Chapter 170: Your Majesty, please go home with your slave, okay?
It is the rainy season, and the drizzle is like silk.
Today is the twenty-eighth day of the fifth lunar month in the first year of Zhenyuan, the big day for the alliance of merchants and merchants from the north and south of Fufeng Prefecture. Merchants gathered, and the common people and nobles took to the streets. There were troops stationed outside the city, including the loyal general Du Ru. Everyone from Fengxia to ordinary school captains took a rare day off to go to the city to have fun.
At this moment, an explosive news spread throughout the city -
The former thief king Xin Zhuo was being chased by the imperial army, heading towards the city like a bereaved dog!
Everyone who knew Xin Zhuo was surprised at first, and then rushed to Xicheng to watch.
Xin Zhuo's reputation is known to everyone in Fufeng House. Even though he had escaped from Fulong Village where he was half a year ago, sporadic news would come from time to time.
Watching the Xin Thief King’s execution, no matter what his mood or thoughts, he naturally doesn’t want to be absent. This seems to be more attractive than the alliance between the Chamber of Commerce!
Sure enough! The ragged and exhausted Xin Zhuo entered the city!
Xin Zhuo had stopped at this time, his legs were shaking slightly, and his bloodshot eyes scanned the dense crowd.
He couldn't help but think of the place under the commandment monument of Qiugong Pavilion in the heavy snow that day again!
He really couldn't understand why he would walk the same road twice after he had worked hard to live and work hard.
Obviously he is already a half-step master and dominates an area. As long as he kills Zhao Ling and the others and sneaks into Du Kang's house, he would rather not avenge Jiang Hezhu's bastard and take Cui Ying'er and the others to escape. Whether it is to bury one's name in the world or to flee to another country, it is always a way out.
Why did the imperial army insist on clinging to him? Why bother? I'm just a little thief!
Tired! Destroy it!
"Rumble..."
The cavalry behind him has already caught up.
He collapsed on the water-logged ground with exhaustion all over his body. He opened his arms and looked at the gloomy sky, letting the dense raindrops slap on his face. His eyes remained unblinking, quietly in a daze.
The long black hair has been stained by the ground, and the back is also soaked. The ground is still bitingly cold from the late spring rain, just like his mood at this time.
“Alas!”
Looking at the dejected Xin Zhuo lying in the rain, Mr. Murong Zhe couldn't help but sigh. He thought of his grandson Murong Xiu. He went from having no future, to having a future, and then to having no future again. Now he doesn't know where he will die. Got it!
"If I had known this, I should have stayed and married into our four families as a son-in-law. How could we have ended up like this?" The head of the Chen family also sighed for a while.
Murong Lei, Chen Guiyan, Chen Jing, Yuan Moer and others shook their heads. Frankly speaking, they believed in Xin Zhuo. This person is indeed a talent. What a pity!
Only the limping Song Dongxi gritted his teeth and said: "A thief is a thief, why should we pity him? It's ridiculous!"
At this moment, the terrifying cavalry team It rumbled into the city, filled with murderous intent and so cold that people dared not look directly at it!
The heads of the four major families looked over, and their expressions changed again and again. They were in the sixth level. Naturally, they could see that these cavalry were not only murderous, but also all in the lower fifth level. How terrifying is this? The thought of this bitch is infuriating.
Zhongwu General Du Rufeng's expression also changed slightly. He had led troops for many years and had also stayed in the capital. He happened to meet Jiang's Tiefu Guard once. He would never forget the sight. He hurried forward and walked He received the military salute: "I dare to ask if it is Jiang's Tiefu Which commander of the guard is on the spot?"
The prefect Su Xingming and Yuan Haozong, who was running around, also came forward and saluted: "May I ask which Shangguan is present?"
No one is there? He responded coldly and seemed to ignore everyone.
The five hundred iron floating guards dismounted neatly and knelt down on one knee in a military salute.
The beautiful and cold woman who flew over with terrifying momentum and the rude and arrogant general stepped forward together and bowed and saluted:
"My maid, Chanyi, take the prince home!"
"Brother Sheng Ling, the commander-in-chief of Tiefu Guard, will take the crown prince back to his home!"
General Du Rufeng, Magistrate Su and Yuan Haozong, who were left aside, looked blankly in the direction of everyone's salute.
