After Wei Sibu left angrily, Xiao Jin's expression became serious.
Although he could not get any news from the outside, he could guess from the increasingly solemn expressions on the faces of these traitors and their increasingly anxious mood that the Lord and the others should have overcome the difficulties and won victory in Jiangcheng.
Xiao Jin picked up a wheat straw from the wet ground and twisted it back and forth between his fingers.
This prison is dark and damp,
There was a musty smell in the air, and various insects and ants were crawling around the corners.
Some subtle coughing or crying sounds can be faintly heard.
Xiao Jin was very worried about whether the young prince could adapt to such a harsh environment. He was even more afraid that the traitors would do something detrimental to the prince when they jumped over the wall in a hurry.
Xiao Jin has been selected by the elders in the family since she was a child and became Gong Ziyu's companion.
After the tragedy of the Zhongmou Rebellion, he always blamed himself, blaming himself for his poor thinking, which caused the brother he grew up with to lose his life.
Now Prince Cheng Peng is Gong Ziyu's only bloodline.
The lord made him the Crown Prince and Tutor, which also meant entrusting the Crown Prince to him.
But he made a mistake once again, allowing the bad guys to take advantage of the loophole, putting the young prince in danger and becoming a prisoner among his subordinates.
Xiao Jin closed his eyes and broke the straw with force.
As the cart delivering prison meals passed by, a woman wearing a coarse cloth jacket and a scarf knocked on Xiao Jin's cell door with a long-handled wooden spoon.
When she slowly poured a spoonful of vegetable soup into the copper basin in front of Xiao Jin, she whispered in a voice that only Xiao Jin could hear: "Master Xiao. It's me."
Xiao Jin was startled and raised her head. This unremarkable looking woman looked vaguely familiar.
After careful identification, I discovered that it was actually Xia Fei, the lord's personal bodyguard.
"Shilang Xia, how could it be you?" Xiao Jin looked around and lowered his voice excitedly, "Why are you here? Where is my lord? How is my lord?"
"My lord has obtained Jiangzhou's great master. He has led his army to Huangchi, which is twenty miles away from Bianjing." Xia Fei pulled the scarf on her head and replied quickly, "Time is pressing. Please tell me. The current situation of rebels in Bianjing City."
Xiao Jin nodded: "There are three main thieves who plotted rebellion this time, and they are..."
In Huangchi City, not far north of Bianjing.
Cheng Qianye met Dong Bowen, who was in an embarrassing and dusty state.
Cheng Qianye was overjoyed and helped him up with his own hands: "Bowen, how did you escape? How is the situation in Bianjing now?"
"Due to my low official position, I did not attract the attention of the thieves. I also managed to bribe a relative of the traitor Zhao Ji Kao's inner court, and I just managed to escape from prison." Dong Bowen said, "In the past few days, it has been rumored that my lord's army has returned. The city and Bianjing were in chaos. I took advantage of the situation and was able to escape. Now there are three thieves in Bianjing. They are Wei Sibu, the Taibao, who is in charge of Chang Zhao, and Han Qian, the former governor of Li Nei. There are more than 10,000 rebels. you."
Dong Bowen was secretly relieved. He escaped from Bianjing with great difficulty. He was anxious to see his lord and report the situation in Bianjing, but he was also worried that his lord would suspect him as a traitor's spy in this situation.
At this moment, seeing his lord summoning him so sincerely and enthusiastically, Dong Bowen felt relieved.
"There is nothing to fear from traitors. The biggest problem now is that they have the prince, the queen mother, and all the civil and military officials in their hands." Cheng Qianye was worried and tapped the table with his finger, "We must find a way to solve it."
Mo Qiaosheng stood beside her and looked at Dong Bowen: "These traitors cannot be monolithic. Sir Dong, please think carefully about whether there is anyone among them who can break through?"
The night is already dark,
In Bianjing City, Zhao Jikao dragged his tired steps back to his mansion.
The Lord's victory over the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces in Jiangcheng and the news that he was leading an army approaching Bianjing spread like wildfire throughout the city. Now people in Bianjing can be described as panic-stricken.
Among them, except for Wei Taibao who still insists on fighting to the death, there is basically no one who does not regret it.
Zhao Jikao sighed deeply.
He was promoted to Fengchang, one of the nine ministers, in charge of the royal family's ancestral temple etiquette and other important matters, and his status was respected.
Even though the lord made great adjustments to the power of the court after arriving in Bianjing, he never changed his position.
He didn't know how he was like lard, and just because he was dissatisfied with the new policies, he developed a rebellious heart towards his lord, leading him to the point where he could not turn back now.
Zhao Jikao pushed open the bedroom door. A cold light flashed in the darkness, and a cold dagger was placed on his neck.
"Who?" Zhao Jikao panicked and wanted to call the guards.
"I advise Zhao Fengchang to stay calm. Don't you want to read the personal letter from the Lord?" A cold voice sounded.
"An autographed letter from my lord?" Zhao Jikao thought in his mind.
The girl standing in the dark slowly took out a letter and placed it on the table, "My lord, the pen is here. As long as Zhao Fengchang can abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side, make meritorious service and help the prince. Not only will the lord let go of the Zhao family's past, but he can also bring the traitor to the Wei Dynasty." The position of Taibao vacated by Sibu Fu will be bestowed upon you, Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Jikao rolled his eyes and felt that his mind became active again in an instant. He hesitated for a moment and finally reached out to the letter on the table.
