Xue Huaijian was stunned for a moment.

The national teacher had already crossed him and walked towards the kneeling man on the ground: "What did you say?"

He had heard it and heard it clearly.

But he still had to ask.

"Say it again!"

The guard pressed his forehead tightly to the masonry: "Hui Guoshi, Jing Ningbo is really dead......" Between the words, his voice became softer and lower, as if he was going to burrow into the cracks of the bricks along with his body.

"What about people?" Xue Huaijian stood in place and asked in a deep voice.

The guard lay on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "It's been sent to Shang Pharmacy......"

Xue Huaijian immediately looked at his adoptive father.

There was no smile on Jiao Xuan's face.

"Since you're dead, why do you have to send it to Shang Pharmacy?" Jiao Xuan asked with a pale face, "How can you be sure that people are dead?"

The guard looked up from the ground in a panic: "This, this little ......" He hesitated, and for a moment he couldn't answer.

Jiao Xuan went up with a kick.

He looked old and weak, and when he stepped down, he kicked the tall guard on his back.

The guard was in great pain, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he curled up in a ball and retreated to the side.

Jiao Xuan strode away and walked towards the light of the sky.

Xue Huaijian took a step slower and didn't move.

He walked up to the guard and said with a gloomy face, "You tell me the ins and outs of the future." ”

The guard gasped for breath, and while desperately recalling, he gasped and said: "The little one followed Jing Ningbo all the way according to the instructions of the national teacher, but Jing Ningbo was accompanied by someone, and the little one was worried that he would be found if he was too close, so he just followed from a distance." After not wanting to leave the palace, Jing Ningbo did not go to Wanfu Lane. ”

Jingningbo Mansion is in Wanfu Lane.

Qi Yuanzhang said to the national teacher that he wanted to go home, but he didn't go in the direction of Bofu, which was naturally wrong.

I didn't know why, and I felt a little uneasy at that time. But the road looked completely unusual, and after walking for a while, the little one found that this was the way to the 'twelfth floor'. ”

Everyone knows where the pagoda of the national teacher stands.

He, of course, is no exception.

"Jing Ningbo is the person who supervises the work, and it is not surprising that he will take a look at the construction situation on the way back. The sound of the guard's breathing gradually calmed down, and he finally recovered from the shock, "It's just that I didn't expect that Jing Ningbo's carriage was in danger when it arrived at the door of the 'twelfth floor'." ”

Xue Huaijian stared at his eyes: "In the blue sky and white sun, there are actually assassins?"

The guards nodded again and again: "The commander doesn't believe it, and the little one can't believe it!"

In broad daylight, this is a thorn, and it is clear that it will end together.

When the rain of arrows fell, even he almost died there.

There were two more points of happiness in the voice of the guard: "None of the guards around Jing Ningbo were spared...... Uncle he, he was also seriously injured...... "If it weren't for that, he wouldn't dare to open his mouth and say that Qi Yuanzhang was dead."

He picked up the arrow and looked at it, the arrow glowed with purple and faint cold light, and it was definitely quenched with poison.

Xue Huaijian retracted his gaze and asked coldly, "Where is the perpetrator?"

The guard raised his hand and wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead: "I didn't see any living mouths, and they were all killed on the spot." You can look at it ...... small," he looked up at Xue Huaijian.

The man's young face had a complicated look he had never seen before.

Is it anger?

Is it sad?

Is it distress?

Or disappointed?

There seem to be a myriad of emotions entangled, making it impossible to tell the difference.

He lowered his voice and said word by word, "Those assassins...... It's the people of the Restoration Army!"

Xue Huaijian was noncommittal and did not answer his words.

The thin air in the middle of winter makes it harder and harder to breathe. He walked along the corridor, through the palace gate, and walked towards the Shang Pharmacy step by step.

The inside of Shang Pharmacy is already in chaos.

The doctors gathered together and talked loudly, as if that would bring the person back.

But when the person sent it, the medicine stone was gone.

No matter how they counsel and how they diagnose and treat, nothing will change.

When Jiao Xuan walked in from the outside, they were making their final struggles.

