Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

Li Shimin wished he could just roll his eyes and faint. First he was his son-in-law, and now he is his favorite eldest princess. It's terrible!

Zhu Yichen, the Minister of Dali Temple, quickly came out and asked: "What needs to be understood most now is why Princess Changle conspired with General Su Liesu, His Highness Li Tai and this inexplicable Ahu to kill the British Duke. And who is this Li Chunfeng?" , whether he knew the truth so he could protect the British public."

Li Shimin calmed down: "Li Zhi! How could Li Zhi do such a thing? She must have been deceived by others! My Changle!"

The more Yuchi Jingde looked at the telegram in his hand, the more wrong he became. He continued to read: "Xue Rengui verified that Yuchi Baoqi was a good person, and it was daytime. Yuchi Baoqi, Xue Rengui, and Ahu ran for the head arrest. Yuchi Baoqi won with a high vote and was elected as the head arrest." What the hell is this?"

"Last night, Shan died. Princess Changle died. She had her last words."

Li Shimin couldn't help but tremble: "What did you say? Read it quickly!"

Yuchi Jingde turned it over and over again: "My sister wrote it! There are three words written on it: "last words."

Li Shimin gritted his teeth: "Then just keep reading!"

Yuchi Jingde shrugged, his son was not dead anyway: "Yuchi Baoqi and others exiled Yuan Tiangang, wouldn't that mean they threw him into the sea?"

The original story here is that Yuchi Baoqi voted for Yuan Tiangang, and Yuan Tiangang was eliminated with a high vote and was exiled.

Yuchi Jingde couldn't understand it, so he simply added a translation himself, which was really smart.

Li Shimin's face was wrinkled: "Why is there still something about Yuan Tiangang here? Didn't Li Chunfeng save Xiaobao? Why did he give it to his master?"

Yuchi Jingde simply continued to read: "At night, Su Lie, Li Tai, and Ahu continued to kill Yuchi Baoqi. Yuchi Baoqi died without...no last words."

Yuchi Jingde couldn't continue reciting. Before, he knew that his son was not dead, so he could barely recite it. Now that his son was dead again, his throat was choked and he couldn't speak anymore.

Li Shimin was happy. The sad laughter was very unpleasant, like the sound of a broken bellows: "Ho ho, hoo hoo, my daughter and my son-in-law are all gone! Go to sea! Go to sea!" What kind of sea are you coming from!"

Li Shimin patted the dragon chair, stood up several times with difficulty, and finally stood up straight: "I have orally told you that from now on, no piece of wood is allowed to enter the sea! This is the ancestral teaching! Later generations of the Li family will only have the intention to open the sea. Take away your status as a clan member!"

At this moment, Queen Changsun also arrived. As the master of the harem, she naturally had her own channels for information.

As soon as Empress Changsun entered the hall, she knelt down directly in front of Li Shimin: "Your Majesty, it's not true, isn't it? It's not true! My sons Li Zhi and Xiao Bao are both fine, right? Your Majesty, please speak!"

Li Shimin hunched his back, moved slowly, walked to Empress Changsun, lifted her up, and rolled out two words from his throat.

"The country...is in mourning!"

Empress Changsun fainted and Li Shimin shouted directly at Wang De: "Go find the imperial doctor! Hurry!"

At the same time, the Tianwei Army camp was generally normal, with only three or five lieutenants and generals gathering together.

"How could the young master die like this? Do you think this telegram is true or false?"

"It was indeed sent from the ship. The specially-made telegraph machine needs to go through a transfer station at the military port. I made it myself."

Mo Qi held his chin with his hand and looked into the distance with empty eyes.

Wang Yan hammered the table with his fist: "I don't believe it. I don't believe that the governor who could lead us through all the difficulties and win the battle is dead. And the language in this telegram is too strange, don't you think?"

Galaqi comforted Wang Yan at the side: "Brother Yan, let's think about whether we should inform the army about this news first. The governor's death was not during war. According to military regulations, the news must be reported."

Shi Kuan was very angry: "Please report it, military regulations cannot be violated."

Wang Yan directly denied: "I have doubts! How to report doubts! Why did the young master use poison to kill Princess Changle? Does this make sense? It's not like you haven't seen the skills of the governor! Also, I don't believe that General Su will betray the governor!"

Mo Qi came back to his senses, thinking about the nearly two-meter giant Hanhan: "I don't believe it either, but this is indeed sent from the ship. The wording is strange. Could it be that it was sent secretly? In fact, the ship has been Secretly controlled?"

While Chang'an City was in chaos, Yuchi Baoqi, who was supposed to be dead, was playing Baduanjin on the deck.

"The humidity at sea is really high. I always feel like I can't sweat. It's really uncomfortable."

"British Lord! British Lord! I finally found you! Something happened, something big happened!"

Yuchi Baoqi stretched out his hand to stop the visitor: "The boiler exploded? Hiss, I didn't hear the sound. Did someone fall into the sea?"

The man stamped his foot: "Oh, Mr. British! No! You are dead!"

Yuchi Baoqi pointed at himself: "Do you want to hear what you are farting about? I'm dead, am I a ghost? A ghost playing Baduanjin under the bright sun, do you think you are not wiped out?"

The man ran all the way over: "No, it's a telegram from Chang'an, saying that you and Princess Changle have passed away, and there is a national mourning. Let us return quickly and take your bodies back."

Yuchi Baoqi's thinking stopped: "Huh?"

The man was also a messenger and couldn't explain why, so he pulled Yuchi Baoqi and ran to the telegraph room. When Yuchi Baoqi arrived at the telegraph room, he saw two telegraph operators standing there talking.

"After you translated it, you just put it here, and you didn't mark it?"

"Uncle, I didn't mean to do it. The more I read the telegram, the more something seemed wrong. After I finished translating it, I went to inquire. Who knows, the people in charge are all asleep. Aren't they running around and delaying it?"

"Now we have caused a big disaster. How to do it? Now the entire Chang'an City, including the Tianwei Army camp, has received the news of the death of Princess Changle and the British Lord. They killed each other, and General Su Lie was also involved!"

Yuchi Baoqi coughed twice and interrupted the conversation between his uncle and nephew: "No, what's going on? What kind of telegram? Let me take a look at the original."

The telegraph operator lowered his head, pointed to the message on the side, and stopped talking.

Yuchi Baoqi took a second look at it when he picked it up: "Isn't this the game record of chasing the murderer during the day? Why did you send it to the telegraph office? What's going on?"

Yuchi Baoqi sat down directly and started tapping on the telegraph machine. It was a coincidence that Li Shimin was sitting in front of the telegraph machine at the moment, looking at things and thinking about people, and his tears never stopped.

"Old dog, tell me, why did that kid who was like a god die like this? What's more, Li Zhi wants to kill him?"

Wang De stroked Li Shimin's shoulder: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. It was probably the princess who was deceived by others, which led to the disaster, alas."

Suddenly there was a sound from the telegraph machine, and Li Shimin was startled. As the telegram came out bit by bit, Wang De helped translate it and handed it to Li Shimin.

Li Shimin picked it up and took a look: "Die, die, die, how can I die so easily?"

Li Shimin looked at the telegram, then at Wang De, then at Wang De, then at Wang De: "Is it haunted?"