Chapter 1780: The Sharp Blade Left by Emperor Wen

When Fang Xing rushed to the street of Jin Zhong's house, his eyes were white.

Fang Xing got off his horse and walked to the door of Jin's house, took a deep breath looking at the simple mourning hall inside, and stepped inside.

The butler was outside the mourning hall, and Fang Xing was the first person to offer sacrifices to Jin Zhong.

"Uncle..."

The old housekeeper bowed his waist and said: "The master said it before he left... Your Highness."

"Your Highness is sure to be fine."

Fang Xing said solemnly.

The butler didn't invite him in, but said in embarrassment: "Uncle, my young master is... still immature. The master has gone, and you have seen it. The door is cold, and the old slave has nothing to do!"

When I was young, I had to worry about relatives coming to search for it, and even more worried about being bullied. Moreover, Jinda will have to study, marry a wife...to become an official, all of which need the help of the elders.

At this time, Lao Qi Xin came in from outside the door, he walked over and said, "Master, take Wei Lili."

"went well?"

"It's okay, I thought he would resist, but who knew that the black thorns drew out their knives, so he knelt on the ground and cried that Yuan Xi had killed him, and then the black thorns took him to find Yuan Xi."

Fang Xing nodded, and then entered the mourning hall.

There were a few women in the mourning hall, and when they saw him coming in, they were frightened, and quickly lowered their heads and hid beside them.

Yuan Da knelt by the side of the coffin, kowtowed when Fang woke up, tears streaming down his face, and the choked up sound made people uncomfortable.

Fang Xing walked over, leaned over and looked at Jin Zhong who was lying in the coffin, his face pale and thin.

"You came……"

Jin Zhong's words in front of Chengtian Gate rang in Fang Xing's ears, and the gratified look in his eyes was still vivid in his memory.

"I'm here, you... don't worry, I will take care of your affairs, I will also take care of Jinda's future affairs, I hope you can rest in peace... I have arrangements for your highness, there will be no accidents, everyone will remember You... nobody is better than you..."

Fang Xing looked sideways at Jin Da who was still sobbing, and said, "Don't worry, you will go to the academy after the funeral is settled, and no one will dare to bully you in the future. Be good, be good..."

"Thank you uncle!"

When Jin Da was still enlightened, the butler knelt down in ecstasy and thanked him.

But anyone who is old will know a truth: people take tea to cool down!

Jin Zhong went, even if the royal family gave him a beautiful posthumous title, it would only be warm for a while. Since Jinda is young, it will be a big problem for him to have no one to help him in the future.

Fang Xing nodded, and said: "There is some chaos in the palace at the moment, the empress will definitely send someone to come later, this is a head, and then those families will come to offer sacrifices, so get ready."

Fang Xing didn't say to send someone to help, but the housekeeper was very grateful, knowing that it was to save face for the Jin family.

If the Jin family handles the funeral well with their own strength, Jin Da's reputation will rise to a higher level. In the future, no matter whether it is to become an official or what, fame will be a stepping stone and can take advantage of a lot.

"This is what the dead do for the living to see!"

Fang Xing stood outside the gate of Jin's house, looking at the dots of lights outside, feeling the silence of the capital city, it felt like a lifetime away.

Yiqi rushed over and reined in his horse. The black thorn on the horse's back said: "Uncle, we have found the place where Yuan Xi and others are."

Fang Xing's eyes flashed brightly, he got on the horse and said, "Go, go and see those field mice!"

...

There is a residential area not far from the Gongyuan. It is close to the Gongyuan, which is considered quiet.

In a small courtyard in the middle of this residential area, a lamp was swinging, shining on Yuan Xi's face, looking gloomy.

"It failed, but it's okay. Your Highness was not involved. As long as we escape this disaster, we can make a comeback in the future."

Lei Du sat opposite him, lowered his head and said quietly: "There is a problem with your plan, I have thought about it, even if Fang can't wake up, those martial arts will not let it go."

Yuan Xi said indifferently: "It depends on the prince's side. If things are done there, what about those martial arts?"

"It's good to intercept the prince, but..." Lei Du's eyes lit up,

Asked: "Could it be that King Xiang..."

Yuan Xi shook his head and said: "Huang Yan said that King Xiang's temperament is a bit fake, if he has the opportunity to sit on the throne, he will definitely not refuse."

"He wants to succeed but is timid, understand? We just had bad luck, and we just happened to meet Fang Xing returning to Beijing."

People are like this, the first thing after failure is to find excuses for themselves, excuses for non-war crimes.

The door was pushed open suddenly, Yuan Chi came in and said, "There is no movement in the city, those green skins are probably caught."

Yuan Xi didn't care, frowned and said: "Close the door, and... If there is any movement, immediately hide below."

Yuan Chi closed the door with his backhand. At this moment, Lei Du stood up, listened to the movement outside, and murmured: "What's the sound?"

Yuan Xi immediately got up and was about to run in, but just as he took a step, the door seemed to be hit by a boulder...

"Boom!"

The door was kicked away from the outside, and bounced back after hitting the wall, but was held back by a hand.

"The door is well made, do you know where it was made?"

The person holding the door was Xin Laoqi, Fang Xing walked in slowly, glanced at the three people in the room, nodded slightly and said, "That's right, Zhu Jixian's three gopher mice are here, who is Yuan Xi?"

