hot hearted

34.

Five years later, Lao Qian said that His Highness the Ninth Prince had already won the trust of all the ministers, and there was an endless stream of guests in the mansion. The general trend was not far away from that step.Besides, with Chu Xia helping His Highness the Ninth Prince, Chu Xia has nothing else, and his eyeliner is unparalleled. With him, at least the Ninth Highness can be guaranteed safe and sound.

Wan Ming pulled his face and continued to play cards with Lao Qian.

Qian Zhi gritted his teeth and rolled up his sleeves: "Come on! I'm afraid of you!"

That look was not here to play cards with others, but to seek revenge against an enemy.

35.

It's not without reason that Qian Zhidan is in pain. This dog has lost eight games in a row, and in the end he reneged on his debt. The purpose was to fight him.

The difference from last time was that although Wan Ming was still frowning, his mood was not as bad as last time.Qian Zhi had wanted to deal with this dog for a long time, but because he was about to die last time, he didn't do anything cruel. As for now, he doesn't have so many worries.The two let go of the fight until they were exhausted and both fell on the dead leaves.

Qian Zhi clutched his chin and let out a "hiss": "You don't slap people in the face, you must have done it on purpose."

Wan Ming didn't get any better, and didn't look at the pig's head beside him. He stood up and gathered his loose sleeves: "I'm leaving tomorrow, will you go back?"

"Where are you going?" Qian Zhi already had the answer in his mind, but he still wanted to confirm it with him.

"Return to Beijing and return to order." Wan Ming said.

36.

Emperor Mingzhen's spirit was getting worse day by day, and all matters in Beijing and China were handled by the sixth prince.

When Wan Ming returned to Beijing, he heard a lot of miscellaneous things, but he didn't hear anything about the prince.After asking someone, the prince died ten years ago. The whole country mourned that year, and no one dared to put up lanterns for three consecutive years.

Wan Ming thanked him, paid the tea money, and went to Wan's mansion.

Wan Mansion has been sealed up for many years, but fortunately it has not been rewarded.Wan Ming climbed over the wall and entered, only to see weeds everywhere in Wan's mansion, it can be seen that it has been abandoned for many years.

He came to the ancestral hall with ease, and before he pushed open the dilapidated door, he heard a soft sound.

Wan Mansion has long been deserted like this, and there should be no one else coming here. Wan Ming was worried that it was the sixth prince's eyeliner, so he didn't startle the snake. He leaned against the wall, clasped the dagger in his hand, and approached the sound step by step.

There was another light sound, as if something was flapping its wings, Wan Ming looked up and saw it was a gray-haired pigeon.

A red string is wrapped around the pigeon's feet, and a bundle of paperwork is wrapped around the red string.

Wan Ming picked it up dumbfounded, removed the red rope, and let the gray pigeon fly.Then he went into the house, lit an oil lamp, rummaged through and found a bundle of house deeds and land deeds.

37.

In Yan Wang's mansion, Yan Jing stopped writing, and lightly plucked the feathers of the gray pigeon on the table before flying back. The gray pigeon did not hide or dodge in Yan Jing's hands, but stretched its neck, looking like it was enjoying it.

"My lord, it's not good! It's not good!"

The gray-feathered pigeon shook, and flew out of the window before the boy broke in.

38.

The border was breached, and two cities were lost in an instant. Dancheng is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Now 50 troops are approaching the city.

It was only today that someone reported it, and the emperor was furious, and took the notes on the table. Before he could say anything, he vomited a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious.

Chaos inside and outside the imperial city.

39.

Chu Xia—that is, Qian Zhi's fake monk apprentice, with two blood books in his hands, he pushed the door open without knocking.

"Look, look, it's so messy."

Yan Jing looked up and saw that Chu Xia had put on a wig, her bangs covered her slightly thicker eyebrows, and her whole face looked like a big girl, which was no longer delicate enough to be described.No wonder he usually shaved his head bald, and when he put on a wig, he didn't even have to change his face.

Chu Xia slapped the blood book on Yan Jing's case: "What am I talking about, winner and loser, you and Na Haoxuan will always be... What is this?"

"The imperial edict." Yan Jing covered it with a silk handkerchief to hide it, and took out the imperial edict and handed it to him.

Chu Xia was taken aback for a moment, obviously no longer worried about what he saw, and carefully picked up the edict and read it.

Before reading a few words, Chu Xia threw the edict back on the desk, and cursed several times: "The emperor is paralyzed on the bed, how can he still have the energy to write an edict, this must be the work of that sinister villain Haoxuan! "

Yan Jing: "You haven't finished watching yet."

"Look at the fart! Now let you go to Dancheng, not a single soldier will be sent to you, it is nothing more than letting you go to the tiger's mouth, and you will never return." Yan Jing turned to look for a book, and Chu Xia bypassed the book case and walked away. Go to his side and say, "Even if you survive and drive the barbarians back to Zaar, when the situation in the capital is settled, you can still use this merit to tell Haoxuan, the imperial edict says let me be the emperor, you let me Shall I let it go!"

Relying on the fact that he was two years older than Yan Jing, Chu Xia tried to persuade him for a long time, what he meant was that it was all this time, and even resisting the decree was better than risking a narrow escape.

"If you don't go, you will resist the edict, and there will be no good end. If you go, even if you die in battle, you can get a good reputation." Yan Jing changed a volume of books, pretending that he didn't understand, "Furthermore, when the enemy is in front, who should be Is the king of this country still important?"

