minister wants to kill the king

Feng Su kowtowed three times in front of Lu Bufan's thatched cottage, bid farewell to his teacher, and bid farewell to Liu Junze and Chen Qingyu. Chen Qingyu didn't know Feng Su's identity, but only knew that Feng Su's uncle was his uncle. Should be siblings

Before leaving, Liu Junze deliberately called Feng Su into the house, Xue Lang had long been accustomed to Liu Junze's behavior of not trusting him, so he stood outside the courtyard and waited.

"You are going to Jingyang, the road is dangerous, so be careful."

Feng Su smiled and said, "Uncle, don't worry, with Xue Lang here, I'm very safe."

Liu Junze frowned slightly, his ice-cold face instantly turned colder, "I want you to be careful with Xue Lang."

Feng Su's smile froze, he knew that Xue Lang and Liu Junze had always been at odds, but he didn't know why, "Xue Lang is fine."

Liu Junze knew that no matter what he said, Feng Su wouldn't listen to him, so he said, "It's a good thing to not be suspicious of someone, but it's a good thing to be suspicious, but Xue Lang makes me feel very strange, you need to be more careful."

Feng Su smiled and said, "I know that Uncle is doing it for my own good, I know it well."

"Forget it, I can't say anything about you." Liu Junze looked at Feng Su helplessly, then turned around and went into the inner room to take something out.

These are two brand new robes.

Liu Junze said, "No matter where you go, food, clothing, housing and transportation, clothes represent whether a person is decent, and there is nothing to give you, I made a new clothes for you and your companion."

It has been two years since the palace change, and Feng Su has grown rapidly in the past two years, and he is no longer the boy he was then, but has transformed into a young man who is facing the wind.

Feng Su picked up the robe and gestured, "Ah, it fits just right."

Liu Junze snorted coldly, "Nonsense."

Liu Junze is good at swordsmanship, but he is even better at weaving Sichuan embroidery. The robe is purple, the silk is soft and smooth, bordered with silver thread, there are exquisite cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and neckline, and dark patterns are embroidered everywhere else. Low-key and elegant.

Feng Su put on new clothes and came out. He was slender but not weak, his back was straight, and he looked like a handsome young man. The purple clothes made his face more exquisite and picturesque.

Liu Junze looked at it, took out a jade ring, and put it on Feng Su's waist, "That's right."

When Feng Su went out, Xue Lang stood under the shade of a tree and looked towards Feng Su with a look of amazement in his eyes.

Feng Su walked over with a smile, "How about the new clothes my uncle made for me?"

"This color is good." Xue Lang nodded, Feng Su pushed him, "You change it too, go quickly."

Xue Lang changed into a robe and came out, it was of the same material and pattern as Feng Su's, the two stood together like a pair of brothers.In the same robe, Feng Su wore it as Mr. Pian Pianjia, but Xue Lang still wore the same robe with a murderous look, and his whole body was even more imposing.

After bidding farewell to Liu Junze, Feng Su and Xue Lang rode horses all the way to the northeast, intending to intercept Feng Su on the way to the fiefdom.

In the second year of Zhaoming, there was a famine and a drought in Hebei. The peasants revolted, and before their legs were out of the mud, they went to kill the court officials with hoes and sickles.

At the beginning, they robbed the government, but later tasted the sweetness, and began to point their knives at the same kind, burning, killing and looting the people at will.

The rebel army had no organization and discipline, and formed large and small teams. After occupying a county, they dared to proclaim themselves kings. For a while, many emperors appeared in various state capitals.

The imperial court sent troops to suppress it, and wars broke out everywhere for a while, but at this time in the previous life, Xue Lang sent the fake Fengsu to the Jingyang fiefdom, and "just happened" to meet the rebel army on the way, Jingyang Hou Fengsu was unfortunately killed by the rebel army, and died in the On the way, Feng Huaicheng was furious and sent heavy troops to suppress the rebels, killing every single one of the rebels.

Now, even if someone questioned Feng Huaicheng's murder of his brother, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty would not dare to say anything.

Feng Su and Xue Lang rode fast all the way, catching up in front of the "Marquis of Jingyang", Xue Lang calculated the distance, and the convoy of "Marquis of Jingyang" passed here about a day later.

The two of them stayed in the wilderness that night, the moon was bright and the stars were brilliant.

Only the crisp chirping of crickets can be heard.

Feng Su fiddled with the fire intentionally or unintentionally, "What should I do next to regain my identity as Marquis, find a will, and then what?"

Xue Lang "become the emperor."

Feng Su: "If I really avenge myself, I will become the emperor and I will be the regent for you."

The corner of Xue Lang's lips twitched, "If you say that, you'll often end up with nothing but a dead dog."

Feng Su nodded, "It seems to be the same, then I won't be the regent, I should be"

"When"

"I will give you the title of Grand Marshal of the World's Soldiers and Horses."

Xue Lang, "Looking back, I will hold a heavy army, Your Majesty, you will be afraid again."

Feng Su: "What are you afraid of? I wish you could help me stabilize the frontier court. I don't have to worry about anything every day. I can't be a fool. I can't be a general. What if I get injured."

Xue Lang turned his face and looked at him steadily.

Feng Su: "You should be my reading companion."

Xue Lang had a half-smile but not a smile, "I've worked so hard for you to be a companion"

Feng Su kicked him, "The whole world is divided into half of you, and you still care about your reputation, so it's not right for you to be the regent."

Xue Lang laughed and said, "All right, all right, Your Majesty, now you are not even the Marquis, so stop dreaming."

At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from a distance, and the sound sounded like a convoy.

Xue Lang "Here we come."

Fengsu "quickly put out the fire"

The two quickly extinguished the fire, hid in the dark, and waited for the convoy to come.

Tonight, the moon is bright for thousands of miles, the stars are shining brightly, and the bright white moonlight makes the road bright.

It's a fine day.

Xue Lang pulled the longbow full moon, and three feathered arrows left the string, hitting the coachmen.

The horse was frightened, pulled the cart and galloped forward, then got tripped by the horse lock on the ground, and fell forward uncontrollably

There were no more than twenty guards accompanying the motorcade, and after the accident happened, they found Xue Lang and Feng Su one after another, and rushed towards them.

Feng Su quickly set up his bow and shot arrows, one guard with each arrow, and a guard rushed towards Feng Su at an extremely fast speed, before Feng Su could fight back, he heard a "puchi", and the man's head was chopped off by Xue Lang down.

After a stick of incense.

The accompanying guards were all removed by the two, Feng Su and Xue Lang walked to the overturned carriage, if nothing happened, the fake Feng Su must be in the carriage.

Feng Su lifted the curtain of the car, and saw a thin young man squatting in the corner of the carriage.

The young man was as thin as skin and bones, trembling like a leaf blowing in the wind, the young man raised his head in horror, Feng Su realized that this man was [-]% similar to himself.

It seems that Feng Huaicheng spent a lot of painstaking efforts to find this substitute.

As soon as the fake Feng Su looked up, he saw Feng Su's face, his pupils constricted suddenly, his lips trembled, his mouth opened and closed a few times, and then he spoke in a slurred voice, with a voice as thin as a mosquito, "Don't kill me"