Ji Jinrong left under the hot eyes of the imperial physicians.
He wanted to win over the eldest grandson's family to check and balance King Zhennan, but he couldn't be in a hurry.
It will be exposed in a hurry. As soon as it is exposed, the young seedling of the eldest grandson's family will be brutally uprooted.
Worry about people, worry about people.
Ji Jinrong returned to Zhengyang Palace anxiously, copying books silently, one was to practice calligraphy, and the other was to deepen the impression.
Since it is possible for him to return to Dazhou in the end, how can he go back without bringing something!
I should recite a few articles back home to make the old lady happy, copy a few recipes to make his uncle Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry happy, and more importantly, I must sacrifice myself to try more food here, as a taste for my little nephew. eat!
Thinking about it, Ji Jinrong was so moved by his spirit of respecting the elderly and loving the young, that he decided to eat an extra bowl of rice at noon to show his appreciation!
While Ji Jinrong was shamelessly praising himself, the King of Zhennan had already sent people to arrest the person behind the instigating the flames.
If Ji Jinrong saw the people under King Zhennan, he would probably recognize them immediately: this attire, this skill, is the black cavalry battalion under Wei Tingjun! These people are all wearing black marching uniforms and black armor, only the sword in their hands is shining with silver light.
What's more, the soldiers from the Black Cavalry Battalion are full of murderous looks, and all of them are comparable to generals in other armies!
People from the Black Riding Battalion surrounded several mansions and quickly took away several officials and members of the royal family.
Even though the new emperor has ascended the throne, many people still do not give up.
When King Zhennan heard the report from his subordinates, he said without batting an eye, "Kill him." He wanted to let them know that not everyone can covet that position.
"But," the reporter hesitated, "They don't want to confess, and we—" There is no evidence!
King Zhennan glanced at the person reporting, and ordered another lieutenant standing next to him: "You go."
The lieutenant general responded, "Follow orders!"
King Zhennan was very satisfied. What confession, what evidence! Just to let them know that no matter whether they admit it or not, no matter whether they have left evidence or not, as long as they dare to move, he will dare to kill them.
The person who reported it felt as if his neck was being strangled, and he was too uncomfortable to speak. He wanted to persuade again: "My lord—"
King Zhennan couldn't see what his subordinates were thinking, they were afraid that he would lose their hearts and it would be difficult to win over courtiers and aristocratic families in the future.
It's a pity that King Zhennan has no interest in winning people's hearts.
The king of Zhennan ordered: "Go down, I will leave the matter of the autumn hunting to you. There will be Turkic envoys present at that time, don't be a moth, and let me fall into the prestige of the court."
The person who reported was stunned, and quickly responded. The autumn hunt is just around the corner, and it is really necessary to use heavy medicine to suppress those stupid things that are about to move, lest they take the opportunity to make trouble and make the Turkic people laugh.
Seeing the jokes is the second best thing, I am most afraid that they will see that the Daqi dynasty is unstable, and take advantage of the situation to cross the border of Daqi to burn, kill and loot! These barbarians who have no faith at all can definitely do it.
The King of Zhennan asked people to "write" the whole story, and sent it to the Imperial College as a confession.
As Ji Jinrong said, Li Zhengyuan is innocent. Because Li Zhengyuan scolded him face to face before he went there to suppress the thieves, and Li Zhengyuan had quarrels with some Guozijian students, so he became a pawn in those people's favor. From the simple and crude framing and the "partiality" that was exposed everywhere to the righteous gathering of the crowd to denounce and make troubles in the back, one after another, it is nothing more than trying to make some troubles so that they can fish in troubled waters.
It's a pity that they first met Ji Jinrong, who had insight into everything, and then caught up with him just returning to the capital.
So the conspiracy was seen through and his life was lost.
When Zhennan Wang thought of Ji Jinrong's bright eyes, his heart felt hot.
Destroying so many worlds and bearing so many sins is for this day.
For the day we meet again.
He never cared about other people's life or death, he didn't care about other people's opinions, he only cared about that one person—God wanted to snatch him away.
In that case, he will become a person that even "God" is afraid of.
He wants "God" to send him back obediently.
The King of Zhennan went back to the Prince of Zhennan's mansion and changed the blood-stained armor. He put on clean clothes, entered the palace again, and went straight to Zhengyang Palace where Ji Jinrong was.
He Tai is kneeling outside the study.
Zhennan Wang smiled slightly. He passed He Tai and walked straight into the study. Looking up, Ji Jinrong was practicing calligraphy, his wrists were no longer so slender and weak, and his posture holding the pen was extremely correct.
Ji Jinrong heard footsteps and looked up at King Zhennan.
The moment he heard He Tai kneeling outside the door, he knew that the entire imperial palace had been captured by Zhennan King. His puppet was a real puppet. Who appeared beside him? Nanwang knows everything well whether he is in the capital or not.
This King of Zhennan is not only arrogant, but also extremely confident.
He sent He Tai here, meaning "I know you want to use this person, use him, let me transfer you to use him, and see what waves you can make."
Ji Jinrong knew that he made He Tai kneel to vent his anger.
Even he was helpless, how could He Tai disobey Zhennan King's wishes. Ji Jinrong put down his pen and called out, "He Tai."
He Tai outside the door was startled, and hurriedly responded: "Here!"
Ji Jinrong said: "Go to the treasury and fetch ink for me."
He Tai was overjoyed, kowtowed heavily through the door, and ran quickly to the treasury to fetch new ink for Ji Jinrong.
