"You said, the bomb buried in the palace can't just be willing to only go off once, right?!" Fenghuang pouted at the prince and said casually. Yang Tingjing was already fascinated by looking at Fenghuang's hand just now, but Fenghuang's sudden words startled him, Yang Tingjing came back to his senses, and said leisurely: "We both think the same, I think this matter is of great importance, dare to speak in the palace Those who planted bombs must have already made plans to die, so how could they be afraid of burying more?"
Phoenix nodded, his eyes slowly lowered. Yang Tingjing thought that Fenghuang was afraid, so he put his arms around Fenghuang's shoulders and comforted him: "Don't worry, even if there are bombs hidden in other places, that place must not be the Seventh Prince's Mansion. I have already arranged people to strengthen their guard and will definitely protect Hello!"
As soon as the words fell, a loud "bang" broke through the sky, shocking almost everyone in the capital. The horse seemed to have been frightened, and after a whine, it raised its front hooves, causing the entire carriage behind to tilt. Fenghuang was startled by the sound of the explosion, and now the carriage tilted suddenly, which made her a little overwhelmed. After all, she hadn't been in the carriage for a long time, and this was the first time she encountered such an emergency, which made her thin shoulders even tighter. curl up. Yang Tingjing next to him showed no signs of panic. The child who grew up in the emperor's family had long been accustomed to these things, not to mention that he had to protect his beloved Phoenix.
"Chu Ge!" Yang Tingjing's quick and short voice came from inside the carriage. Chu Ge was agile and had served Yang Tingjing for many years. Needless to say, he knew what Yang Tingjing meant. Taking a small step in the air, turning over on the horse, grabbing the rein with one hand, and reining it hard, accompanied by a sound of "Woo!", the frightened horse put down its front hooves and gradually stabilized. The inclined carriage was then squared, and the phoenix in the carriage was secretly Breathing a sigh of relief, she glanced out the window, and the southeast direction of her was already full of flames, so far away, she seemed to be able to hear people's screams and wailing.
"My subordinates are late, please forgive me!" Chu Ge jumped off the horse and knelt in front of Yang Tingjing's car. Yang Tingjing lifted the curtain of the car, got out of the car, and watched the direction of the fire. Black smoke filled the air, the fire was flying, and the scene was blurred.
"The place where the explosion happened just now is the mansion of the Sixth Prince?" Yang Tingjing asked, and Chu Ge replied, "Looking at the location, yes." . He immediately ordered: "Go and check for me now! Is it the sixth prince's mansion that exploded, and who is responsible for it!" The roof tiles disappeared into the night.
Yang Tingjing returned to the car and said to Fenghuang: "I'm afraid something happened to Sixth Brother's house. His house must be in chaos. Let's rush over now to have a look."
Fenghuang knew that tonight would definitely not be peaceful, although she had no expression on her face, she knew it already, so she nodded obediently. The carriage turned around and drove towards the sixth prince's mansion.
Just halfway through the journey, the group of people were still trembling in their hearts, and there was another loud "bang", although it was still earth-shattering, it seemed to be quieter than the last time. This time the horse was not frightened, and the coachman held the reins tightly, not daring to stop a step, and continued to move forward with a "tat-tat-tat". Yang Tingjing patted Fenghuang's hand, signaling her not to be afraid.
Before arriving at the mansion of the Sixth Prince, the sound of a pigeon's wings flapping suddenly came from above the carriage. Yang Tingjing understood it, lifted the curtain, and stretched out his hand. The pigeon seemed to understand the words in Yang Tingjing's heart, and flew over Low, circling and stopped on Yang Tingjing's forearm, Yang Tingjing freed his right hand, and gently held it, this series of movements stunned the Phoenix around him, who used to only know that Yang Tingjing's chest was filled with myriad things , but he didn't know that he also tamed pigeons and used them so skillfully. Presumably this pigeon was here to deliver a letter
Fenghuang asked secretly in her heart, she took a closer look, and it was true, there was something like a small letter box hidden in the place where the pigeon's left leg was hidden, and Yang Tingjing quickly took out a white cloth strip from it, and then stroked the pigeon The white feather, while stroking it, lowered its head and whispered a few words to it, the white dove seemed to really understand, "flappling", it fluttered its wings and flew away from the prince's forearm up.
After watching it leave, Yang Tingjing immediately unfolded the note and read the words on it, his brows gradually wrinkled. Before Fenghuang could ask, Yang Tingjing told her: "This letter was sent by Chu Ge. He told me that the explosions came from different places. The first one, which was more violent, was the mansion of the sixth prince Yang Yanxing. , It is said that nine times out of ten it has been destroyed, and the sixth prince is also missing. The second explosion came from the fourth prince. When the explosion happened, the fourth prince was not in the mansion, so he was unscathed. Although there were many casualties in his mansion, But after all, he was there, and there was no chaos."
Fenghuang understood, nodded thoughtfully, and then jokingly said: "When did my lord become more interested in raising pigeons, I didn't even know."
Yang Tingjing looked at her, patted her head fondly, and said to her with a smile in his eyes: "It's been a long time, and I've been raising it. Although this pigeon is small, it can be of great use at critical times. Send a letter." It's very convenient." Before he finished speaking, Yang Tingjing coughed, it was winter, the temperature was already low, and it was late at night, and it was even colder. He was not in good health, and now he was tired from running around. Fenghuang quickly stretched out his hand and patted Yang Tingjing's back lightly, hoping that this would make him feel better.
The mansion of the Sixth Prince was devastated. The once vast and majestic house had been turned into ruins. In the distance, there were still sporadic flames smoldering.
"My son, where are you?" Concubine Hua sat paralyzed on the open space, beating the ground helplessly, crying and calling Yang Yanxing's name all the time, while the maids and servants beside her knelt in a circle. Seeing this scene, Fenghuang hurried forward, wanting to help Concubine Hua.
Concubine Hua turned her head and saw the Seventh Prince Yang Yanjing. She seemed to have caught the life-saving straw, and cried with tears in her eyes: "Seventh Prince, tell me that my Xing'er must be fine, right? Where is he? Why can't I find him..." Concubine Hua's voice was hoarse from crying, Yang Tingjing and Fenghuang helped her up together, and comforted her repeatedly: "It must be fine, I have sent someone to look for it, I believe it won't be long before There will be a letter."
Concubine Hua stood up tremblingly, choked with sobs and nodded, her mood gradually stabilized.