Dingjiangshan

Ning Yan pondered for a quarter of an hour with the candlelight before making a decision.

He dug Jiang Ling up from his sleep, temporarily entrusted her with Ning Ping, who was in a dark sleep, then called Qin Liu, and rushed to Anqing Mansion overnight.

Ning Yan was very obedient this time. He not only brought close followers like Qin Liu with him when he went out, but also ordered his own bodyguards to accompany him. The government has made it clear.

Ning Huaijin actually didn't want Ning Yan to come again, but he knew that he couldn't stop him.It doesn't matter if Ning Zheng died in the battle between the two armies, but as long as he lives, Ning Yan can only deal with him, and no one else can intervene.

So Ning Huaijin could only leave the matter at hand to Xie Jue, and personally lead the troops to pick him up along the way Ning Yan came from.

This time Ning Yan didn't ride a horse, nor did he lead any troops, and just wandered leisurely on the road for two days.

Ning Huaijin joined Ning Yan's carriage at a place more than a hundred miles away from Anqing Mansion, and Ning Yan couldn't hold back, urged her repeatedly, and finally abandoned the horse and got on the carriage.

He was wearing light armor, which made it difficult for him to move around, and he seemed restrained when he sat in the car. Ning Shengsheng was afraid that he would not sit comfortably, so he moved aside, almost giving up most of the seat to him.

"Your Majesty doesn't have to hide so far away." Ning Huaijin said, "I just need to stand aside."

"There are still more than two hours away from Anqing Mansion. Uncle Huang, don't be so constrained." Ning Yan smiled, took Ning Huaijin's hand and rubbed it, and said: "Otherwise, when you get off the car, be careful of your back. acid."

"It's okay." Ning Huaijin said, "I'm used to riding horses every day these days."

"That's right." Ning Huaijin moved towards Ning Yan, raised her chin at Ning Yan's right hand, and asked, "What's wrong with His Majesty's hand?"

"Huh?" Ning Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and opened his sleeves to show him, "It's much better—the wound on the outside has almost healed, but the bones inside haven't healed yet, and it still hurts to move. However, the doctor said that it is still necessary to move frequently to prevent the bones from growing crooked."

The bamboo piece used for fixing in Ning Yan's hand has been taken out, but it is still wrapped in thick gauze.Ning Huaijin carefully held his hand up and down for a while, and was relieved when he saw that the movement was not hindered.

"That's good." Ning Huaijin let go of his hand and said, "It's just that His Majesty hasn't taken care of him yet, so why bother to come here, even if he wants to deal with Ning Zheng, and wait until the mess in Anqing Mansion is cleaned up in the future. The minister will take him back again."

"Actually, I don't have anything to do here this time. It's just a matter of meeting the third brother." Ning Yan said with a smile: "I don't want to hide it from the emperor, I didn't intend to kill him."

Ning Huaijin had heard about his idea a long time ago, and it is not surprising to hear it now.

"I know, it's just—"

Ning Yan made a stop gesture and said, "Uncle Huang doesn't know, what I mean is that not only will I not kill him, but I also don't want to take him back to the capital to be imprisoned."

After Ning Jing's incident, Ning Yan thought that there was nothing more to hide from Ning Huaijin, so before he could ask, he revealed all his plans.

"I have dealt with him long ago, but I didn't let him go to the guillotine, nor let him be imprisoned to death in the Miyagi palace." Ning Yan said: "I said I would give him a chance, that is, I really want to give him a chance." A way out."

Anqing Mansion is the capital of the feudal land, and its mansion is well-built, and even the prison is bigger than other places.

Since Ning Zheng was imprisoned, no one has come to sentence him or interrogate him, not even Xie Jue and Ning Huaijin.Ning Zheng didn't know what was going on in their minds, but miraculously, when they came, they were at ease, and staying in the prison was also considered peace of mind.

It's just that Shen Tinghe heard that he was also imprisoned, but he didn't know where he was locked up.It seems that Ning Zheng is the only prisoner in the government office prison, and most of the prisons are empty. Occasionally, when he speaks a word, three sentences can be echoed back.

The prison was damp and dark, and there was no light. Ning Zheng could only distinguish day and night from a small transom high above.

When he was locked up for the tenth day, the jailer who delivered food in the evening changed from a dry and thin middle-aged man to a young man in light armor.

Ning Zheng knew that outfit—it was the light armor worn by the imperial guards around Ning Yan.

The man brought him a five-layer food box, which was heavy, and there was no shortage of chicken, duck and fish, and he also boiled a pot of warm wine.

Ning Zheng looked at these things, suddenly smiled, and asked, "Why, Your Majesty has arrived?"

The young man's face was quite cold, and he didn't answer when he heard the words, he took out everything in the food box and laid it out for him, then turned his head and walked out of the room, standing at the door with a knife.

Ning Zheng didn't care about this either. Ever since he knew that Ning Yan had to regard his son as his only heir, he was in a good mood, and he didn't hold back so much even when he lost.

He probably already had the will to die, so he didn't care much about anything, and he didn't care whether the food and drink were poisonous or not. In short, he took the chopsticks and started to eat. After drinking for three rounds, he even read a few poems.

