Last night, Feng Yewu and Lu Jue had already asked a lot from the mouths of the Jiangyuan Palace.

felt more and more that this matter was full of flaws, so Lu Jue quietly left the house, followed the messenger of the king of Beichang all the way, and found the clues.

Wang Kang heard Lu Jue's question, smiled contemptuously, looked at Lu Jue with an ignorant face, and said confidently.

"The Tidi people are cruel and savage, and it is common sense to kill people and eat meat, why is it strange?"

Lu Jue's face suddenly realized after hearing this, and he bowed with his hand, but the corners of his mouth showed a hint of weirdness.

"What Vice General Wang said is that the Tidi clan is barbaric and ferocious, and cannibalistic human flesh, and he also said that he is good at intrigue and trickery."

Lu Jue smiled and connected Wang Kang's words one by one, repeating them to one side, and the playfulness in his eyes was a little heavier.

But he heard Wang Kang's secret words in his heart, and he also found the disclosure in his words.

Lu Jue's expression changed suddenly, and he asked Wang Kang sharply.

"The Tidi clan has a ferocious resource, a strong weapon, such a ability, they have already waved their troops south at the beginning, why should they brave the snow to attack a son?"

Lu Jue's words suddenly woke everyone up, and everyone's eyes looked at Wang Kang.

The murder of the prince was obviously not the work of Tidi.

Bang!

With a bang, Zhu Bangyan's face was pale and he smashed the armrest of the seat, and sawdust flew in an instant.

Wang Kang saw that the situation was not good, and when the matter was revealed, he turned around and was about to flee.

Lu Jue was agile and directly drew his sword and flew to stab him, hitting him in the back of the heart.

Wang Kang fell to the ground with a sword, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Everyone followed, and Lu Jue returned to Feng Yewu's side, waiting for Zhu Bangyan to speak.

Zhu Bangyan looked at Wang Kang, who was seriously injured, his heart was like a knife, and the whole person seemed to be much older.

"I treat you like a son, no different from An'er, why do you want to be so ......"

Wang Kang struggled to support his body, blood flowed from his mouth, chuckled, and looked at the gray sky.

"I have followed the prince to practice martial arts since I was a child, and I have accompanied the son of the world, saying that the righteous son is just a dog in the palace...... cough cough cough ......"

Blood poured into his trachea, Wang Kang coughed heavily, and his eyes were full of self-deprecation, as if he recalled everything from childhood to adulthood.

"Kill the enemy and charge, the blade in my hand is broken a thousand, but the final merit is on the head of the son, the defeat is not good for the master, and every staff is responsible for me, this is your so-called Ruzi?"

Wang Kang's breath gradually weakened at this moment, his eyes were full of hatred at Zhu Bangyan, he spread it on the ground, and said the last sentence in a casual voice.

"If he does not die, how can I come to the future......"

After that, Wang Kang seemed to have passed away with a relaxed face.

On the other side, in the Fengye Wu Dormitory in Kyoto, Wei Nanqi, Wu Duxue, Sun Changxi, Hanyue and Mingde's father-in-law are all there.

Sun Changxi looked at the house suspiciously, but did not see Feng Yewu's figure.

"Isn't the wind chill getting worse, Your Majesty? Why not recuperate in the dormitory? ”

Han Yue looked at Sun Changxi so woodenly and covered her mouth and snickered, while Wu Duxue and Wei Nanqi shook their heads helplessly.

"I have to thank Father-in-law Mingde this time, otherwise Your Majesty's departure from the palace will be exposed."

Wei Nanqi bowed to Mingde's father-in-law with a solemn expression.

"My lord tortures the old slave, and if there is no Hanyue girl imitating Your Majesty like this, the old slave can't do anything."

It turned out that when the hundred officials rushed into the harem, Han Yue sat in the sedan chair and imitated Feng Yewu to scare everyone away.

Only then did he stabilize the court and avoid disruption.

"Master Wei, I'll be lucky today, how about having another accident in the future?"

Wu Duxue was still uneasy in her heart, the King of Pingyi was not easy to deal with, and she would use it twice to attract suspicion.

