Chapter 317 Fault

Zhu Mingrui stood motionless in the dark and suddenly turned around and strode to Jiang Hong's tent. The guard in front of the tent told Zhu Mingrui that Jiang Hong had not returned from Wu Sishen's tent. Zhu Mingrui lowered his head and stood for a long time, turned around and walked back blankly.

In the dark tent, Jiang Hong sat on the mattress in the middle of the tent, holding a copper wine pot in one hand and a cup in the other. He sat like a stone statue and listened to the footsteps outside. The dragging footsteps were a little farther away. Jiang Hong sighed silently, raised the wine glass in his hand, and took the wine Sprinkle it gently in front of the mattress. Along the way, he failed to find out a trace of the reason why the father and son played that play from Zhu Mingrui's mouth, but by now, he has seen it clearly. What else can there be any reason? Either he planned to take the time and collect a fisherman's profit when Shouwang and Wang Dan were both defeated, and let Zhu Mingrui rush over to prepare for a need, or... Jiang Hong looked up at the top of the black tent where nothing could be seen. The Zhu family was afraid of becoming the second Yang family. Zhu Mingrui was in front, and the Marquis Chang'an was behind, echoed at the beginning and end. This is Wan Quan. The plan.

"Alas." Jiang Hong sighed and was sad. Both plans were comprehensive, but Shouwang... Jiang Hong's eyes narrowed slightly. Shouwang was not an official, and the official was not the first emperor. Jiang Hong raised the glass to his mouth a little slowly. The Zhu family didn't know what to do. I wish Mingrui had the dispute that day and today's life-saving battle, and he would naturally be safe. It's hard to say that if the Marquis of Chang'an could be cruel enough to die in the battle... Jiang Hong looked up and drank all the glass of wine, threw the cup and the empty wine pot, fell on the mattress, randomly pulled the bucket cover his body, and closed his eyes in a daze.

In the camp in the tent of Shouwang, the tent illuminated by a faint bean light was yellow and hazy. Mr. Jiang and Shouwang sat opposite each other. Shouwang held a cup of tea soup in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and leaned back on the rolled quilt slightly tiredly. Mr. Jiang may be tired, or maybe he had something else on his mind, and his face was pale and dark. His head curled up, like an old ball of cloth.

"Is that really the case?" King Shou gently put down the tea soup in his hand and looked at Mr. Jiang. There was a regret in his voice. Mr. Jiang's voice was slightly hoarse: "The Marquis of Chang'an's heart can be killed. This is already the prince's pity for the Zhu family and extra kindness."

"Alas," Shouwang sighed, "It's a pity that Chang'anhou is a general." Mr. Jiang glanced at Shouwang and lowered his eyelids. Shouwang just kept asking regret. What can he say? Since then, there is no reason for him to forgive the Marquis of Chang'an. If he dares to do that, he will not be far from death!

"If there is no Marquis Chang'an, the commander of the north will have to think carefully." After sighing several times, Shouwang opened his mouth. Mr. Jiang sighed secretly and hurriedly answered, "It is reasonable that Wu Sishen is a very good candidate, but I'm afraid that he is too short-skilled, but I'm afraid he can't convince the public."

"Well, Wu Sishen is indeed a good candidate, but now he doesn't have enough experience. Besides, the Duke of Wen has to go back to deal with this matter. It's not urgent. Leave the old marquis to guard it first and ask his father to make a final choice when he returns to the capital." After the birthday king, Mr. Jiang moved the corners of his mouth and smiled and said, "The prince is thoughtful. This victory has been divided. The fifth master has received another letter urging you to return to Beijing today. You'd better leave for Beijing tomorrow."

"Well," Shouwang frowned slightly and nodded for a while, "Okay, let's leave tomorrow night." Mr. Jiang's heart moved slightly. Is this going to watch Chang'an Hou kill the enemy before leaving tomorrow night? Mr. Jiang subconsciously shook his head. He was old and a little unable to see life and death. He used to follow the official family. How could he be so sentimental? Old, old! On this trip back to the capital, if the prince successfully established the prince, he should go back to his hometown and spend his rest of his years in peace.

King Shou lured Wang Dan's annihilation letter and flew all the way into the palace more than ten miles away from the capital. The officials looked ashes, slowly opened the paint seal, slowly twisted the paper roll, scanned it again, swept it again, breathed a long sigh of relief, raised his finger and signaled the paper scroll to Zheng: "Look, the eldest brother really didn't let me down."

"Great victory?" Zheng was overjoyed. As he asked, he took the paper roll with both hands and swept it. He couldn't help but be happy. He put the paper roll in his hands and put it back in front of the official and laughed, "You came out by yourself. How can it disappoint you? The old slave looked at these brothers, and the old man is the most like you.

"Well, it's her son!" The official's voice was full of pride. He picked up the paper roll and read it again. His eyebrows stretched and was about to speak. Suddenly, he covered his chest and coughed. His cheeks were red, and he couldn't breathe. Zheng Daguan hurriedly rushed over, stroked the back of the official, and called the imperial doctor urgently. Didn't wait for the imperial doctor to rush in. The official gasped. I couldn't get through it. I fell down on the kang and fainted.

