Chapter 274 Fireball falling from the sky!
In the prince palace complex, in the palace of the sixth prince.
After reading the secret letter, the sixth prince used the candlestick on the table to light it.
Xiang Qianqian served the tea inside and took a look at the burning Hongyu secret letter in the jade basin.
I'm afraid it's an extremely urgent matter, right?
"Your Highness, drink tea." Xiang Qianqian presented it with both hands.
The Sixth Prince narrowed his eyes and looked at her: "Qianqian, do you have a god named Wang Ying in the Western Zhou Dynasty?"
Xiang Qianqian was stunned.
"Wang Ying?" She thought carefully and gradually frowned.
Just because the first thing she thought of was Xiangying.
But how could it be her?
Xiang Ying is an ordinary person, but Wang Ying, as the Sixth Prince said, is a god.
Xiang Qianqian shook his head: "I have never heard of it before. I guess you are a little-known little immortal, right? Why does Your Highness ask this?"
The Sixth Prince clenched his fists, stared at the flames on the candlestick, and said solemnly: "The defeated remnants of the Western Zhou Dynasty actually formed a powerful team and attacked the capital of South Vietnam."
"They originally had no chance of winning, but with the help of Wang Ying's immortal, they have been unstoppable and have penetrated into our hinterland."
Xiang Qianqian was slightly surprised: "Is there such a thing?"
Are there really gods in the world? How outrageous!
The sixth prince thought thoughtfully: "Now my father is very worried about this matter. It can be imagined that whoever can solve this matter will definitely gain my father's trust and reliance."
He rubbed his chin and thought. The room was so quiet that he could only hear more leaking sounds.
The almost black stone tile floor reflected Xiang Qianqian's thoughtful expression.
However, the Sixth Prince thought of a way first.
His dark eyes looked at Xiang Qianqian: "Qianqian, the only person who can be of great use to His Highness now is you."
The sixth prince held her hands, making Xiang Qianqian a little at a loss.
"Your Highness, what do you want Qianqian to do?"
"I want you to leave Shangjing as quickly as possible and join these Western Zhou generals."
"What?" Xiang Qianqian's face turned pale, "Your Highness wants me to leave?"
When the Sixth Prince explained patiently, the cold expression on his handsome face no longer existed.
Instead, there is always a touch of gentleness that can make people feel deeply.
He said slowly: "I'm not really willing to let you go, but I want you to pretend to run away. As the princess of the Western Zhou Dynasty, they will definitely accept it. By then, you will be a chess piece I planted among them."< br>
"Qianqian, when you are done, I will personally take you back and make you my princess!"
Xiang Qianqian's eyes flashed with eagerness to try, but she was still a little worried.
"Your Highness, I am willing to sacrifice for you, but I am afraid... that they will not listen to me easily."
"It doesn't matter. After you go, you just need to act according to the situation and send me letters at any time so that I can know the time of their army's departure. That will be enough."
Xiang Qianqian thought for a while, and she finally had to fight for wealth on her own.
When the time comes, Xiangying is a prisoner, and she is an extremely noble princess. Even the sixth prince has the hope of becoming the prince. How can Xiangying compare with her?
Xiang Qianqian nodded immediately: "Okay, Your Highness, I will set off tonight."
"This palace will ask someone to escort you, but after you leave Shangjing City, you have to run away by yourself. Remember, after meeting them, you must say that you escaped."
The sixth prince handed his token into her hand as a token.
Xiang Qianqian held it tightly, his eyes sparkling, as if he had seen his glorious future.
……
It rained later in the night.
The sound of pitter-patter, crackling on the eaves.
Jie Chen walked into the cold and gorgeous hall covered in blood. With heavy steps, he placed a bloody box on the table next to Ling Su. Ling Su sat up after hearing the sound and turned around to see that Jie Chen was wet all over, with blood flowing down his clothes.
But his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and the murderous aura on his body had not dissipated, and it was frighteningly cold.
Ling Su asked calmly: "Where are you coming back from?"
"I just met King Yong." Jie Chen's voice was as cold as his expression.
When Ling Su heard King Yong's name, he looked at the brocade box on the table with blood dripping from it.
He reached out and opened it, and when he looked inside, it turned out to be a bloody severed hand.
A flash of displeasure flashed across Ling Su's eyes.
"I don't want such an ambiguous answer. Where are his bones?"
"It's divided." Xie Chen said very calmly, "If we brought it out, the target would be too big and unsafe, so we divided it."
Ling Su narrowed his eyes: "Divided? Have you dealt with the rest?"
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"Yes," Jie Chen nodded, "It has been burned. You will hear the news tomorrow that the teahouse is in flames and King Yong is dead."
Ling Su didn't speak, but picked up the severed hand and studied it without fear.
There is a small mole on King Yong's palm. He remembers this location clearly. It is impossible to fake it.
When the broken palm was turned over and the blood was wiped away, there was indeed a small mole in the palm.
Ling Su's expression gradually changed from severe to joyful.
He laughed: "Lan'er, you are indeed the child that my father has favored. Every time you take action, you have never disappointed my father."
Jie Chen looked at him, but didn't talk nonsense to him at all.
"Now we can release Xiangying."
"Let go? That's not enough," Ling Su shook his head, "At least in that book, you have to help my father solve half of the people."
Jie Chen gave him a cold look, turned around and left.
Ling Su suddenly shouted: "Lan'er, after all these years, are you still blaming your father? No matter what grudges our father and son had before, when these turmoils pass, I will let it go, and you should let it go too."
"Father, I promise you that you can be with the girl you like and live a stable life for the rest of your life."
Jie Chen paused and walked away without looking back.
He didn't give any response, but Ling Su believed that he had a good handle on his son.
On Xiangying's side, he slept until the middle of the night and was awakened by the rainwater flowing in from the small window and dripping on his cheeks.
She sat up and looked at Xiang Yuande, who was sleeping beside her.
I have to say, as the saying goes, it is so good that the harm will last for thousands of years.
This Lao Deng was burned by her with fire before. It was nothing serious, just a little scar.
Later, I was poisoned again and saved my life. After drinking two doses of medicine, I was almost cured. Now I can eat and sleep again.
Shameless people live so comfortably and with rough skin and thick flesh.
Xiangying couldn't sleep, so she simply entered the space to see where the cartoon characters had gone.
Unexpectedly, they stood on the edge of the frozen river, as if they were collectively in trouble.
Xiangying recalled that her Koke disciples should have taken the waterway, passing through the Huai River in South Vietnam and going all the way to the capital.
The only problem is that this tributary of the Huaijiang River is frozen in winter.
If they wanted to go to the river, they would have to walk for at least half a month. Only after leaving the current city and county could they have a chance to get close to the main stream of the Huaijiang River.
This is such a waste of time.
Xiangying thought for a moment and suddenly had a bold idea.