Xia Yuanlong would have planted some secret method in him that was similar to actively looking for murders?
After Chen Shen inherited all the memories of the Great Elephant, his vision and knowledge suddenly broadened, and his understanding of the various strange powers and foreign objects in this world also rose to an absolute level.
He wasn't sure whether Xia Yuanlong knew the "soul-tracing secret method" that used the power of blood to find the real murderer. Although the possibility was extremely low, he was always afraid of the eventuality.
After this secret technique is cast, the soul of the person whose hands are stained with the blood of the deceased can be sensed within a hundred miles, thus confirming that he is the real murderer.
However, the soul-tracing secret method also has a time limit: once the time of death of the deceased exceeds ten days, it can no longer be used.
Therefore, Chen Shen decided to hide from it for ten days and nights.
He entrusted all matters within Kowloon City to Dean Deng and the heads of the Ma and Luo families.
In terms of military control, he delegated power to Li Dezhi, deputy commander of the Qiaoqi Army, with Ling'er and Shun Lao jointly supervising the army.
Once any special situation occurs, Ling'er and Shun Lao will immediately go to the small manor in the south of the city that Chen Shen secretly bought, find Xiaobai, and ask him to communicate with his war pet through the spirit of his war pet.
Inform Chen Shen of any changes.
It can be said that this young man has planned for all foreseeable and unforeseen situations.
As long as he survives these ten days, he will be absolutely sure to completely get rid of the possibility that he is the killer "Jie".
One day later, in the imperial capital of Daxia, Qinzheng Hall.
Based on what Fu Tiansheng said and the inferences from the scene, the great eunuch Li Zongming reported the conclusion of the prince's death to the King of Daxia.
On the dragon chair, Xia Yuanlong frowned: "So...it's most likely the Taikou Kingdom that did it?"
"The Taikoo thieves are indeed the most suspect."
Xia Yuanlong nodded slowly.
On the dragon case, there was also a report of meritorious service, which said that the prince Xia Tong had a good command of the troops and annihilated more than 200,000 Huainan rebels in one fell swoop, including the enemy leader Kun Qianyao.
However, this report of the first great victory in the southern theater in several months made the King of Great Xia not happy at all.
The joy of victory has long been washed away by the pain of losing a child, and nothing is left...