On top of the city, a regular servant named Yuan inspected the city defenses dejectedly. He was just a small regular servant in the Forbidden Army. He believed the words of his boss and believed that his master had died in Jiangcheng, so he followed his boss blindly. He made the lord's younger brother Gongzijie king.
Now, he knows that his lord is not only safe but also has won a great victory, while he has become a traitor to the party inexplicably.
"What can little people like us do except obey the orders of those adults? I didn't expect that this would become a traitor to the party."
He shook his head and opened the door of the guard chief's resting room.
There was a person sitting in the middle of the room. The person had slender eyebrows and handsome eyes, looking forward to divine power. He was looking up at him.
"Cheng Weiwei!" Yuan Changshi was shocked. His knees softened and he subconsciously wanted to kneel down to salute.
Cheng Feng was an official and was responsible for guarding the gates of the palace. He was the real boss of these regular servants.
There were several of his colleagues in the room, all turning to look at him.
One of his colleagues who was close to him hurriedly said: "Yuan Changshi, we were all deceived by thieves before. Now that Cheng Weiwei is here in person, why don't you kneel down to show your loyalty to the lord?"
Yuan Changshi felt nervous and hurriedly knelt down.
When the sky was slightly bright, Prince Cheng Peng had a dream. He dreamed that his father led the army to drive away the bad guys. He lifted himself up high and said with a smile: "Peng'er, have you ever thought about it?" Father?"
He was about to reply excitedly when he opened his eyes and found that his father was gone and he was still locked in the eerie stone house.
The young prince burst into tears.
Concubine Xu stood up, hugged the boy into her arms, and ran her hand along his back: "Peng'er is not afraid, Peng'er is not crying, my mother is here."
She sat in the thatch, as if she were in a splendid palace on weekdays, slowly rocking the child in her arms, and hummed a soft little song in her mouth, so that the child who woke up from his sleep could calm down.
"Concubine, when will father come to pick us up? Peng'er is so scared here." Cheng Peng huddled in the warm embrace of his mother and asked, sniffing his red nose.
Concubine Xu gently touched his head: "Peng'er is not afraid. My father will definitely come to save us. Your father is the most powerful person in the world."
She held up the wet little face and gently wiped away the tears: "Peng'er, do you still remember what you promised your father when he left?"
Cheng Peng's face turned red with embarrassment: "Peng'er remembers that Peng'er promised his father to protect his mother and not to cry. Mother, concubine, Peng'er will never cry again, not in front of those bad people."
Concubine Xu smiled and kissed his little head.
At this moment, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps in the prison. The guards stepped in, roughly dragged out the prisoners from each cell, gathered them in one place, and ordered them to line up in male and female lines.
"Concubine, concubine." Cheng Peng was dragged away from Concubine Xu. He stretched out his small hands and called his mother loudly.
Concubine Xu angrily said: "Stop, how can you be so unreasonable to the prince!"
A jailer pushed Concubine Xu out of the way and said, "What kind of child are you? A new king has been appointed this morning. You are going to see the King of Hell soon. Why are you pretending to be a master in front of me?"
Concubine Xu fell to the ground and let out a soft cry.
When Cheng Peng saw his mother falling to the ground, he was furious. He hugged the jailer's arm and bit him hard.
The jailer was in pain, threw Cheng Peng away, raised his waist knife and slashed downwards.
Cheng Peng fell to the ground, curling up his small body and holding his head tightly in fear.
The pain he imagined did not come. Cheng Peng opened his eyes and saw a tall body protecting him in his arms.
"Taifu." The Taifu, who was usually very strict with him, not only protected him with his own body, but also smiled comfortingly at him.
Cheng Peng's eyes were red. He remembered what he promised his mother in the morning and held back his tears.
Xiao Jin stood up, protected the prince behind him, and faced the jailer: "This is His Royal Highness, please be respectful."
The jailer flinched under Xiao Jin's formidable gaze. He found that all the prisoners around him were staring at him fiercely. Even his colleagues pulled his sleeves and advised: "Forget it, after all, it's Prince."
The jailer took two steps back, snorted, and finally did not behave unreasonably again.
Just drive these criminals out.
Xiao Jin had shackles on his hands. He leaned forward and held Cheng Peng's little hand as he walked forward.
"Master, you're bleeding." Cheng Peng looked at a stream of bright red blood flowing down the big hand that held him tightly.
"Your Highness, I'm sorry." Taifu's gentle voice sounded above his head.
The bleeding hands squeezed his palms.
Cheng Peng lowered his head all the way, watching the red blood sprinkle drop by drop on the path the two of them walked.
For the first time, the concept of protection came into his young mind.
"As a prince, you should shoulder the responsibilities of a prince and protect your mother, your ministers, and your people."
Cheng Peng's ears rang with what his father said before leaving, and now he vaguely understood some of its meaning.
The author has something to say: Wei Sibu, Zhao Jikao, and Han Qianzhi, the names of these three villains are related to the names of the three Jin ministers who were divided into three Jin families in history. But let’s put the last three characters of the three of them together to see what they mean. It’s a little joke.
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