King Zhennan listened to Ji Jinrong ordering He Tai to do things, he felt his heart scratching, wishing he could tear him apart and swallow him immediately.
However, Ji Jinrong should not be frightened. Unlike him, Ji Jinrong has just started this interesting journey - don't act too hastily and push Ji Jinrong too hard.
King Zhennan knelt down on one knee and saluted Ji Jinrong: "I have seen Your Majesty."
With the lessons learned from the other side of the palace gate, Ji Jinrong didn't step forward to help, but stood up and said, "You don't have to do that," he said calmly, "It's just you and me, so don't be too polite."
The King of Zhennan still grabbed Ji Jinrong's hand, and thanked him generously: "Thank you for your kindness. However, I don't salute for others to show." He held Ji Jinrong's hand tightly, looked at Ji Jinrong, "I do it for your majesty to see." of."
Ji Jinrong felt sweat seeping from his palms. His hands were tightly wrapped by Zhennan Wang's generous palms, and he felt numbness from his palms to his head, making his whole body tense.
Now Ji Jinrong couldn't even scold him presumptuously, he was afraid that he would become even more presumptuous after cursing Zhennan Wang.
Ji Jinrong could only look at King Zhennan and say, "Let go."
Zhennan Wang looked at Ji Jinrong's eyes, and his heart was even more joyful.
As expected of his Majesty, he is not so easily frightened.
The King of Zhennan did not let go, but took advantage of the situation to hold Ji Jinrong's wrists: "Your Majesty has been practicing calligraphy for too long, and his wrists must be very sore. I know all the acupuncture points in my body. If Rong Chen rubs and massages for Your Majesty, the soreness will soon be gone." remove."
Ji Jinrong: "..."
The King of Zhennan spoke earnestly, with "I am wholeheartedly thinking of His Majesty" written on his face.
Who are you kidding!
Ji Jinrong's ears turned red with anger, but he thought that this body would not be complete if he scolded others, and the original owner was not in a temper to confront Zhennan Wang, so he could only sit back in his seat under Zhennan Wang's gaze, obediently stretching out his hand.
Zhennan Wang rubbed Ji Jinrong's delicate skin with callused fingers, as if he had to touch every part of Ji Jinrong's wrist to find the acupuncture points. It wasn't until Ji Jinrong couldn't bear it that he wanted to withdraw his hand, that he gently rubbed and pressed a few acupuncture points in a serious manner.
The King of Zhennan pressed on an unknown place, and Ji Jinrong felt his wrists go limp, and he couldn't move at all.
King Zhennan said: "It may be a little painful in the future. If your Majesty can't stand it, you can shout it out."
Ji Jinrong glared at King Zhennan.
The strength in King Zhennan's hands increased slightly.
Ji Jinrong's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and it hurt.
King Zhennan pressed his finger on another place: "Your Majesty don't have to endure—"
Ji Jinrong realized that this would hurt even more, so he couldn't help pressing Zhennan Wang's palm with his other hand, trying to stop Zhennan Wang.
Sensing that the palm covering the back of his hand was a little wet, Zhennan Wang smiled: "It's just one step away, Your Majesty is a man, don't be afraid of pain."
Ji Jinrong let go of his hand in doubt.
Zhennan Wang rubbed and pressed it a few times, which made Ji Jinrong feel sore and numb. When Ji Jinrong relaxed, King Zhennan suddenly increased his strength.
Ji Jinrong burst into tears in pain: "It hurts!"
Zhennan Wang wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of Ji Jinrong's eyes. He said: "It's only useful if it hurts. Your Majesty can see if this hand is more flexible than before."
Ji Jinrong moved his right hand suspiciously, and found that it was much more flexible than before, as if all the meridians inside had been opened.
Although Ji Jinrong was annoyed at King Zhennan's Chao Yue, he was not ignorant of good and evil. He muffled, "Thank you."
King Zhennan said: "Your Majesty, why should you thank me, I should do anything for Your Majesty." He stared at Ji Jinrong, "If Your Majesty is willing, I can dredge the meridians of your whole body for Your Majesty—"
Ji Jinrong said vigilantly, "No need!"
Thinking of King Zhennan rubbing and pressing all over his body, Ji Jinrong was in a bad mood!
The king of Zhennan spoke in a high-sounding manner, as if he had absolutely no intention of doing anything wrong: "It's fine if your majesty doesn't want to. Your majesty has passed sixteen this year, and it's a bit late for learning martial arts. If you want to practice riding and archery or some martial arts , you have to endure this bit of suffering.”
Ji Jinrong: "..."
Thinking of the difference in height, physique, and force between himself and King Zhennan, Ji Jinrong's little heart was hit hard. He said sullenly: "Let's talk about it." He would rather find someone else to try...
King Zhennan narrowed his eyes.
He knows his Majesty. His majesty is by no means a character who just sits and waits to die, let alone such a small trouble, his majesty will not blink an eye no matter how difficult it is. The reason why he didn't agree was because he didn't trust him, or he noticed his overly revealing desire. With His Majesty's style, he will never let go of the opportunity to enhance his strength—
The king of Zhennan warned: "Your Majesty, this is my unique secret method, and it is impossible for others to know it."
He could tolerate Ji Jinrong having a few trusted eunuchs and close officials, but that was all. He would never tolerate other people touching Ji Jinrong's body—even if it was just a "borrowed" body.
Ji Jinrong: "..."
Did he get the words out of his mouth
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