Mr. Zheng half knelt in front of the kang and looked fiercely and anxiously at the sweaty and carefully needle-scorching imperial doctor. The three imperial doctors were in a hurry and wiped the sweat on their foreheads and carefully explained to General Zheng: "Your Majesty thought he had heard some bad words. His mood was too agitated..."

"When will Your Majesty wake up? Is it heavy this time? Can you leave for return to Beijing the day after tomorrow? Zheng magistrate gritted his teeth and asked one after another. The three imperial doctors, I looked at you, and the leading imperial doctor Qian swallowed a few mouthfuls of water, so he had to come out more and answer, "It's reasonable, if these needles go down, your majesty should wake up... But now... about... It's hard to say when you wake up. If your majesty can wake up, It's not heavy, set off the day after tomorrow... If your majesty can wake up, you have to listen to your majesty's will. Zheng was angry and anxious, took a deep breath, and ordered with a gloomy face, "This time, it's extraordinary. The three of you are guarding here, and you can't walk away from your majesty!" I think several people know more about the importance of this than me!" Dr. Qian nodded hurriedly and kept his majesty step by step.

General Zheng looked around, turned around, turned out, and called the bodyguard leader and the young supervisor to order your majesty not to go out or enter. He took a few servants out, wrote a secret letter about the sudden fainting of the official family, and even released several eagles and pigeons out. He stood and watched the eagles and pigeons flying away. Then he turned around and called a servant and ordered, "You quietly go to the Jinning County Palace and ask the fifth master to come here immediately. Remember, you have to come and go quietly. Don't disturb people!" The little servant answered, changed his clothes, got on the horse and went straight to the capital.

Zheng Daguan slowly returned to the official's bedroom and squatted in front of the kang. He looked at the dizzy official on the bed and sad. The official family was old, and the official family also fainted a day when he fainted... Zheng Daguan subconsciously shrank again,' The mood was too stirring. Zheng Daguan thought about the words of the imperial doctor, and there seemed to be jealousy in his nose. In the past, it was only the eldest brother's mother who could make the official's mood too exciting. Now, only the eldest brother, Zheng thought of the little girl without bad people in his gentle and kind eyes, and there was a warm warmth in his heart. Surging past, his ears were vague, as if he heard the bright moon gently and whispering softly to persuade the officials: "... Sister Ning said that this person is the most incomparable. People have to compare with themselves. For example, if I can always be with you to serve you, I can wake up with a smile every day..." "... I am a maidservant. They are masters, and they won't look up to me..." "... Why do you want others to respect me? I'm just a slave, and I don't have the ability... I don't want anyone to respect me or not. What's the point? I just want to be by my side and watch him read and write..."

"Ancestor, the noble concubine is outside, and she has to see the official family." The little servant reported respectfully. Zheng shook his head and shook his head again. Only then did he hear that this was not the messy words in his mind. He frowned and asked, "What are you talking about? Who is outside?"

"When I go back to my ancestors, I'm Jiang Guifei, and I have to see the official family." The little servant quickly reported it again. Zheng's face faded clean in a trance, and his eyes suddenly sharp. He held the little servant's arm and stood up. His hands slowly stroked his clothes. The little servant half knelt down to take care of the clothes behind him that were not messy behind him. Zheng turned his back and walked out of the bedroom slowly.

Outside the palace door, Jiang Guifei looked slightly uneasy. She held the veil with both hands and stretched out her head to look inside the palace door from time to time. Seeing that Zheng's official was calm and came out slowly, she breathed a sigh of relief, loosened the veil, and smiled at Zheng's two steps: "Your Majesty has rest? You send someone out and say, how can your majesty be separated from you?!" Zheng's official smiled and saluted Jiang Guifei with a lot of respect and courtesy. Then he replied with a smile, "Just rested, there were several letters from the north. The official was tired for a while. As soon as he heard that the noble concubine was at the door, the little one did not disturb your majesty. After waiting for your majesty's sleep, he came out to accompany the noble concubine." Zheng Daguan said, bowing modestly and respectfully. Jiang Guifei hurriedly raised her hands and smiled, "Why is Zheng Daban so polite? If I have to do this, your majesty's health is the most important, so I'll come back later.

Concubine Jiang was about to turn back politely, but Zheng said with a smile, "Your Majesty asked someone to find a few paintings before taking a break, saying that they wanted to show it to the noble concubine. Since the noble concubine has come, how about it be shown to the noble concubine first?" Jiang Guifei's face couldn't hide her consternation. Looking at Zheng's official, he could hardly speak. Zheng's official had always been like the shadow of an official and was famous for his caution and humility. Why did he suddenly show her the painting this time?

"Is it your Majesty who ordered you to show it to me?" Jiang Guifei couldn't help asking. Zheng looked up at her with a peaceful look, but his eyes were extremely complicated: "The noble concubine only has benefits." After saying that, he turned his body and bowed slightly to let Jiang Guifei go to the fallen seat behind him.