Dingjiangshan

Ning Zheng didn't go anywhere.

Wearing a large bamboo hat, he walked into the gate of Anqing Mansion against the crowds leaving the city, turned from the bustling main road to the side road, walked aimlessly for a while, and then found the last family in the city that had never been seen. I bought a bag of candied gourd balls covered in icing sugar from the sugar shop that closed the stall.

In order to return to Anqing Mansion smoothly, Ning Zheng and the others changed out of the blood-stained light armor, threw away the long knife in their hands, and changed into coarse linen clothes.

Over the past few days, there were only three or five personal guards left beside Ning Zheng, who followed him scattered and silently.This made the King of Changle look no different from those wealthy businessmen in the city who fled with their families—maybe not even as grand as them.

Ning Zheng silently turned from the small path to the main road back to the mansion. The once glorious and majestic Changle Palace seemed to be covered in a layer of haze for no reason. It was clear that there was no defect on the front door, but it looked dusty, as if it had decayed for a long time .

Ning Zheng stepped on the threshold, waved his hand to stop the servant from greeting, and walked in with heavy steps.

When Shen Tinghe heard the news, he tidied up in a hurry and went out to meet him, and happened to walk across from Ning Zheng at the second gate.

"My lord—" Shen Tinghe tried to force a kind smile from his face, but it still failed.

On the way back, Ning Zheng heard about Ning Yan being rescued from the palace, and also heard about his youngest son's unexplained death.

I heard that more than 30 guards died in the mansion that day, and Ning Yan also disappeared into the firewood room where he was imprisoned without anyone noticing.It wasn't until some servants went to deliver the food and found that the dumb servant in the courtyard had long since passed away, that the news spread.

Shen Tinghe is not good at lying, even though she has tried her best to make herself less guilty, she still subconsciously avoids Ning Zheng's eyes, and the forced smile is full of reluctance.

So Ning Zheng could easily see the clues from her face.

In fact, Ning Zheng had guessed something since he learned that the news of Ning Yan and his youngest son died on the same day. He had to admit that his sixth younger brother was even more insane than he had imagined, and he was also more open-minded.

Shen Tinghe's fingers covered in her sleeves tightened convulsively, the heart in her chest was pounding so hard that her eyes became black, and her ears buzzed one after another.

This kind of heartbeat was too violent, Shen Tinghe was very afraid that Ning Zheng would hear the clues, she wanted to press her heart, but she didn't dare.

Not long after Ning Yan left that day, Shen Tinghe realized what the advice before he left was.In fact, Shen Tinghe might not have thought that she did this too rough, if Ning Zheng had the heart, it would be easy to find out about her.

But at that time, she was so full of thoughts about how to keep the child alive that she turned a blind eye to these dangers. It wasn't until Ning Yan completely left Anqing Mansion that Shen Tinghe began to panic.

She was like a prisoner waiting to die on the guillotine, with a shiny crescent knife hanging above her head, which would fall down at any moment.

Ning Zheng looked at her expression calmly, the poor woman in front of her didn't know how to hide herself at all, and she didn't know how to make things like "betrayal" more concealed, so she could only force herself to suppress the panic in her heart , waiting for God to give her the final judgment.

Of course Ning Zheng could drag her out to sacrifice the flag right now, but this idea only appeared for a moment before being rejected by Ning Zheng himself.

It is no longer necessary.

Ning Yan has safely returned to the opposite side, and took away his son, and there is no room for him to turn around after that. Even if he drags Shen Tinghe out and kills him now, it will not help the frontline battle situation at all.

——Why bother, Ning Zheng thought.

Why do you have to ruin your family at such a last moment, your wife and children are separated, and there will be no one in front of you when you walk the Yellow Springs Road in the future.

In fact, Ning Zheng had a hard time expressing his feelings, he was not as furious as Shen Tinghe imagined, on the contrary, when he learned about the situation in the mansion, he also felt a kind of secret pleasure from the inside out.

——So what if Ning Yan won, he took his son away, Ning Zheng thought.

He probably already guessed that Linglong's pregnancy was just a cover, and Ning Yan had already taken a fancy to his son, that's why he had to go around and take such a big risk.

Thinking of this, Ning Zheng couldn't help laughing lowly.

Shen Tinghe had been watching his face with trepidation, but when she saw him suddenly laughing, she was even more startled, and almost subconsciously took half a step back.

"My lord—" Shen Tinghe reluctantly said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing is something worth laughing at." Ning Zheng said.

The cold poison in Ning Yan's body cannot be eradicated, and there will be no successors in the future. If he doesn't want to fall into a situation where he is surrounded by enemies, he can only protect "Linglong's child". If there is no accident, Ning Zheng will definitely be the throne in the future. son's.

So what if he lost to Ning Yan in this battle, after going around and around, he was not the one who won in the end.

Shen Tinghe thought he was crazy, his expression was sinister, and his smile was creepy.

Probably no one in this world knows Ning Zheng's desire for the throne better than Shen Tinghe. Now that Ning Zheng has suffered a crushing defeat, she really can't imagine anything that would make him happy.