"..." Chu Xia was about to die of anger at him, and the saliva of the relationship for half a day was wasted.He slammed the door and left, "You master and apprentice are the same, donkey temper!"

Yan Jing seemed to be touched by something, and finally moved his eyes away from the book.

A gust of wind blew by, blowing up a corner of the square silk handkerchief, revealing half a portrait that Chu Xia could recognize at a glance.

40.

It was half a month after Wan Ming received the news, he was surprised for a moment, he was busy clearing the obstacles for Yan Jing in the past few months, but he didn't hear any news.Immediately he led a thousand-mile horse out and ran to Dancheng.

Chu Xia couldn't stop him, so she found Qian Zhilai, but Qian Zhi had a clear view, knowing that Wan Ming valued His Royal Highness the Ninth Highness more than his life. Watching him fall into a dead end.

"How long will His Royal Highness keep you from hiding it from him?"

"How long can you hide it?"

"It's been more than half a month, enough."

"Can……"

"He is the master of His Highness Ninth Prince, do you think you can really stop him?" Seeing that he stopped talking, Qian Zhi said, "Don't chase after him, let him go, just pretend you didn't see it."

41.

The terrain of Dancheng is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the food reserves are not very rich, and it will soon reach the point of running out of ammunition and food.

Although Yan Jing is the commander in chief, he usually eats the same food as the soldiers, and lost a lot of weight in just half a month.In the past half month, the barbarians have repeatedly attacked at night, and they have been fighting wheel after wheel, and they are almost restless.In particular, there are common people, women and children in the city of Dan, crying and crying all day long, which disturbs people's panic.

As the commander-in-chief, but without a single soldier, he came to the precarious Dancheng, and to put it bluntly, he was just waiting to die in another place.There were not many who were really willing to listen to Yan Jing, but there were quite a few who wanted to drink pigeon soup, and wanted to attack the gray pigeon next to the coach.

――It cannot be delayed any longer.

Taking advantage of the rest of the barbarians, Yan Jing broke into the enemy's camp at night, and let the other party experience the feeling of not being able to sleep at night.

After being a prince for a long time, Yan Jing almost forgot that he was a dead waiter, and it was a common occurrence to assassinate someone without anyone noticing.

His figure shuttled through the enemy camp like a ghost, and the soldiers who got up at night only saw a figure flashing past, thinking it was their own dazzled eyes, until they heard a "cuckoo", which was a rare pigeon call here.

42.

That night, the military adviser of the barbarians was found dead in the tent.

The next day, the captain was killed.

On the third day, the deputy general was found lying in a pool of blood.

On the fourth day, the governor...

Yan Jing dipped his pen in red ink, and crossed out names one by one.

43.

"Your Highness!" Dancheng Deputy General An Xiao said outside the account.

Yan Jing covered the list with the book of war, wrapped the gauze several more layers, and then tied up his coat.

"Come in."

Yan Jing was no different from usual, but An Xiao, who had been on the battlefield all year round, could still smell the faint smell of blood in the tent.

"Dancheng is not rich, and there is no good medicine. This is the best. Why don't you make do with it first, Your Highness." He put down the golden sore medicine, and after speaking, he realized that he was telling His Highness Jiu to make do with it.After all, he is a noble owner, yet he still wants to make things up for him.If someone else came, they might be dragged out and dealt with by military law.After a pause, it was not easy to bring back the golden sore medicine, so I had to add, "If His Highness doesn't dislike it, I will eventually go to another city to ask for medicine."

Yan Jing picked up the bottle of golden sore medicine, but his eyes fell on An Xiao's restless face: "How do you know?"

"Everyone says that His Highness the Ninth Prince from the capital is a..." An Xiao bit his tongue at a critical moment, almost telling the truth.

"It's a face who came to take refuge in Dancheng." Yan Jing smiled and completed the words for him.

Seeing that he was not angry, An Xiao thought of the fact that he went into the enemy camp alone to assassinate the enemy general, and suddenly felt that this little Highness was not so unbearable.

"The general knows that His Highness is here for the people of Dancheng, but it is not easy for one person to face thousands of troops. The assassination for several days in a row has made the barbarians prepared. If His Highness goes again tonight, I am afraid it will not be so easy. Why don't we take a rest tonight, and we will catch them by surprise the next day."

Yan Jing shook his head: "Once you relax, there will be no chance in the future. How many people in the army know about this?"

"His Royal Highness's whereabouts are well hidden, and the last general just discovered it by accident. If it weren't for the low morale of the barbarians these days, the last general would not have suspected His Highness." An Xiao saw the blood-stained man thrown aside. In the middle coat, he said, "Your Highness, do you want to send someone to serve you?"

Yan Jing declined, he has always disliked having someone serve him personally, let alone in this city where everyone thinks he is superfluous.

He looked at the bloody shoulder, and remembered the scene when Master gave him medicine in the same rainy night that year.

……

A gray pigeon by the window tilted its neck, not understanding why he suddenly smiled.

44.

It's not that Yan Jing came without any preparations. Among the guests in his house, there are many people of extraordinary status. It's not impossible to gather people.

What he wanted was to surprise the barbarians little by little, and finally take them down in one fell swoop.

Yan Jing was waiting, and so were the barbarians.

They are all waiting for an opportunity, a moment of real fighting.