Qin Liu leaned against the cold green brick wall, patiently waiting for the medicine to take effect.

Ning Yan planned to let Ning Zheng enjoy this "decapitated meal". The medicine in it was very gentle and took effect very slowly. Qin Liu waited outside for a full hour before he felt that there was nothing in the prison behind him. sounded.

Qin Liu breathed a long sigh of relief, then turned around and pushed open the half-covered cell door, put Ning Zheng, who had fallen asleep from the sweat medicine, on his shoulder with one hand, turned and walked out of the cell.

A coarse cloth carriage was waiting outside the prison, Qin Liu threw Ning Zheng into the carriage, and then sat on the shaft, picked up the reins with one hand, and called out to drive.

Ning Zheng was knocked down by the sweat medicine, and fell into a drowsy sleep. He slept for more than ten hours, and didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

He opened his eyes in a daze, only half a small window was open as far as he could see, and the afterglow of the setting sun came in through the window, illuminating half of the carriage, and he looked at it warmly.

Ning Zheng subconsciously lowered his head and looked at himself, but saw that he was missing neither an arm nor a leg. He touched his throat again, but found no wound.

The doubts in his heart deepened, and he turned over and sat up, only to see that the door of the carriage was ajar, revealing a small gap, apparently not locked from the outside.

Ning Zheng didn't understand why he was still able to open his eyes, but he probably could tell that this was a trap to invite you into the urn. He bent over and pushed the door open without any hesitation.

—He was alone, and there was nothing to be afraid of at this point.

Ning Zheng stepped out of the carriage, dazzled by the light outside for a moment, he narrowed his eyes displeased, looked around, only to find that he was on a mountain road at this time.There was an exquisite gazebo not far in front of the carriage, and Ning Yan was drinking tea sideways to him.Standing behind him were two young men served by the imperial guards. Ning Huaijin also accompanied him, but stood further away, leaning on a tree by the cliff to watch the scenery.

Another carriage was parked not far from the other side of the gazebo, and Shen Tinghe was standing beside the carriage, looking anxiously at him.

——What is the situation, Ning Zheng thought.

Shen Tinghe had already seen him coming out, and she was overjoyed immediately, and wanted to come this way, but before she could take a step, she was grabbed by the guards behind her.

"Third brother." Ning Yan put down the teacup Shi Ran, made a gesture of invitation to the empty seat opposite, and said with a smile: "The tea is still warm."

Ning Zheng gestured to Shen Tinghe to be calm, then strode over, unceremoniously took a seat opposite Ning Yan, and took a drink from the tea bowl in front of him.

When Ning Huaijin heard the movement, she turned her head slightly and glanced here.

"Third brother, aren't you afraid that I will poison you?" Ning Yan laughed.

"You should poison me to death." Ning Zheng sneered: "Why, you think killing me in prison is not good, so you want to do it in this deep mountain and old forest?"

Now that the matter has come to an end, the distinction between superiority and inferiority is no longer important in Ning Zheng's eyes. He is like a smashed pot, and he almost doesn't care about anything.

"It doesn't matter if you kill me today. After all, a hundred years from now, my son will still sit on the throne." Ning Zheng twirled the teacup in his hand, and said with a smile, "No matter how tricky you are, you're still doing it for me." The son made the wedding dress."

"That's right." Ning Yan admitted bluntly: "Ah Jing is a good boy, and he gets along well with me these days. He should be well educated and he should be a good prince."

The muscles on Ning Zheng's face twitched, he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or what.

"So, you are here to kill the grass and roots for your crown prince?" Ning Zheng asked.

"On the contrary." Ning Yan leaned forward, added another half bowl of tea for himself and Ning Zheng, and said, "I'm here to let the third brother go."

"Huh?" Ning Zheng sneered, "You think I'm six years old? Would you believe your nonsense?"

"Third Brother, whether you believe it or not, this is my attitude." Ning Yan said lightly: "Although Ah Jing is still young, I will clean up all the people who know about it, but there is no guarantee that there will be no such a thing. One or two fish that slip through the net will become my hidden danger in the future. To be a human being, you must leave a way out for yourself, and I don't want the son I have raised for so many years to turn against me when I am old and old."

Ning Zheng was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "How could the father entrust the throne to such a soft-hearted and cowardly fellow as you?"

Ning Zheng looked extremely puzzled, Ning Jing was still so young, as long as Ning Yan said he was his son, after decades, who would really care whose stomach Ning Jing crawled out of, even Ning Jing himself I'm afraid I won't care about it, and I will even say that the two biological parents who have long been dead and yellow have turned against the current emperor.

Although Ning Zheng scolded him for being soft-hearted, he knew in his heart that Ning Yan was by no means a weak idiot, otherwise he would not be able to sit here today as a winner.

His innocence and weakness might bring him a good reputation of "kindness and kindness", but in any case, he couldn't let him sit safely on the throne of the emperor for so many years.

But Ning Yan didn't look like he was lying - after all, there was nothing in him for Ning Yan to plot.