Jiang Pengji boasted that he had studied Han culture, and the assassin said "Liuzhou Mu praise", but his eyes showed a little disdain.

This disdain is not directed at Jiang Pengji, but at Youxiang.

According to her speculation, the real messenger should have been intercepted. Because the size of the assassin and the envoy were not much different, and for the sake of safety, the assassin wore the envoy's clothes, carried the real drawings, sat on a bamboo basket and went down to the royal city, pretending to be the envoy to try to assassinate Jiang Pengji.

The true master of the assassin, she doesn't suspect much-

Jiang Pengji briefly said his guess, Sun Wen pondered for a long time, and he already had a suspicion in his heart.

"I guess it's the third prince's person. Sun Wendao, "The three princes of Northern Xinjiang studied under Wu Liba, and this pair of masters and apprentices is a rare smart person in Northern Xinjiang. Because of the influence of Wu Liba, the third prince studied Han culture quite a bit - but he also learned from his master's temper, stubborn and arrogant, but loyal to the northern Xinjiang. At this juncture, he can still come up with an assassination plan, and there should be no one else but him. ”

If it weren't for the lord's superior force, maybe the gutter would really capsize.

Northern Xinjiang is now at the end of the crossbow, and the nobles are the grass on the wall, and the possibility of them secretly defecting to the enemy is extremely high.

Unexpectedly, someone would intercept and kill the messenger and assassinate Jiang Pengji by pretending to be the messenger.

"Whether it's this person or not, this account is on him first. "Someone should always take the blame for this matter, the third prince is the most suspicious person, who is responsible for him if he doesn't take the blame," I want to thank him, there is just a ready-made excuse to slaughter the nobles of Northern Xinjiang. ”

As long as the division is famous, the massacre is not a big deal.

Not to mention the slaughter of the Guizhou class in northern Xinjiang, even if more is killed, it is tenable.

In addition to that-

The nobles of Northern Xinjiang are also the richest, and looting the family's wealth can make Jiang Pengji's private treasury plump.

The enemy sent ready-made excuses to her, and she didn't make good use of them, wouldn't she be sorry for herself?

Sun Wen's brows jumped, and Yu Guang glanced at the other three and found that they were indifferent to the "Tu Guang" in Jiang Pengji's mouth. Thinking back to the virtues of Qi Guanrang, Wei Ci and Feng Zhen, he felt that the lawlessness of the lord was somewhat due to their connivance.

Even if you really want to massacre people and loot their wealth, you can't say it with a big grin.

However, the lord is capricious and his subordinates conniv, and Sun Wen can only turn a blind eye.

"It's too late today, so go down and rest. Send people to pay attention to the movements on the Wangcheng side, and if anyone 'surrenders' again, they will all be arrested. There is still a tough battle to be fought next, and the nobles of Northern Xinjiang know that it is hopeless to surrender to Cheng, and they will definitely find another way. ”

Everyone briefly discussed a few sentences, and Jiang Pengji saw the residual sleep marks on Sun Wen and Qi Guan's faces, and her heart softened, and she drove them to sleep.

Feng Zhen and the others retreated, and Wei Ci was about to get up and leave, but he didn't take two steps and found that his sleeve was being pulled by someone.

Wei Ci glanced at his sleeve and moved his gaze up the hand of the sleeve, just in front of the lord's eyes.

At this time, Feng Zhen and the three of them had already left the main tent.

"My lord?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Didn't I say it, I'll settle accounts with you in the future." ”

She deliberately put a heavy note on a certain word.

Regardless of his previous life or this life, Wei Ci is a person with beautiful scenery, like a bright moon and a breeze, when has he ever been exposed to vulgar words?

Therefore, Wei Ci was stunned for a while before he understood Jiang Pengji's hint.

At that moment, he felt the blood rushing to his head all over his body, and his ears were hallucinating.

"My lord—how can you say such vulgar things?"

Wei Ci didn't believe that Jiang Pengji would come to the barracks, but he couldn't talk about it, let alone say such vulgar and obscene words.

Can you do it the same as you say?

Jiang Pengji smiled and teased, "What vulgar?"

Wei Ci: "......"

This is definitely not His Majesty he knows-

Wei Ci forgot, even if the Majesty in his memory, it was Feng Zhen's fox friend dog party, and there was still less to drink flowers and wine to visit the Qinglou?

Jiang Pengji is just breaking Wei Ci's inner beautification of the image of a god at this time, letting him know that the god in his mind is also a person.

After a while, Wei Ci left the main tent with a confused face and returned to his tent.

Not long after he left, a swift black shadow followed him back into the tent, and the patrol soldiers did not notice it.

Wei Ci looked at Jiang Pengji and sighed repeatedly.

"As soon as the day dawned, the lord should go back, so as not to cause fear among the people. ”

Wei Ci didn't have the ability to sneak away from the main tent without arousing suspicion, but Jiang Pengji could secretly leave Wei Ci's tent without being discovered.

It is clear that it has nothing to do with it, and he is stunned to make a posture of stealing in private, and Wei Ci is also tired.

Jiang Pengji doesn't care so much.

Now that the weather is still hot, Wei Ci's body temperature is relatively low, and he is comfortable to hold.

She had a good night's sleep, but the third prince, who was still waiting for news, was desperate.

If the assassination is successful, the camp of the willow thieves will inevitably be chaotic, but the night passes, and the order of the camp remains the same.

It can be seen that the assassination of the henchmen he sent should have failed.

Rubbing his sore eyes, the third prince walked towards the court with a pair of red eyes and blue stubble.

Not only did the third prince stay awake all night, but half of the ministers in the court couldn't sleep either.

They looked at the third prince with trepidation, for fear that the other party would spread the word that they were secretly communicating with the enemy.

In this case, without Jiang Pengji attacking in, they will die at their own hands first.

What is surprising is that the third prince has always remained silent, watching the court quarrel with cold eyes, like a wooden man.

Many old ministers earnestly persuaded the sixth prince.

"Acting king, according to the old minister's opinion, now that the willow thief has been lowered, at least some fire will be preserved, so that he can make a comeback in the future. ”

The sixth prince laughed angrily.

If it falls, the royal family of Northern Xinjiang will definitely be slaughtered.

These courtiers in front of them, they turned their heads and wagged their tails at the willow thieves and begged for mercy, slipped their whiskers and patted their horses, no matter how bad they were, they could keep their glory and wealth.

Why!

Just ask why!

The royal family is more noble than them, so why should they exchange the blood of the imperial court for the survival of these inferior people with low blood?

Anger was brewing in the hearts of the six princes, and half of the ministers in the court were inclined to surrender.

They can't help but be in a hurry, the seventh prince and the eighth prince have reached their limit.

In other words, there is not much time left for northern Xinjiang.

If they don't make a decision, once the two princes breathe, Jiang Pengji will wave his army to capture the royal city.

Obviously there is a broad road in front of them, why do they want to accompany the royal family to hell together?

In order to calm the anger, several old ministers are willing to help hide the bloodline of the imperial court, and find a chance to make a comeback in the future.

If there was no such thing as defecting to the enemy, the third prince would really be fooled, I believe they are really thinking about the imperial court.

"Report—there is movement of the enemy forces outside the city again—"

The messenger presented a letter that attracted everyone's attention.

This time, the letter was not written in Chinese characters of the Central Plains, but in Barbarian language, and everyone could read it without barriers.

The third prince glanced at it, his heart palpitated, and he suddenly felt that the sky was dark.