He tilted his head and took a deep breath, and the tears that he had endured couldn't help but drip down, dripping in the palm of his hand, hurting and hurting.

I turned my head and looked inside, looking at my brother's groveling appearance, and my heart was even more uncomfortable.

I don't know what to do, and I don't know who to talk to. The inexplicable worries in my heart can't be resolved, and I will only worry about them all day long.

And who said that he was a good official? Why did my brother do that? If being an official can break people's pride, then what is the use of being an official?

What is the use of the smoker family coming to the capital? Isn't it possible to do it in order to see people's faces?

The whole courtyard seemed to turn cold again as the smoke disappeared like a dream.

Yan Ruchi watched the man wait for his sister to leave, and his smile retracted, and he returned to his old posture.

The heart sank down, and a thought crossed my mind. Could it be that Prince An came here for his sister?

lowered his head, arched his hands and said: "Lord Wang, Sister Xiaguan grew up in Jiangnan since she was a child, and when she first arrived in the capital, she inevitably had a small vision, and I ask Lord Wang to forgive my little sister for being unreasonable." ”

Zhao Jingan waved his hand, and naturally guessed what he was thinking at this time, "Naturally, I won't worry a lot, but what I said is small, I must be wrong!" ”

When Yan Ruchi heard this, he looked at Zhao Jing'an suspiciously, and didn't understand why he suddenly said that? Sounds like he knows his sister very well.

But isn't it the first time they've met this morning?

Or have you known each other for a long time?

Doubts swirled in my mind, but I didn't dare to ask the person in front of me, so I could only hold it in my heart.

"Although Jiangnan is prosperous, it is not the national capital in the end, and there are naturally many people in the capital, many things have not been heard, have not seen, although the little sister has also read some books, but in the end it is not as knowledgeable as this Beijing people."

Zhao Jing'an snorted coldly, I don't know whether the attitude is agreed or disagreed, waved his hand, and two people rushed in from outside the wall, knelt on the ground, and shouted neatly: "Lord Wang!" ”

Yan Ruchi was startled by the scene in front of him, stared at the two people kneeling on the ground with wide eyes, and after a closer look, he saw that the two people turned out to be Zhao Jing'an's personal guards, one was called Zhao An, and the other was called Zhao Shan.

"How's it going?" Zhao Jing'an's deep and waveless voice sounded, and he looked at the flying wooden rhinoceros tree outside the wall expressionlessly.

"Lord Wang, his subordinates have thrown that person to the gate of King Xuan's mansion, presumably they should have found it now." Zhao Shan replied, thinking back to the scene just now.

"If you want to assassinate my prince, you don't want to see who my prince is? You are just like your master, a straw bale. ”

Zhao Shan looked at the man, his face was full of disdain, and when he saw that the man was not angry, he continued: "Don't look at me like that, since the prince has ordered, how can we sit under the subordinates and disobey our orders?" ”

Zhao Shan stared at the man's eyes, with a smile and happiness in his eyes, he took out a small dagger out of nowhere, dangled it in front of the man's eyes, and asked slowly: "Tell me, which eye stared at my prince just now?" Well? It seems that I don't remember, as if both of them are staring. ”

It's like teasing a kitten that has been waiting to die, enjoying the joy of that person's fear.

The dagger approached little by little, and at a distance of a centimeter from his eyes, his smile was retracted, and with a stroke of his hand, he heard a scream, and when he looked at it, the man's eyes were full of blood, and in an instant his whole face was red, and he was in pain.

"Okay, then the king will go and visit the king's 'good third brother'."

With a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, he said to Yan Ruchi: "I chattered last night, since the master of the mansion is not happy, then the king has no choice but to live in his own mansion." ”

Yan Ruchi was startled, and listened carefully, but the words were different from what he had said before, he sounded like he was laughing at himself, and there was teasing in his words, not like he was angry, but like he was in a good mood.

Half-bent over, Zhao Jing'an was sent away, only to realize that the Confucian shirt on his back was wet, and his knees were even more painful.

I didn't even have time to eat with me, so I hurriedly cleaned up and went to the Ministry of Rites to deal with things.

Xuanwang Mansion.

In the main hall of the palace, a person walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face was full of worry, and there was a person kneeling on the ground on the side, the person was full of broken ceramics in front of him, his head was bowed, and his eyes were covered with a white cloth, but the white cloth seemed to have no effect, and the blood was kept out, and the white cloth was immediately dyed red.

The Xuanwang Mansion, which was originally sunny, also fell into extreme anxiety because of this.

The person walking back and forth was Zhao Jingxuan, the prince of the Quyue Dynasty, because he was the third, and some people called him the third prince.

I was waiting for the good news, but I didn't expect to wake up early in the morning and didn't wait for the good news, but I heard the bad news, thinking that the fourth brother has always been cold and ruthless, and he will never say anything about doing things, and the interests involved are even more denied by the six relatives.

For so many years, the brothers have fought openly and secretly, and the third brother is the smartest, who is not interested in power on the surface, and he is also deferential and obedient in front of Emperor Qu Yue, and has no ambition at all, but how can the truth be so simple?

Who of the royal family does not fight for power? Even if it's not for the throne, but for survival, for survival, what can't be done.

Yesterday was foolproof, but I didn't want to somehow leak the news and let the hateful Zhao Jingan escape, and now provoked the plague man, but how can it be good?

Zhao Jingxuan was stunned.

But he really couldn't think of a way, so he had to walk in front of the man, raise his foot and kick it hard, and scolded angrily: "Useless things, you can't do this little thing, what's the use of this king raising you?" I will prepare you with good food and drink all day long, and when it comes time to do practical things, I will not give this king any heart. ”

The man was kicked to the ground, his eyes couldn't see, he snorted, endured the pain, and then got up again, waving his hands around, and immediately grabbed tightly when he touched the soft and silky shoes, "Lord Wang, my subordinates are incompetent and failed to complete the task, but my subordinates are not considered to have gained nothing, do you remember the smoke Ruchi?" Didn't you woo him before? ”

"What? Why is it involved in smoke again? The ignorant scholar actually refuted the face of this king, and this king still wants to teach him a good lesson in the future. Zhao Jing'an seemed to think of something, and his face became surprisingly bad.

"Lord Wang, do you know, in fact, Yan Ruchi has long been a person of Lord An, last night Lord An was attacked by us, and then his subordinates followed, watched him enter the Yan Mansion, and stayed until dawn."

"Yanfu? Which smokehouse? Zhao Jingxuan asked puzzled, looking at the blood stains on his shoes, kicked the man away in disgust and sat on the chair.

The housekeeper standing next to him stepped forward and replied with a bow: "Do you know, Lord Yan's home is in Jiangnan, and his family has been in business for generations, and he is already the richest man in Jiangnan. ”