Song Yanzhao, the son of Princess Minghui and the head of the military administration of Yizhou Road, was bitten by a poisonous snake after a flash flood and unfortunately died.

His Royal Highness King Fu, who came to Yizhou Road for disaster relief and rescue, was killed by the experience around him and his relatives in conspiracy!

As soon as the two pieces of news came out, they shocked the entire Yizhou Road!

When the news came back to Chengdu, there was an uproar.

Princess Minghui got the news and fainted at that time.

Han Zhifu and Peng Zhongchun hurried to De'an, but were told that the two had already pretended to be closed, and they could not open the coffin again until they returned to Chengdu Mansion.

Peng Zhongchun disagreed, but Southwest Hou's attitude was very tough!

It is said that before his death, King Fu entrusted the disaster relief to the Marquis of the Southwest.

The Southwest Marquis was ordered to reorganize the Praetorian Guard and the Southwest Army, and the Praetorian Guard was still led by Yin Zhiheng.

The coffins of Song Yanzhao and King Fu were ceremoniously sent back to Chengdu Mansion and sent back to Jinling two days later.

The translation newspaper has been sent back to Jinling as soon as possible.

The entire Chengdu Mansion was shrouded in sadness.

Although Song Yanzhao has only been here in Yizhou Road for half a year, he has made a lot of reforms in both government affairs and military affairs, which has benefited the people a lot.

Especially in this flood, if he had not led the Southwest Army and the Praetorian Guard, the affected people would have been rescued from the flood one by one.

The victims are grateful to him!

When the coffins of the two returned to Chengdu Mansion, the victims and the people of Chengdu Mansion spontaneously stood on both sides of the street, and the entire Jinjiang Street was crowded, thousands of people were empty, and the people all had sad faces.

When the tall man appeared on the street with two fine black lacquer coffins, the people cried.

The whole street cried and shook the sky!

Behind the coffin, there were neat and uniform Janissaries, all dressed in iron armor, with spears in their hands, and their expressions of grief.

What's more, everyone has a white belt around their waists!

It turned out to be the whole army with filial piety!

In addition to the crying on Jinjiang Street, it was the sound of the uniform footsteps of the Praetorian Guards.

With every step they took, they shouted in unison, "Yanai is home!"

The hearts of those who listened were sour, and tears could not help but fall.

In a house facing the street on the second floor of the street, the windows are ajar so that you can clearly see the street outside.

Two men stood in front of the window, one in a blue shirt and the other in a black robe.

The blue-shirted man's face was a little pale, and he looked at the neatly aligned and tragic Praetorian Guards outside, and said sourly for a while: "It's also death, you are much better than mine in this battle." ”

The young man in Xuanyi was covered with dust, squinted at him, and then turned his head to look at the situation on the street, his eyes slightly moist.

"People for hearts, I didn't expect them to do this for me. ”

The young man in Xuanyi was Song Yanzhao, who had just arrived from Lingnan.

When he arrived in De'an, he happened to meet the Marquis of Southwest and asked him to send the coffins of him and King Fu back to Chengdu Mansion.

He could only hurry to Chengdu Mansion and join King Fu according to the code they had originally agreed.

"It's a pity that at this time, there is no way to stand up, let them be hurt by the Southwest Hou, and they will be sad in vain. When Song Yanzhao mentioned the Southwest Hou, a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes.

King Fu's eyes flashed with envy, he had only been on Jingzhou Road for a short time, and he had just begun to improve the rule of officials, so he was sent to Yizhou Road to provide disaster relief.

I don't know if he can win such a popular heart on Jingzhou Road.

King Fu was in a trance for a moment, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the coffin containing the so-called "remains" of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Guess what's in that coffin? Nannan Hou won't throw a few clothes and a few stones into it, right?"

Song Yanzhao groaned for a moment and shook his head, "No, Huangshan has always been careful and cautious in doing things, and he will not be so reckless, if he encounters someone who asks to open the coffin, wouldn't it be a matter of words?"

King Fu thought about it, and couldn't help patting Song Yanzhao's shoulder, "Good boy, now you can fight with a battlefield veteran like Southwest Hou, and you haven't suffered in vain in Yizhou Road in the past half a year!"

The corners of Song Yanzhao's mouth hooked, he was like two people a year ago.

In the past, he would never have thought that one day he would lead troops to train and rescue people.

All this changed because he had a beloved girl in his heart.

He wants the best life for his beloved girl.

Thinking of Mu Jin, Song Yanzhao was in a trance, the matter was urgent, and he didn't have time to see her.

I don't know if she is in Jianyang now, or in Chengdu Mansion?

"How did you guess that they would kill me?" Fu Wang turned and walked to the table and sat down.

His injuries have not yet fully recovered, and he is a little physically exhausted after standing for a long time.

When Song Yanzhao went to De'an to look for him in the middle of the night, he guessed that the Southwest Hou would most likely harm him, so the two of them decided on a plan for the golden cicada to get out of its shell, and agreed that if the situation was not good, let King Fu hide first.

The Marquis of the Southwest is cautious and suspicious, if he sees that King Fu is not there, his first reaction is that his plan is detected, and he is afraid that he will be designed by King Fu, and he will definitely strike first.

"Although this king is ordered to provide disaster relief, he has no conflict of interest with the Marquis of Southwest, and I don't understand why he wants to harm me?"

When Song Yanzhao mentioned that the Southwest Hou might harm him, he also questioned it, but Song Yanzhao did not answer his question at that time.

"Feeling. Song Yanzhao leaned in front of the window, looking at the team on the street that was gradually moving away, with a faint expression on his face, and gently threw out two words.

King Fu almost squirted out a mouthful of tea in his mouth, and was choked and coughed for a long time before glaring at him in disbelief.

I feel that this reason is too capricious, isn't it?

"Are you saying that you just let me play dead just by feeling it?" his face twitched twice and glared at Song Yanzhao.

"It turns out that my feeling is very accurate, isn't it?" Song Yanzhao glanced at him gently.

Fu Wang: "............"

"Actually, it's not exactly a feeling," after the joke, Song Yanzhao's expression changed, "It was that the flash flood was too strange, and someone did plot against me at that time, and I suspect that someone wanted to take this opportunity to get rid of me." ”

King Fu's expression changed slightly, "Are you saying that the flash flood was not an accident, but was caused by man?

Song Yanzhao laughed self-deprecatingly, "I also think it's too ridiculous, but at that time, someone was plotting that I was true, judging from the situation on Yizhou Road, the people who were eager to get rid of me were Southwest Hou and Yin Zhiheng." ”

Speaking of this, Song Yanzhao glanced at King Fu, "Since they don't want me to be on the Yizhou Road, they don't want you to come, so I guess they will also find a way to harm you!"

King Fu's face was a little unsightly, and he slammed the table heavily, "What did they do on Yizhou Road? Are they so afraid that we will find out? For this, they even do not hesitate to kill the lives of a prince and a Yanei?"

Speaking of this, he raised his head and glanced at Song Yanzhao, and the eyes of both of them suddenly widened at the same time.

"That's not right!"

"There's a problem!"

Two voices rang out in the room at the same time.