Jingning Boqi Yuanzhang is a celebrity in front of the emperor, a person who is willing to eat tea and play chess with the national teacher, and a person who must not die in their hands.

And yet—

There is no way.

Jiao Xuan crossed the threshold, and when he walked in, they could only kneel down and say, "Jing Ningbo has gone." ”

In just five words, it is as long as the vicissitudes of life.

Jiao Xuan ignored them.

He walked straight to the soft couch to the east. The people on the couch did not move. But Jiao Xuan still didn't believe it, and only a few hours after he didn't believe it, Qi Yuanzhang really became a dead man.

But the smell in the air was familiar to him.

The smell of death.

The beam does not disperse.

He had already walked over to the couch.

He had already seen Qi Yuanzhang's blue face and dark lips.

It's the face of a dead man, there's nothing wrong with that.

Jiao Xuan stood there straight, a strange ho-ho sound coming from his throat. He still doesn't believe it!, "Jing Ningbo?" Jiao Xuan shouted.

The man on the couch did not respond to him.

He pounced on it to see the wounds on Qi Yuanzhang's body.

A wound that no longer bleeds is not a fatal wound. When the imperial doctors saw this scene, they trembled with fright, and hurriedly said one after another: "National Teacher! National Teacher! Jing Ningbo died of poisoning——"

Jiao Xuan turned his back to everyone and gritted his teeth and said, "A bunch of waste!"

He reached out and touched Qi Yuanzhang's face, along the back of his ear to his chin, without the slightest abnormality. This is Qi Yuanzhang's face, the original face.

Jiao Xuan was suddenly furious, and pulled out a thin sword from the snakehead crutch he was carrying, and was about to stab Qi Yuanzhang's body. But before the sword fell, his wrist had already been grabbed.

"What are you doing here?"

Jiao Xuan turned his head and saw Xue Huaijian.

"Man is dead. ”

Jiao Xuan gasped, stared at his adopted son, and then shook his hand and threw the thin sword away.

A room full of doctors were shocked by his actions.

Xue Huaijian let go of his hand and helped him sit aside.

Jiao Xuan stared at Qi Yuanzhang on the couch: "He's laughing!"

Everyone was shocked and went to see the soft couch.

But how can a dead man laugh?

Is Jiao Xuan crazy?

Xue Huaijian's hand lightly fell on Jiao Xuan's shoulder: "You are wrong. ”

Jiao Xuan wanted to stand up, but he seemed to have no strength in his legs. At this moment, a person suddenly came out of the ear room. It's Imperial Doctor Jiang! He gasped for breath, and his hands were covered in blood.

Jiao Xuan glanced at him, narrowed his eyes as if he suddenly came to his senses, and said, "Who is it? Who else?" His eyes were as sharp as a blade, almost staring at Imperial Doctor Jiang in two holes.

Imperial Physician Jiang replied in a daze: "Yes, it's Sun Ge Lao...... Sun Ge lost too much blood and died of his injuries...... Didn't make it through......"

"Elder Sun Ge?" Jiao Xuan spat out three words in disbelief.

What's going on?

Sun Jiehai and Qi Yuanzhang have never been in contact, how could they have an accident together?

He had strength in his legs again.

Standing up, Jiao Xuan took a deep breath and said, "Come on, send Jing Ningbo's body to the National Teacher's Mansion!"

No one knew what he wanted to do.

Except for Xue Huaijian.

"No!"

Xue Huaijian blocked in front of the soft couch: "Father-in-law, no." ”

At this moment, he suddenly remembered Taiwei, remembered Taiwei's eyes, so bright and clean. Will he ever see those eyes again?

He looked at Jiao Xuan and said again.

Jiao Xuan didn't make a sound, nor did he move.

Everyone in the room held their breath.

No one can resist the orders of the national teacher, not even the envoy of Commander Xue.

Jiao Xuan was silent.

This was the first time that Xue Huaijian had objected to his words so clearly.

But instead of getting angry, even his eyes became calm.

After a long time, Jiao Xuan let out a sigh of relief, looked at the child he raised single-handedly and said, "Okay, you personally send Jing Ningbo home, the people of Bofu must miss him very much." ”

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