Yuan Xi wanted to run, but he knew that since Fang Xing appeared here, it meant that the courtyard had been surrounded.

"My lord, Yuan Xi, dare to ask Xing Hebo, where did those vicious people come from? Could it be your private soldiers?"

Yuan Xi turned around and came back to sit down, and asked with a smile on his face.

Lei Du, who was sitting across from him, was pale and his body was so weak that he couldn't get up. If he didn't have his hands on the table to support him, Yuan Xi believed that he would lie down on the ground and beg for mercy.

"That's the sharp blade left by Emperor Wen, it's designed to kill you and other rebels..."

Fang Xing walked over, and when passing by Yuan Chi, he grabbed Yuan Chi's collar and pulled it back. Xin Laoqi punched Yuan Chi from behind and knocked Yuan Chi to the ground.

Yuan Xi smiled, watched Fang Xing walk in front of him, and said, "It's all about success and failure, my servant..."

Fang Xing waved his fist, then turned around and said, "Take them all back."

Behind him, Yuan Xi fell to the ground, with his nose as the center point, and his original appearance was almost invisible, especially in the rapidly swollen mouth, which reminded people of a sausage.

Walking out the door, the people from Blackthorn were already waiting.

"Uncle, the Palace Commander Yang Wuhou will leave the city immediately and go straight to Taiyuan."

Fang Xing nodded, and then led the people back to the palace.

...

The palace was brightly lit, and when Fang Xing went in, he saw many powerful eunuchs patrolling everywhere.

Not far away, a string of lanterns came over from the opposite side, and a closer look turned out to be those important ministers.

"Xing Hebo."

All these people looked haggard, and Jian Yi, who was the leader, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty has already gone back, and King Xiang will take care of your Majesty's affairs for the time being."

Fang Xing turned around, walked slowly, and said: "Prince Xiang is a little uncomfortable after all, it's much better to use the Prince of Xinxiang."

Zhu Zhanyong escaped by himself, and Luo Quan, who despised him, guarded him alone, but after he escaped, he punched him on the temple and passed out, and he has not yet woken up.

Then he hid behind the door of the study room, and when Qi Lao Liu came back, he chopped off half of Qi Lao Liu's face with a knife technique he had practiced in his own dormitory in the academy.

If you only come here, at most you can praise Zhu Zhanyong's determination. But after he left the study, he dared to yell at more than a dozen servants holding sticks, and finally instigated these people and led them to kill the rebels.

It's a pity that they hadn't gone far before they were intercepted by the soldiers of Wucheng Bingmasi, and then they were captured into the palace.

Yang Rong took a few steps forward, and said in a low voice: "The king of the county is very sad, he can't afford to kneel in front of His Majesty's Zi Palace, hey! It's really..."

"Are you preventing future troubles?"

Fang Xing also said in a low voice: "King Xiang bears such a title, and then takes the credit for supporting His Majesty's affairs. After the crown prince ascends the throne, it will be suspicion. Forget it, as a prince, this is his fate!"

Yang Rong said unabashedly: "If he hadn't shown the appearance of that virtuous king in the past, who would use him as a pretext for treason? So you say this is fate, and I think it's appropriate. Under the prince, the There should be no virtuous king!"

"Then there is no need to use such methods, but you can do whatever you want, as long as the empress has no objection."

For Zhu Zhanyong, a prince who likes to smile gently, Fang Xing always can't accept it, and he appreciates Zhu Zhanyong more.

Yang Rong sighed wearily, and said, "What can your mother do?"

The queen was very helpless. She used this action to indirectly tell Zhu Zhanji: You are all brothers, don't kill me.

King Xiang must have been frightened into a quail, right?

Fang Xing thought unkindly about Zhu Zhanqian's current state, but he didn't notice that Yang Rong was looking at him from the side.

"Uncle Xinghe, are you sure about your Highness? You must know that King Jin is...a man of considerable wealth. If His Highness...Uncle Xinghe, it will be too late for you to regret it."

"That's right, Xing Hebo, His Royal Highness is probably on his way this time, and there must not be many people around him. If those rebels intercept... Daming is in danger!"

"Your Majesty mentioned this just now, and she said that she wanted you, Xinghe Bo, to go out to meet His Highness."

Fang Xing nodded, and said: "Then let someone go and tell your mother that I'm going right away. But who will guard the city? The Shenji Battalion is a bit weak, so why don't you bring up the Zhuquewei. As for the palace Let Liang Zhong organize the people and control them for the time being, and it will not be too late to screen them out after His Highness returns to Beijing, after all, it should feel good to wait in despair."

Yang Rong felt that this arrangement was not bad, so he asked everyone for their opinions.

At this time Zhu Zhanji is not there, the queen can only be the boss, a puppet, and it is the group of people in front of her who make up her mind.

"It's okay, Song Jianran is cautious, Suzaku Wei hasn't had any major troubles, and Xuanwu Wei is watching, it's okay."

"Shenji Camp has An Yuan waiting to watch, this is a tripartite confrontation, good!"

"..."

This group of people was discussing, analyzing people's hearts and the current situation from time to time, forgetting about Fang Xing.

Good at internal struggles, but lacking in the big picture.

This is what the group of important ministers in Daming looks like at present.