Yuan Qingling was just guessing at random, but thought that since they were all guessing like this, it was better to confirm that Hongye was not a monkey, which made her feel more comfortable.
Hongye stood under the stone steps and looked at Yuan Qingling. Yu Wenhao walked to Yuan Qingling's side. His face was not very good, but when he saw A Chou holding a dark sword in his hand, he The cold face immediately squeezed a smile, stepped forward to Hongye, arched his hand, and smiled and said, "The son, come here, what else is there to bring with you?"
"To disturb the prince, it's always hard to come empty-handed." Hong Ye said with a smile.
"The son is kind, so this king can't be too polite." Yu Wenhao took the sword in A Chou's hand and threw it into the air, the scabbard fell off, the sword flew out, the cold light shone, and his eyes sank.
Yuan Qingling looked at Yu Wenhao, he was very wary of Hongye, and able to react this way, it seemed that this sword was extraordinary.
Sure enough, after Yu Wenhao received the sword, he asked, "I got it from Nanjiang?"
"That's right." Hongye looked at him with an undiminished smile. "The prince probably knows who this sword belongs to."
"King of Nanjiang, after I heard that he died, this black black sword was missing. It fell in the hands of the son. I don't know where he found it?" Yu Wenhao held the long sword. The sword looked light but heavy.
"My father gave it." Hong Ye Gongzi said meaningfully and authentically.
Yu Wenhao stared at him, only to see that Jian's smile had faded, "It turned out to be Hong Lie!"
Hongye smiled, but her eyes were cold, "Yes, once many things are opened, someone will say, it turns out that it is him, he is capable, and northern Xinjiang is also controlled by him."
"Why give this sword to this king?" Yu Wenhao asked.
"Yuanbi returns to Zhao." Hongye said.
A sharp light flashed in Yu Wenhao's eyes, "Yes, Yuanbi is back to Zhao, the king of Southern Xinjiang is a member of the court, and his sword should be handed over to the court."
"The prince is justified in saying that."
Although the two of them seemed to be playing dumb riddles, Yuan Qingling could hear that the sword belonged to the King of Southern Xinjiang. After the King of Southern Xinjiang died, the sword was taken away. The person who took his sword was probably the murderer. Therefore, Hong Lie is probably the murderer who killed the King of Southern Xinjiang.
And now Hongye brought the sword over, saying that Yuanbi returned to Zhao, he was the descendant of the Dark Guide to King Jiang in the Chu Palace.
This may be a temptation, but it may also be an affirmation.
He knew the identity of Man'er.
Yuan Qingling glanced at Yu Wenhao worriedly. Yu Wenhao turned her head and said to her: "You go back and bring your second treasure first, and I will say a few words with the son."
Yuan Qingling nodded, "Okay!" Then to Hongye Fushen, "The son sits slowly and is not accompanied."
"Prince Concubine!" Hong Ye called her, her eyes quiet, "Jinghe Princess has something to tell you next."
Yuan Qingling's eyes were surprised, "Jinghe? Where is she? Why is there something for you to tell? What to tell?"
Hongye smiled, "It doesn't matter what it is, just let me tell you that she misses the people in Beijing and hopes that she will have a chance to see you again in this life."
Yuan Qing Ling's heart trembled, "What do you mean? What do you want to have a chance to see everyone again in this life? Did you take her away?"
Hongye laughed, "Why would you arrest her? The person who had a grudge against her is not here."
Yuan Qingling grabbed the fifth hand and stepped forward to force Hongye. "The people in northern Xinjiang caught her? Because of the old knowledge?"
Hongye looked casually, "Then I don't know."
"You..." Yuan Qing Ling was anxious, and was about to question. Yu Wenhao took her hand and whispered: "You go back first, I will say a few words to the son."
Yuan Qing Ling was flustered. Seeing the calm eyes of the old fifth, she nodded. The old fifth was frizzy, but he was calm and trustworthy in big things.
She turned around and took the steamed buns back, her heart could not stop throbbing. The methods of the people in northern Xinjiang were very cruel, and Jinghe must not fall into the hands of these people.
Yu Wenhao asked Hongye to sit down and offered tea. Yu Wenhao said, "Jinghe is in northern Xinjiang?"
"Yes!" Hongye didn't hide it this time, said.
"Is there any danger?" Yu Wenhao asked in a deep voice.
Hongye looked at A Chou, and A Chou said coldly, "Not for the time being, but it's hard to tell. People in northern Xinjiang want to burn her to avenge the witch, and now it's the son who is pressing first."
Yu Wenhao turned his eyes around, "How to save?"
The red leaves are profound and authentic: "People in northern Xinjiang have relatively wild temperament, and their shortcomings teach lessons."
Yu Wenhao said coldly: "The people in northern Xinjiang probably didn't completely convince you, so I want to use this king's hand to teach them so that they will be heartbroken to the son?"
"You can say so!" Hong Ye Tanshou, somewhat helpless, "The prince also knows that he is unarmed, and it is not easy to control the people in northern Xinjiang. If you don't scare them, let them know that they are hiding in that wild land. It's not safe."
Yu Wenhao said indifferently: "Then your wishful thinking is wrong, this king will not send troops for Jinghe."
Hongye said meaningfully and authentically: "Yes, how do you explain to the Manchu civil and military forces for sending troops for a woman? Therefore, I will bring the sword of the Nanjiang King to come here today. If it is to avenge the Nanjiang King, is this reason enough?"
"The son is really a god and man!" Yu Wenhao said sarcastically.
Hongye said helplessly: "There is no way, no soldiers in his hands, so I can only think of some shameful tricks. Fortunately, these years have not been disadvantageous, but some are not sorry for the prince. The prince probably originally wanted to deal with Nanjiang, but not to fight. As for the soldiers of Qu Ren, letting the north and south of Xinjiang take advantage of each other, if they send troops now, this plan will be frustrated, and the court will have to spend a lot of money."
Yu Wenhao sneered, "Yeah, everything is expected by the young man, but once the king sends troops, he will surely take down southern Xinjiang. It is useless for the young man to control northern Xinjiang. Isn't it the same as pushing the young man in? Desperate?"
Hongye smiled, "I can only think again when the time comes, luck has always been good, and I can always survive from desperation."
Yu Wenhao looked at him, smiled coldly, his smile suddenly closed, and said softly: "Get out!"
Young Master Hong Ye smiled and stood up, "Happy cooperation!"
"You're so annoying!" Yu Wenhao said angrily.
Hongye raised his sleeves and clasped his fists, smiling flexingly, "On the contrary, I like the prince very much, of course, I prefer the prince."
Yu Wenhao smashed a cup, Hongye held it firmly in his hand, dripping without splashing, he raised his head and took a sip, threw the cup back, and turned away.
Yu Wenhao was feeling depressed. He didn't think he threw the cup back. He didn't take precautions. The cup hit his forehead directly. The water splashed all over his face. His whole body was trembling with anger, and he wanted to kill the scumbag Hongye.
Xu Yi looked at Yu Wenhao's embarrassed look at the door and laughed. Yu Wenhao stared at him fiercely and said angrily: "Xu Yi, don't you want your teeth?"