Li Qingcha wanted to laugh when he heard this. You are such a coward, and you are so scared of your father the emperor. How could you possibly give up? Of course, this cannot be said to hurt the Seventh Prince. We are still counting on him for Bozhou's affairs. Li Qingcha glanced at the wanderer again. "He can die." Ao Jingshan raised his hand. Two soldiers took out plum blossom crossbows and pinned the ronin to the ground. Chapter 232 Nightingale Add more.
￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥ Jian’s house, study. The candles flickered. Jian Zengren studied the document in his hand. It came from the imperial envoy's headquarters. It was about the war in Tongshui County and also requested Bozhou Prefecture to send troops. He read it over and over again, but still felt it was unreal. The Seventh Prince actually sent troops? Isn't he the most stupid among the adult princes? This kind of person is actually braver than the military officers of the garrison. Just think about it and it's impossible... Jian Zengren white silk can not ride sister. Just then, there was a knock on the door. "master." He is the old housekeeper of the Jian Mansion. Jian Zengren frowned. "Don't bother me, I'm thinking." "Master, I just passed by and saw that the light in your study was still on, so I thought I'd come over to tell you that a messenger from the Beijing camp just came and said he was going to deliver a victory message." "!!!" Jian Zengren stood up suddenly, pushed the door open and walked out. "Where are people?" The old butler was stunned.
"Master, haven't you always informed the servants in the mansion to ask them not to receive guests after midnight?" "Fuck! Go get that person back!" “Yes… yes, yes!” The old butler ran away quickly. Not long after, a large number of torches were lit outside, which should be the servants of the whole mansion attacking from all directions. Jian Zengren was like an ant on a hot pot, spinning in circles. Suddenly, he clapped his hands violently. "Somebody come!" The old butler came out from the shadows, "master?" "Didn't I ask you to send someone to monitor the inn? Change shifts every two hours, right?" "Yes. According to the last secret report, the woman next to Li Qingcha is still staying in the inn and has not made any unusual movements. Master should not worry." "..." For some reason, even though it was good news, Jian Zengren couldn't completely let go of his worry. From the moment I took the risky move, the bad feeling became stronger and stronger. He returned to his study and took a sip of tea. At this time, there were hurried footsteps outside, and a servant's voice sounded: "Boss, the messenger has been found and is waiting in our side hall." Jian Zengren rushed out of the study in two steps and prepared to walk towards the side hall. But after walking a few steps, he stopped and said to the old butler, "Arrange for the messenger to rest and send the battle report to the study." As a prefect, he still has to put on airs. If the news of him personally receiving the soldiers gets out, it will definitely make people feel suspicious. The old butler nodded and left quickly. Jian Zengren entered the study, slumped in the armchair, closed his eyes and rested. He began to review the entire plan to see if there were any omissions. The rioters attacked the imperial envoy's headquarters. Pirates landed and burned and killed, …… I always feel that many things are developing in a direction that I did not expect: Firstly, the Seventh Prince sending out troops was outrageous;
Secondly, good news... Gu She promised to let the monks lead the army, so they shouldn't suffer such a terrible defeat. Jian Zengren could only comfort himself in his heart. He flung open the window. The nights in Bozhou are hot and humid, making people irritable, with all kinds of thoughts flooding into their minds. Jian Zengren sighed. "If I hadn't agreed to Gu She at that time..." Thinking of this, he shook his head. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. I cannot say these discouraging words now. As long as he could successfully get hold of the Seventh Prince's handle, even if Li Qingcha figured out the entire smuggling group's structure, he could still sit back and enjoy the benefits. Jian Zengren sat back in his armchair and began to draft the document. Since the Beijing Camp had achieved victory, they had to adjust their plan and put the blame of smuggling on the pirates who had landed. This would also give the Seventh Prince a way out. As for Ming Xue Tang... Forget it. Although he regarded Li Qingcha as a thorn in his side, now was not the time for revenge. As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. Jian Zengren lowered his head and wrote quickly. At this moment, the old housekeeper knocked on the door outside. "Master, I have brought the victory report." Jian Zengren said, "Come in." The old butler pushed the door open and put the good news on the table. He then looked at the master cautiously before leaving in small steps. As the saying goes: "A duck knows first when the river water warms in spring." The servants were all shrewd people. The old butler had already sensed that a storm was about to come from the master's increasingly irritable attitude. Especially today, I actually broke the rule of not receiving outside guests after midnight... The old butler was silently planning to pack up his gold and silver and run away. In the study, Jian Zengren presented a battle report. The first word that caught my eye was -
Total annihilation. He couldn't help but be shocked, and continued to look down, and found that no one in the Seventh Prince's guard team was killed, and there were only seventeen people injured, and they were all slightly injured. This is undoubtedly a big win. Even the most critical official has no room for confusing right and wrong. Jian Zengren frowned. Wasn’t it said that the commander was a ninth-rank cultivator? Gu She deceived himself? He couldn't figure it out for a moment, but he had no way to verify it, so he had to continue reading. The victory report roughly described the process of the confrontation between the two armies. It was not very detailed, but it was obvious that there was no possibility of adulteration. Call ~ Jian Zengren let out a long sigh and turned to the second page. The content of this page has nothing to do with the Yingsang pirates, but rather the incident of the mob attacking the Imperial Envoy's headquarters. There were only a few sentences: "When the rioters attacked the headquarters, Li Qingcha, the instructor of the Young Phoenix Camp, noticed it and managed to contain them. He also got the Beijing Camp to prepare for it and handled it carefully, so that no civilians were harmed." The handwriting on this page is different from that on the first page, as if it was added later. Jian Zengren felt cold sweat coming out of his back. No civilian casualties... That means that his plan has completely failed. He murmured to himself, "I should have known earlier... I should have known earlier! This matter cannot be hidden from Li Qingcha! My only chance of survival is to escape to the sea, but..." The sounds from behind became quieter and quieter. The reason is actually very simple. Jian Zengren is used to the life of an official, so how could he be willing to wander? What's more, once he was at sea, he became a pig to be slaughtered. Whether he could be killed or cut up depended entirely on Gu She's words. He had no control over his own fate at all. It was no different from being dead. Better to live a miserable life than to die... Jian Zengren sneered, "sad." He looked at the bright moonlight outside and clenched his fists, as if he had made some important decision. Then, he called out in a very low voice: "Nightingale." The air vibrates slightly. Jian Zengren knew that the nightingale was listening.
He continued, "We were at least fifteen miles apart. How did Li Qingcha know about the mob attacking the imperial envoy's headquarters?" This question is not crucial. The reason I ask it is just to know clearly before I die. In the shadows, a woman's cold voice came out: "How many methods do cultivators have? Every sect has its own secrets. Maybe someone can communicate with us." "Thinking together?" "Well, there could even be multiple people. All nine could be involved..." "..."