Shen Tinghe even felt that Ning Zheng would take out a dagger from his arms in the next second and stab her to death in front of all the servants in the house, so that everyone would know that she, Shen Tinghe, betrayed Ning Zheng and deserved to die.

But Ning Zheng didn't say anything, he even looked at Shen Tinghe gently for a while, then reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

"My concubine has worked hard these days." Ning Zheng said, "You have to mourn the loss of your child."

Shen Tinghe didn't know if what he said was ironic, or if he really didn't suspect her, so he could only forcefully follow his words and continued: "...the prince is too."

The rage and ruthlessness that Shen Tinghe imagined did not appear, and there was not even any cold dagger or long knife in Ning Zheng's hand.

King Changle just stared at her for a while, then handed her the crumpled paper bag in his hand.

The sweet and greasy icing smell emanated from the paper bag, the melted icing stained the paper bag wet, and the sticky syrup overflowed from the gap of the paper bag, accidentally dirtying Shen Tinghe's hands.

Shen Tinghe took the bag of candy in a daze, not understanding what Ning Zheng meant.

But Ning Zheng obviously didn't want to explain too much, he stroked Shen Tinghe's hair, then turned around and walked back the way he came from.

Shen Tinghe's heart trembled, and out of thin air, he saw something ominous from the back of the other party, as if he would never come back after leaving.

——This is her husband, Shen Tinghe suddenly thought.

It was her god, her reliance, her biological father, and the only man she ever loved.

Shen Tinghe made a choice between her son and her husband, but it doesn't mean that she can really let go of this man.

Even though Ning Zheng ruined the peace of the Changle Prince's Mansion, Shen Tinghe still loved him and was worried about him, for fear that he would never return at some point and leave her behind.

"My lord—" Shen Tinghe clenched the paper bag in his hand, subconsciously took two steps, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ning Zheng stopped in his tracks, he didn't turn his head, he just turned his body slightly, and said, "Go and deploy the defense in the city."

Because civilians are not prohibited from leaving the city, the martial law in Anqing Mansion seems a bit child's play.

Ning Huaijin and Xie Jue outside the city made up their minds to catch them alive, they only besieged Anqing Mansion but did not attack them. After ten days, the people in Anqing Mansion were panicked.

The civilians who can run have almost run away, but in just half a month, Anqing Mansion has almost become an empty city. The shops and houses on the street are empty, and even the gold and silver are taken away. .

After losing popularity, the whole city quickly became lifeless. Even if candles were lit everywhere after nightfall, it still looked cold.

Ning Zheng never went back to the palace. After Shen Tinghe was worried for a few days, his fear of the future changed from worrying about his own life to Ning Zheng's empty future.

——Will Ning Yan kill him, Shen Tinghe thought, the boy in the firewood room looks so kind-hearted, can he really be ruthless to attack his brother.

Shen Tinghe knew in his heart that the answer was yes, but he couldn't help feeling a little lucky, thinking that even if it was confined, as long as one life was left, it would be good anyway.

Ning Huaijin's letter of surrender was nailed to the gate of Anqing Mansion with a heavy arrow during the five-day siege of No. 20.The heavy arrow was three times as thick as the white-feathered arrow, it was shot by Prince Gong himself with the bow, it sank more than three inches into the wooden frame, it didn't look like he was going to surrender, but rather he was going to ask for his life.

Xie Jue was standing beside Ning Huaijin at that time, and always felt that if Ning Yan hadn't given clear instructions in advance, Ning Huaijin probably wanted to shoot this arrow into Ning Zheng's heart.

The letter of surrender was written by Ning Huaijin himself, but unfortunately Ning Zheng didn't read it, so he tore it in half, clearly expressing the attitude of "I would rather die in battle than surrender".

It's a pity that he guards that bit of princely dignity in his heart, but his subordinates don't have the energy to support him any longer.

Morale is such a thing, again and again, it declines again and again, and it is exhausted three times.If they were allowed to follow Ning Zheng to fight back vigorously and die on the battlefield, they might also be able to die dignifiedly.But when Ning Zheng retreated again and again, the people under him inevitably had their thoughts fluttering, and they didn't want to follow him to die.

July 28, Bailu, happened to be the No.30 six days of Ning Huaijin's siege.

There is fire in July, even in places like Anqing Mansion, which is close to the south of the Yangtze River, the temperature obviously starts to drop in the early morning and after nightfall, so I have to add more clothes to keep out the cold.

When there was only half of the Anqing Mansion's grain storage left, a vanguard battalion commander under Ning Zheng led the army to mutiny while he was resting, and took down the entire Xicheng Patrol Battalion in just half an hour, and then took the With the letter of surrender that had been torn in half, Ning Huaijin opened the door to the city.

Ning Huaijin entered the city through the wide-open west city gate in Xushi, and led his guards into Changle Palace in Haishi.

In just an hour's time, Anqing Mansion changed hands.

As a result, Ning Huaijin had already received the news, but Ning Zheng was not surprised.After the city was broken, Ning Huaijin's personal guards removed the sword from his body almost calmly, and put on a pair of iron locks instead.

That night there was an urgent report back to Huoshan County, saying that the Anqing Mansion had been broken, His Majesty had granted his wish, and both Changle Wang and his wife were sent to prison, listening to His Majesty's words.