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Although Zheng Qingsong handed over the shadow guards to him, in fact, the Procuratorate has only accepted the shadows, and the thousand elite shadow guards are still in Zheng Qingsong's hands.

"Some of them stayed in the capital, and the other part was taken to Guiyun Province by His Majesty." Jia Xu said.

Zheng Ming pinched his chin and thought for a while, then said, "Let Xie Chen and Hei Mo go to the capital, and contact Cao Zhengchun to form the East Factory."

Cao Zhengchun is still sweeping the floor in the palace now, except for the occasional news, he has basically seldom contacted him in the past two years.

At this time, the East Factory should also be established. We can't just let our Governor Cao be the sweeping eunuch all the time.

Jia Xu was startled, and looked at Zheng Ming in astonishment.

Establishing the East Factory in Kyoto at this time?

Is Zheng Qingsong still alive?

Zheng Ming didn't explain, but just gave him a meaningful look.

There are some things he doesn't need to say, and some things he doesn't need to do.

Sometimes being a little confused is not a bad thing.

See through or not, I just don't know.

Seeing Zheng Ming leaving slowly, Jia Xu couldn't help laughing.

……

Guiyun Province.

In the camp of the Imperial Guards.

Zheng Qingsong was leaning on a soft chair, his face was pale and listless.

His injuries were more serious than they appeared on the surface, and the few wounds stabbed by Xin Yuanchen with his sword were not ordinary injuries.

Xin Yuanchen's sword intent remained in his body, wantonly destroying it.

If these sword intents were not dispelled outside his body, his injury would not heal.

"How did you come?"

He looked at Zheng Hua in the tent, and asked in a cold voice.

Zheng Hua trembled all over, and said: "My son is worried about the injury of the father."

"Hehe, you probably want to see if I'm dead or not." Zheng Qingsong said.

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Hua felt as if he had been struck by a bolt from the blue.

He groaned and knelt on the ground, touching his head to the ground.

"My son doesn't dare."

"Go back to the fief and just stay here." Zheng Qingsong said indifferently.

"My son leads the order."

Zheng Hua staggered up from the ground, bent over and exited the tent.

But as soon as he stepped out of the camp, his face became extremely gloomy.

Zheng Qingsong's attitude towards him made him very chilling, and his hesitant heart became extremely firm at this moment.

Looking back at the tent, he turned around and left without hesitation.

……

Night falls.

"Your Majesty, it's time to take medicine."

Eunuch Wei brought a young eunuch to Zheng Qingsong's camp.

Zheng Qingsong looked at the dark medicinal soup, frowning slightly.

"Bring it here."

Although these medicines could not eliminate the sword intent in his body, they were beneficial to his recovery from injuries.

If he wanted to recover quickly from his injuries, taking medicine was a must.

Eunuch Wei took the medicinal soup from the eunuch, tasted it with a spoon, and passed it to Zheng Qingsong after he found nothing unusual.

Zheng Qingsong took the medicinal soup and poured it with his head raised.

"Stand back, I'm going to rest."

"Here!" Eunuch Wei took the medicine bowl and was about to leave the tent.

However, before he could reach the door, Zheng Qingsong suddenly called out dully.

"Damn!"

Eunuch Wei looked back, his eye sockets suddenly cracked.

Bright red blood oozed from Zheng Qingsong's body, dyeing the golden dragon robe red, making it look extraordinarily bewitching under the bright lights.

"His Majesty!"

He staggered and crawled to Zheng Qingsong.

"Cough cough~~"

Zheng Qingsong's face was extremely pale, and the brows were filled with death.

"Hurry up and pass on to the imperial physician."

Eunuch Wei shouted eagerly.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Zheng Qingsong stared at Eunuch Wei in front of him, seeming to want to say something.

It's just that his blood energy is rapidly passing away, and all the strength in his body has been exhausted, and he can't even raise the strength to speak.

"Small, little guard~~"

He stumbled and said.

Eunuch Wei covered his wound with his withered hands, tears streaming down his old face.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

The bright red blood stained the dragon robe and dripped on the Ruanta, but in a moment, the Ruantao was also stained red with blood, leaving a large pool of blood on the ground.

Zheng Qingsong's originally youthful appearance gradually became old, and his domineering eyes also turned into dead gray, which contained strong unwillingness.

He stared at Eunuch Wei, and said hoarsely, stumbling: "Little Wei, I am not reconciled."

At this moment, the three Zheng Ziming brothers hurried into the camp.

"Your Majesty!" The three of them turned pale with shock.

Zheng Ziming hurried forward, wanting to check the specific reason.

It's a pity it's too late.

"Little Weizi, I am not reconciled!"

Zheng Qingsong closed his eyes, his withered and old body completely limp.

Rich unwillingness permeated the dead tent.

"His Majesty!"

Eunuch Wei let out a wail and fell down in a pool of blood and wept bitterly.

The whole camp was in disarray.

It's just that the little eunuch who served the medicine before disappeared.

Outside the camp, under a big tree, the little eunuch looked at the bowl in his hand inexplicably.

"Is there any poison in the medicine?"

She reached out and dipped a little medicine dregs into her mouth.

However, no abnormalities were found.

"Could it be that the injury is getting worse?" She said to herself.

This little eunuch was exactly Hei Qilin. Yuhuatian had originally assigned her the task of assassinating Zheng Qingsong, so she sneaked into the barracks and became a little eunuch under Eunuch Wei.

But before she could make a move, the previous scene suddenly appeared.

At this moment she was a little confused.

After thinking about it, she put away the bowl, turned around and walked towards the barracks again.

But her appearance and clothing became another person.

Chapter 173 The Death of Zheng Qingsong

Ten miles south of the tent.

in a valley.

Zheng Hua looked in the direction of the tent, his hands were shaking, very violently.

He clenched his hands tightly to control, but he couldn't control it at all.

Sudden.

A figure came galloping from the north on horseback.

"Meet Your Highness."

"How is it?" Zheng Hua stretched out his hand to grab the other's arm and asked eagerly.

The man replied: "Return to Your Highness, the camp suddenly became flustered for some reason, it seems to be~~"

"What is it?" Zheng Hua asked eagerly again.

"It seems that His Majesty has passed away."

Zheng Hua was stunned.

"Hahaha~~"

"Hahaha~~"

suddenly.

He laughed, raised his head to the sky, and laughed.

Laughing terribly, laughing crazy, laughing heart-palpitating.

"Hahaha, he's dead, he's dead~~"

He jumped up excitedly.

However, he soon burst into tears again.

"Father is dead! Woooooo~~"

"Father!"

Laughing and crying, as if lost insanity.

"His Highness is not the time to be sad. His Highness should immediately go to the barracks to take over the imperial guards and convince the three elders of the royal family." Confucian scholar said.

Zheng Hua stood up, wiped the snot off his face, and asked indifferently: "Will going over now cause others to suspect?"

"Even if His Highness doesn't go, some people will doubt His Highness." Confucian scholar said.

Zheng Hua's eyes were extremely cold.

"go!"

……

At this time, the barracks was in chaos.

Zheng Qingsong was lying on the bed covered in blood, and Eunuch Wei lay beside him as if he had lost all his vitality.

Inside the tent, the three of Zheng Ziming's faces were heavy.