Reborn to choose a husband, I will lead the deposed prince to seize my ex-husband’s kingdom

When Xu Minglang walked away from the banquet in the East Palace, he was already eighty percent drunk.

Ah Quan helped Xu Minglang, who could not walk straight, into the carriage and hurriedly drove the carriage towards the Zhenguo Palace.

And behind this carriage, a dozen or so famous guards were rarely seen.

Obviously, Xu Minglang, who knew he would definitely get drunk today, was afraid that someone would take this opportunity to cause trouble, so he was extra prepared.

Zheng Keer, who was hiding in the cage of the carriage, tried his best to get out from among the piles of quilts.

Looking at the man in front of him with his peach-blossom eyes slightly closed and a unique sense of style, Zheng Ke'er felt extremely itchy in her heart.

Squatting in front of Xu Minglang and twirling Xu Minglang's eyelashes, I saw that this person who had always been rejected thousands of miles away in my memory did not push her away now.

Zheng Keer felt that the trip to the capital this time, day and night, was extremely worthwhile.

His courage grew under the indulgence of drunken people. Zheng Keer held Xu Minglang's face in his hands and couldn't help but shorten the distance between the two.

The moment Zheng Keer was about to touch Xu Minglang's forehead, the back of his neck was directly pressed by Xu Minglang.

A kiss that smelled of mellow wine fell on Zheng Keer's lips in a rough and raw manner.

The sobbing in the carriage alarmed Ah Quan. Through the gap in the carriage, Ah Quan recognized the whip fastened to Zheng Ke'er's waist. He also saw Zheng Ke'er being turned over and pressed against the carriage by his master, kissing him fiercely.

After thinking for a moment, Ah Quan said nothing, but silently drove the carriage around the capital.

After half a cup of tea, the person who was pressing and kissing Zheng Keer slowly loosened his grip on Zheng Keer.

Turning over and falling on the floor of the carriage, Xu Minglang pressed his hands tightly on his chest and fell into a dream with a contented smile.

Zheng Keer sat on the carriage and calmed down for a while before coming back to her senses. She walked towards Xu Minglang with soft legs, tentatively put her hand on the back of Xu Minglang's hand, and then tentatively moved Xu Minglang's hand away.

She was a little curious as to how important it was that Xu Minglang needed to hold it tightly on her chest.

The man who had fallen asleep drunk suddenly opened his peach-blossom eyes with a hint of fierceness. When he recognized the person in front of him, he took out the sachet on his chest and looked at it for a while.

Xu Minglang smiled lowly, with great brilliance, and put the sachet to his chest again, pressing it tightly.

Closing his eyes again, Xu Minglang whispered: "If you give it to me, it's mine, and you can't take it away in your dreams."

The impact of these words was greater than the impact of the kiss just now.

It was so big that Zheng Keer collapsed on the spot and lost the ability to walk upright.

The carriage suddenly stopped. Ah Quan looked at the group of military generals blocking the way and guessed the identity of the person coming.

Knocking on the carriage window, Ah Quan reminded in a low voice: "Miss Zheng, your brother is here to pick you up."

Zheng Ke'er felt panicked when she heard this, but returned to calm in an instant.

He stood up holding on to the wall of the carriage, and then slowly walked down from the carriage. The red glow on his face still hadn't faded away.

This appearance naturally frightened Zheng Xingye. Through the wide open window of the carriage, he saw Xu Minglang still sleeping on the carriage. Zheng Xingye understood that nothing happened to the two of them.

Even if something happened, it should be regarded as his sister taking the initiative to get involved.

Without opening a word, let alone venting his anger, Zheng Xingye just got off his horse and put Zheng Keer on the horse's back.

After he had walked dozens of miles out of the city gate and ensured that no one would notice his whereabouts, Zheng Xingye finally spoke and concluded.

"Ke'er, you and Xu Minglang will not end well."

Xu Minglang's sincerity is the bargaining chip used by Zheng Keer to confront Zheng Xingye at this moment: "He is now working for the prince. The prince is the future emperor of the Dayu Dynasty. Why can't we be together?"

"Xu Minghuai is in the army, and among the forces suppressing Xu Minghuai, the prince is now the main one."

"Those people want Xu Minghuai dead."

Zheng Xingye looked at the confusion in Zheng Keer's eyes and made his words clearer: "Prince, I have never thought about letting the Xu family live from the beginning to the end."

"Why?" Her face became anxious, and Zheng Ke'er asked again: "The people in Zhenguo Palace are very good, and Xu Minglang is still the prince's son. Why did the prince kill them?"

"Can't we save them?"

"Brother, the prince values ​​you so much, can't you intercede on behalf of the Duke of Zhenguo?"

"Ke'er!" The voice was sharp. Zheng Xingye had a thousand words to say, but in the end he could only say coldly: "There is no reason."

Afraid that Zheng Ke'er would cause some trouble on the way, Zheng Xingye worked hard all the way, traveling day and night out of Xie Chongan's sphere of influence, and then he dared to set up camp in a hidden place by the Luoshui River.

A group of men in black quickly shuttled through the jungle. If you look closely, you can see that these men are wearing special iron gloves.

Several extremely thin silver cords were tied from high to low to the giant trees on both sides of the road, and in a moment, a thin and deep gash appeared in the big tree that had been tied by the silver cords.

Zheng Keer frowned and pulled off a piece of hair and blew it towards where the silver thread was.

The hair brushed the silver thread and was divided into two parts.

If they were a step too late, both the horses they rode and their people would be cut off directly by this silver cord.

These people specifically chose this place to set up such a life-threatening trap at this time. That is the person they want to kill, and they will inevitably appear at this opportunity.

Zheng Xingye and Zheng Keer looked at each other in silence, and an extremely bad thought appeared in their minds at the same time.

Could it be that they did something to make Xie Chongan unhappy, and Xie Chongan wanted to get rid of them?

The sound of carriages and horses was heard in front. Xu Mingqing pushed open the door of the carriage and told Old Liu with a smile: "Old Liu, if you drive the horse faster, you must return to the capital before Yaoyao gets married."

Old Liu's lowered head nodded a few more times, but he did not immediately speed up the whip swing.

He raised his head slightly and squinted his eyes. When he saw the silver light that was faintly visible in the sunlight, he waved the riding whip at high speed, and the carriage crashed straight towards where the silver line was.

The moment Zheng Keer heard this, he struggled to get up and tried to stop Lao Liu.

However, Zheng Xingye directly covered his mouth and sealed the acupuncture points, leaving him no chance to move.

The two of them, brother and sister, cannot afford to offend the crown prince of a country.

The horse's head was cut off at the waist the moment it came into contact with the silver wire, and the horse's hooves, which had no time to react, were still rushing forward crazily.

The guarded old Liu seized the opportunity and jumped out of the carriage, rolled several times and fell deep into the grass.

The carriage Xu Mingqing was riding in was cut in half without exception.

The torso wrapped in the official robe was spurting out blood at a very fast speed. The official hat on the head rolled on the ground several times and was left on the river embankment.

And the head rolled directly into the Luo River.

There was a sudden heavy rain in the clear sky, and an extremely hungry fox ran down the mountain, following the smell of blood, and snatched the other end directly.

Lao Liu tried his best to climb out of the ravine, and all the remaining followers tried their best to kneel down and worship at the place where the body was difficult to piece together.

The voice that had been mute for a long time could not make any sound, but the tears burst directly into the eyes, and kept falling on the official road along with the rain.

Shaking and chasing in the direction of Luohe, Lao Liu tried to retrieve Xu Mingqing's head.

But at the very end, he fainted in the arms of the palace guard who stopped him.