When Wei Nanqi heard this, he sighed helplessly, looked out the window and said fortunately.

"At this time, we can only hope that Your Majesty will return as soon as possible."

After Wang Kang's death, everyone in the palace disposed of the body, the funeral banquet continued, and Feng Yewu and the three went to the study with Zhu Bangyan.

"It's a pity."

Feng Yewu looked at Zhu Bangyan, who was silent, and sighed lightly.

When Zhu Bangyan heard this, he raised his eyes to Feng Yewu and said.

"The family is unfortunate, let Your Majesty see a joke."

Feng Yewu got up, turned his back to everyone, and sighed as he looked at the green pine hanging wall picture hanging on the main hall of the study.

"The struggle for the throne has been common among emperors since ancient times, and it is not strange to be lonely, but it is a pity that the prince has seen the wrong person and mistaken a talent."

When Zhu Bangyan heard Feng Yewu's words, his eyes jumped, and he understood what Feng Yewu meant.

Of the four people present, only Zheng Tianlan looked puzzled.

"Your Majesty, this person doesn't understand grace, and if he dies, he will die, what a pity."

Lu Jue looked at Zheng Tianlan and smiled slightly.

"Brother Zheng, it's a pity that what Your Majesty said is not so."

Then Lu Jue turned his head to look at Zhu Bangyan, who had a solemn expression on the side, and said his true plan.

"King Jiangyuan's original intention is to want the righteous son to inherit the throne of the vassal king in the future, the achievements and achievements are all on the son, a hundred years later, the prince will inevitably be included in the court by His Majesty, Wang Kang, who has no name, inherited the position of the prince, Your Majesty will not be suspicious, when the two of them should join forces outside the court, the power is in hand, and they will sit firmly in one place."

Hearing Lu Jue's explanation, Zheng Tianlan suddenly realized, looked at Zhu Bangyan with a surprised face, and secretly said that he was calculating.

When Zhu Bangyan heard this, he just smiled disdainfully.

"This king is just to protect himself from the Jiangyuan lineage, but he doesn't want to...... Ay! Providence makes people! ”

Feng Yewu turned around, stared at King Jiang Yuan, and said in a deep voice.

"King Jiangyuan, the battle between the powerful and the interests of life and death is like walking on thin ice, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss, Lone can understand, today Lone came in person, you should know what the intention is."

Zhu Bangyan nodded, sighed, and then looked at Feng Yewu with his fists clenched.

"Your Majesty came to Jiangyuan and wanted to join forces with the power of Jiangyuan, and this king can do everything to smooth out the thorns for Your Majesty, but there is one condition."

Feng Yewu looked at Zhu Bangyan, who was gritting his teeth in front of him, and nodded and asked.

"You say, if you live up to the righteousness of the world, you can agree."

Zhu Bangyan's face was hideous, and he said viciously.

"One day, I will cut Wei Siyuan's head in my hand and pay tribute to my son."

In Kyoto, a convoy slowly drove in, and the leader was a young man with a calm expression and a commanding spirit.

In the center of the convoy, the banner of King Changwu moved with the wind.

"Shizi, when you arrive in Kyoto, the prince's flag is about to be replaced."

An attendant caught up with a sword on his shoulder and saluted the young man.

The leader of the team is Chen Pingwu, the son of King Changwu.

"It's okay, my father told Jingzhong to keep a low profile."

Chen Pingwu smiled slightly, looked back and signaled to put down the flag.

Subsequently, Chen Pingwu led everyone to stay in the residence of King Changwu in Kyoto, and the people who visited him came one after another.

"Shizi, the head of the household is coming to pay a visit."

Chen Pingwu put down the scroll in his hand, and his eyebrows were slightly tufted.

Yang Guang, the entourage on the side, asked when he saw Chen Pingwu's expression.

"The prince doesn't want to see this person? The subordinates sent it away. ”

Yang Guang is a few years older than Chen Pingwu, and the true biography of King Wuyi of Changwu is even more loyal to the Chen family.