More and more spectators gathered around and also moved their eyes to look in that direction.
There lay the thief king Xin Zhuo, slumped and waiting for death!
Xin Zhuo? Crown Prince?
"Prince?"
Chanyi took two steps forward, ignoring the cold water on the ground, and sat on his knees, looking at Xin Zhuo's face carefully, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
This face is so similar to that of His Highness the Prince of Western Qin who is unparalleled and rides alone into battle. Even if there is no need for further testing, I am afraid no one will doubt it!
"Prince?" Chanyi stretched out her white right hand, subconsciously wiped the rain off Xin Zhuo's face, and tightened his loose clothes for him.
Xin Zhuo, who was staring at the sky in a daze with dazzled pupils, finally had some reaction. He slowly turned his head to look at her, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "Wha, what?"
He heard this woman call him "Persimmon" more than once. The accent was weird, but she didn't want to kill him cleanly. What was she trying to express?
Chanyi bowed slightly, her voice was clear, as if she wanted Xin Zhuo to hear it clearly:
"It's hard to explain this matter in just a few words. In short, when you were a child, you were stolen by the man slave of the Jiang Mansion who was renamed Xin Aotian by the Fourth Queen of Xin. Your real surname is Jiang. You are the eldest grandson of the current eldest son of the Jiang family. Your father is the late West Qin County King, General of the Shenwei Army, Jiang Youwen,
Your mother is the eldest princess of the Qin Kingdom, Ji Jiuwei. Well, that’s it, go home with your slave, okay?”
< br>Chanyi's words were very clear and clear, and even the most stupid person could hear them clearly. The people not far away who were deliberately eavesdropping had their eyes widened in horror.
Xin Zhuo naturally understood, and his originally dull eyes became clearer. Looking carefully at Chanyi's face, the first thing he thought of was of course that this woman was trying to trick him.
Perhaps the nun princess and Mr. Dongfang made some shady py deal and wanted to play a strange trick.
It's just that there is no deception on the face of the woman in front of me, and there is even some respect. This is really unnecessary. Why waste so much effort on someone who can be killed with one knife?
After thinking for a while, he said with difficulty: "Say it again!"
Chanyi really said it again seriously, and his tone was more sincere than before!
Xin Zhuo's mind was very clear at the moment, with emotions on his face that no one could understand. He just felt...
How bloody is this? It's just like someone asking you to inherit billions of wealth when you didn't have a dime in your previous life!
I've obviously been through a sea of knives and fire, and if nothing else happens, I'm on the verge of becoming a god. Now you're telling me that I can win by lying down? Can I be Long Aotian?
He was silent for a long time, and Chanyi, Sheng Lingge and Five Hundred Iron Floating Guards stayed with him for a long time.
Until he said: "I checked myself, and there is no scar, no identity jade pendant, and no mole. How can you prove it?"
There is no genetic match in this world, so make trouble with it. If nothing happens, I would rather continue to be a bandit!
“Have you heard of Taixu outline?” Chan Yi asked softly.
"I heard it!" Xin Zhuo nodded.
Chanyi waved gently, and Sheng Lingge walked quickly to the tavern not far behind him. When he came out, he had a bottle of Shao Knife in his hand and handed it over.
Chanyi looked at Xin Zhuo: "When the Jiang family's legitimate son was born, the great venerable Jiang family would use the Taixu outline technique to depict Teng Long on his chest. He would enter darkness at the age of five and become enlightened when exposed to wine. He is willing to try. Want to try? "
Xin Zhuo has opened his chest.
"My slave is offended!" Chanyi opened the wine jar and poured the wine gently.
Xin Zhuozai looked at his chest carefully, as seriously as he did during the interview. After a moment, a ferocious dragon head slowly appeared...
This matter is also bloody, Xin Zhuo has never considered it Yes, but it does exist, just like an established fact that you can’t avoid!
The eyes of Chanyi and Sheng Lingge became extremely bright.
Xin Zhuo took a deep breath and lay down on his back again.
Suddenly... I can lie down!
The fate of life is really... nonsense!
I need to overhaul what I wrote yesterday. I wrote it too fast. When I woke up in the morning, my scalp was numb and it looked like shit. I will update less today
(End of this chapter)