Xu Ke frowned worriedly. If Jiang Pengji said this, when would they be able to leave Shangjing
Could it be that we have to wait for this emperor to die, after several princes and King Changshou have a showdown
It is estimated that by that time, the world has also been torn apart.
Seemingly seeing Xu Ke's inner worries, Jiang Pengji sneered coldly.
"It doesn't take that long, we just wait for the opportunity."
Not to mention anything else, as long as Huijun gets close to the emperor smoothly and fascinates him, it is not difficult to leave Shangjing.
"But..." Xu Ke was filled with worries, always feeling that things were not that simple.
Jiang Pengji said, "Do you think... the princes and the ambitious King Changshou have the patience to wait for the emperor's death?"
When Xu Ke heard the words, it was like lightning flooded his body, and something seemed to explode in his mind.
"Lang Jun means... to force the palace?"
"I'm not sure. But looking at the short history of the Dongqing royal family, isn't there a criminal record for killing one's father and killing one's brother?"
Jiang Pengji said sarcastically, except for the founding emperor, the other emperors of Dongqing were not in the right way to the throne. This scandal is well known all over the world. Today's emperor seems to want to repeat the destination of his ancestors, and is coveted by his younger brother and son.
This game depends on whoever can't help it first, and whoever stands out first will be set on fire.
Compared to Xu Ke's impatience, Jiang Pengji seemed to be sitting on a fishing platform, leisurely.
Suddenly thinking of something, she showed a creepy and cold smile, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so what if I'm under house arrest in Beijing? This emperor hasn't had the guts to attack the family, and it's even more impossible for us to be imprisoned for a lifetime. Just a chance, we can be safe. Leaving Shangjing. Before that, Xiaoyu thought that he was in Shangjing for a vacation and traveled, and put 10,000 hearts on it... The sky is falling and I will bear it."
Xu Ke smiled wryly, his heart calm, "Lang Jun can hold his breath, and Ke will naturally accompany him to the end."
As soon as the voice fell, the carriage fell into silence again, Jiang Pengji's fingers were facing each other, his eyes were slightly lowered, and his indifferent expression showed no emotion at all.
The carriage traveled another distance, and she suddenly asked.
"Xiaoyu, under what circumstances do you think the emperor will call King Changshou, who lives in the back cover, to Shangjing?"
Xu Ke was stunned, and subconsciously thought about this question, and said categorically, "This is impossible."
"Why?" Jiang Pengji asked.
Xu Ke replied, "King Changshou's trip to form a party for selfishness is well known throughout the dynasty, even if the officials are obsessed with beauty every day and neglect the government, but he is so desperate, how could he have summoned this ambitious wolf to Beijing? If so, Wouldn't that lead to the wolf into the room?"
"Yeah, I thought so too."
Jiang Pengji nodded in agreement. She didn't see any advantages from the emperor, and there were countless flaws.
Although the emperor is now incompetent, but he can kill the former emperor and ascend the throne from King Gongshun of Hejian to the emperor, it cannot be all a straw bag.
If his brain is normal, why would he summon King Changshou to the capital at such a time of trouble
Xu Ke asked her, "Why did Langjun ask this suddenly?"
"I suddenly remembered a friend's advice before leaving." Jiang Pengji said indifferently.
After saying that, a light and straight figure, like a pine and bamboo, appeared in his mind.
Wei Ci is not a person without a target. Since he asked her to prevent King Changshou from being ordered to bring troops into Beijing, there must be some reason.
Xu Ke thought repeatedly, frowning, "If it is true, there may be three possibilities. First, the favored candidate of the official family is not the fourth son, but the youngest son, King Changshou, left by the previous emperor. Thinking about what happened over the years, this The possibility of guessing is almost zero. Second, if something goes wrong in Shangjing, the 100,000-strong Imperial Army will be useless, forcing the officials to summon King Changshou…”
However, the probability of these two possibilities mentioned by Xu Ke is too low and too low, and the category is almost no longer considered.
"What about the third?"
Xu Ke said, "Fake the holy will."
Jiang Pengji groaned in her heart, "It is indeed a way to falsely spread the holy will."
Today's Shangjing is a huge prison. Jiang Pengji has sharp ears and eyesight, and keenly found that the area where the dignitaries live is full of a lot of eyeliners. These eyeliners disguise themselves as servants, maids or merchants from all walks of life, and follow them at twelve o'clock a day.
As he was about to approach the mansion, Jiang Pengji rolled his eyes and stopped Xu Ke from speaking.
The two stepped on the bench to get out of the car one after the other, and returned to the mansion as usual.
At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room also smelled an unusual breath and kept asking.
[Doraemon]: Anchor anchor, haven't you been able to leave Shangjing recently
[Old Driver Lianmeng]: The anchors and the others seem to be under house arrest. Emperor Dongqing is living and dying.
[Smuggling to Africa]: Hey, I bet 50 cents. According to the anchor's cautious temper, I will definitely find a way to get revenge.
Most of the audience are ordinary melon eaters, and it's no problem to watch the fun, but when it comes to such brain-burning things, the response is a beat slower.
The audience in the live broadcast room seemed to have a blind trust in Jiang Pengji. After chasing the live broadcast for several years, they had not seen anyone who could really deflate Jiang Pengji.
Of course, there are many objections.
[Favorite spicy strips]: Fart, are you all stunned? The anchor is not famous now, even if there is a bully father on his head, now he can't save the near fire, and the emperor of the feudal dynasty wants to attack her, can she still go to heaven
[Sacred Beast Alpaca]: Well, I like this live broadcast room the most. I can always see hundreds of thousands of shady pens blowing an ordinary anchor.
[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Oh, I can see it too, there are indeed a lot of sticks in this live broadcast room. Who among you remembers the skill of the anchor? Not to mention flying over the eaves and walls, at least you can leave Shangjing safely. It's not a question of whether to go, but when to go.
Whether it was a worried barrage or a slandering barrage, Jiang Pengji ignored it.
Strength is something that is false when it is said. Only when it is really made can it have a real hammer.
Although it was "house arrest", apart from being unable to leave the city, there was no restriction on personal freedom. In fact, she was quite happy.
After more than half a month, Jiang Pengji and Huang Song, who was patrolling in Shangjing, had "coincidental encounters" a few times, and they made a friend once they went there. What is the place for tea and drama, naturally it is not suitable for children.
Feng Jin, who learned about this, was speechless: "..."
Leaning against the table leisurely, a row of musicians played music and sang songs in one corner of the room.
Jiang Pengji peeled the peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth one by one.
It is said that this thing came from the land of barbarians north of Zhongzhao, and it is very crispy when fried.