King Qi thought about it and walked away. At this time, the sky was dark and raindrops were falling, making the leaves tremble. He was originally uneasy, but listened to the sound of rain and gradually calmed down.
Xie Zhenqing didn't seem to notice that King Qi actually had the idea of killing the donkey, or even if he knew it, he didn't care. He "sent" all the letters and decided on the starting date. Xie Zhenqing followed a few steps and saw King Qi
Taking steps, I was a little flustered at the beginning, but gradually became more leisurely, calm and composed, and I couldn't help but squint my head.
"As expected of the descendants of Taizu!"
King Qi's performance today made him a little surprised. The previous panic was actually human nature. Xie Zhenqing asked himself, if he were just a mortal and encountered such a thing again, he would also panic.
The difference is that heroes can deal with their emotions, but mediocre people cannot.
“You are called a hero if you are smart, and you are a hero if you are courageous.”
"King Qi still has some qualifications!"
But that's it. Xie Zhenqing bowed, waved his hands and said to King Qi: "When encountering serious troubles, you must remain calm."
"It's still late. Now that the important matters have been taken care of, Your Majesty can go and rest first."
"Every big event requires calmness!"
It’s not that King Qi didn’t understand, he nodded, and although he was not overly excited, as soon as he relaxed, fatigue and sleepiness came over him, and he immediately said: "I’m going to practice now. I rely on you for important things, so I have to rest early!"
"
"Tomorrow morning, come and disturb sir again!"
After saying that, King Qi turned around, and there was a maid who helped him put on his shirt. Although there was a corridor, there were also eunuchs holding umbrellas to prevent the rain from hitting him.
After a while, the person disappeared. Xie Zhenqing stopped smiling and stood under the eaves of his small courtyard, looking up at the sky with an expressionless face.
The dark clouds have not completely dispersed yet, and are still weighing heavily over the capital.
This kind of cloudy and rainy weather will probably last until the storm passes before it changes.
Young dragon...
Thinking of these two words, Xie Zhenqing looked at it expressionlessly for a long time, then turned around and went back to the house.
Even if it was coming, it wasn't coming today, so it wasn't worth waiting for him now. What worried him even more was - why would something big be leaked?
King Qi was comforted by him, but thanks to Zhenqing himself, he became worried and even panicked.
How did the emperor know?
In fact, I know part of what I know about the King of Shu's collusion with the remnants, but most of it is fabricated. How many days can I wait to report the King of Shu like this?
"That's all, as King Qi just said, it's nothing more than disrupting the emperor's deployment and taking advantage of the chaos. It doesn't matter if it's true or false!"
"I need to rest too, otherwise my body won't be able to bear it!"
After thinking about it for a moment, she felt a fishy smell in her throat. Xie Zhenqing didn't dare to think about it anymore and closed her eyes to adjust her breathing.
After more than half an hour, the rain finally subsided, and only scattered light rain fell.
At this time, there was finally a faint sound of snoring.
Beijing morning
Not only the shops, but also some good locations, people come early and set up stalls here and there, especially the snacks that are the most popular at this time - wontons, dumplings, fried cakes, steamed buns, the white mist of oil smoke is lingering, exuding an attractive aroma.
fragrance.
"I haven't eaten for a long time, so I'll bring you two!"
"yes!"
An ox cart was heading south of the city. Its destination was not far from the south gate, which was the military camp and the Lin'an Guard camp five or six miles away.
The middle-aged man sitting in the oxcart was Jiang Qifeng, the commander of the Lin'an Guards. He was also the "lucky man" in the eyes of the world with the title of Jiuxiang Bo.
After all, if his brother had not died suddenly in an accident, Jiang Qifeng would not have been able to obtain the title of Earl of Jiuxiang and the position of commander of the Lin'an Guards.
"Master, here you go, fresh fried dough sticks!"
Several soldiers followed on horseback and handed it over, and the coachman took it and sent it in. The coachman was tall and burly, and his whip was very powerful. He was stronger than the elite soldiers in the army.
It's no wonder that even the uncle's family was originally from the military. Even the coachman was someone who could speak to the uncle's side. It was impossible for him to be ordinary.
You know, Jiang Qifeng controls the Lin'an Guard and is a powerful figure. Jane is in the heart of the emperor!
After just a few mouthfuls, and less than a mile outside the mansion, there was a sudden sound from the originally quiet bullock cart, which sounded like a cry from the people inside.
"Uncle, what's wrong?" the coachman asked hurriedly as he was the nearest.
The soldiers protecting the bullock cart also tightened their reins slightly upon hearing the sound and slowed down.
If the uncle in the oxcart did not make a sound, the next moment the driver stopped the oxcart and the soldiers surrounded the cart.
Fortunately, Jiang Qifeng's voice soon came from inside: "It's okay."
From the sound, it didn't sound like something had happened, so the driver breathed a sigh of relief and continued driving forward.
In the bullock cart, the person who had just replied was sitting. Except for his voice, which sounded normal, his whole body was trembling slightly.
A letter was being held in Jiang Qifeng's hand. The letter suddenly appeared.
Jiang Qifeng finished a piece of fried dough sticks and was slowly drinking tea from a tea bowl. With his status and status, the bullock carts moved slower. Walking on the roads in the capital was naturally not too bumpy. Not only could he drink in the bullock carts,
Tea, you can take a nap if you feel sleepy.
As a result, just when he was enjoying his ginseng tea, the letter appeared out of thin air and fell down.
It just fell in front of me and was caught subconsciously.
"It's King Qi's handwriting!"
With just one glance, Jiang Qifeng's face turned pale.
This letter was written to him, and he recognized the font. It turned out to be the calligraphy of King Qi. Both the letter itself and the way the letter appeared made Jiang Qifeng feel frightened and uneasy.
Who is King Qi and what happened to him? As the commander of the Lin'an Guard, how could he not know?
Even without reading the letter, he could vaguely guess what King Qi wanted to do with him now.
Jiang Qifeng stared at the letter. As he trembled, his hand couldn't hold the letter. The light letter fell directly to the ground of the bullock cart.
Jiang Qifeng didn't pick it up, but tightened his grip on the tea bowl that he had never put down. As his hand continued to shake, the tea spilled out.
Normally, even if a little tea fell on him, he would change his clothes immediately. How could a person who has been pampered since childhood be subjected to such "grievance"?
But now, he can't care about this at all!
I don't know how much time passed before Jiang Qifeng seemed to come to his senses. He put the tea bowl aside on the small table, slowly bent down and picked up the letter.
Open the cover of the envelope, take out the envelope, and unfold it for a closer look.
Even though he had expected it, he couldn't help but tremble slightly when he looked at it carefully, and almost wanted to tear the letter apart.
"It's just..." Jiang Qifeng clasped his fingers together, took a deep breath, and looked around confusedly.
However, the King of Qi controls his own lifeline. If he does not obey, the King of Qi will definitely publicize the matter of killing his father and brother.
No matter what your position is, once you commit this crime, you will die, and your death will stink!
Not to mention descendants taking over the title, Jiuxiang Count's title will definitely be deposed, and even if his descendants survive, they will be demoted to civilians and exiled to the frontier.
This ending is even more unacceptable than simply killing yourself!