Episode 88 Extremely felony

Escorted by eight Kingfisher fighters, two Junkers-52s circled, and on the side of the runway, a convoy was already waiting. In the middle, there is a red carpet several meters long, which stretches from the runway to the door of a large black sedan. In front of the convoy, in addition to the neat guards, military bands, and reporters, it was the big men who greeted the Siamese prince on behalf of the Ming Dynasty.

Today, on behalf of Daming, he came to the airport to greet him, and he can be described as a heavyweight. It can also be said that he is the most honorable figure in the entire Ming Empire, except for Zhu Yourong.

Today's King of Yanping, Zheng Qizhen.

Zheng Yizhen is the grandfather of today's son Zhu Yourong and the father of Zheng Gongyin, Marquis of Changping.

The old prince Zheng Qizhen is over 70 years old this year, and his health has not been very good, and he rarely attends any formal occasions. But today, he specially came to Xianlin Airport, more than ten kilometers away in the eastern suburbs of Nanjing, to welcome the arrival of the Prince of Siam on behalf of his granddaughter Zhu Yourong.

Today's arrangement is that King Yanping will greet him at the airport, and Zhu Yourong will greet him at the gate of the imperial city.

The king of Yanping personally came to the airport to greet him, and for the prince of Siam, the standard was very high. On the one hand, Siam belonged to the vassal states of the Ming Dynasty, and in terms of status, the King of Siam was only about the same level as the King of Yanping of the Ming Dynasty, and the Prince of Siam was even lower. On the other hand, in terms of generation, the prince of Siam came to Daming to propose to Zhu Yourong, and the two were of equal generation, and Zheng Yizhen was Zhu Yourong's grandfather, which was equivalent to the prince's elder.

This can be regarded as showing the attitude of the prince himself to the ministers and many speculators. King Yanping himself was very satisfied with the marriage between his granddaughter and the prince of Siam.

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The Junkers spun three propellers and glided slowly with a loud roar. The driver was experienced and accurate on the side of the red carpet, with the cabin door facing the red carpet.

The reporters had already taken their seats, and the spotlights, cameras, and video cameras were all aimed at the door of the cabin.

The cabin door opened. The two attachés jumped down first, lowered the gangway, and then stood straight on either side. Subsequently, the Siamese prince Ananta Mahidol appeared at the door of the cabin.

Suddenly, the group of reporters below snapped violently, the magnesium lights kept flashing, and white smoke rose into the sky.

Dressed in a white gown and wearing the coat of arms of the Siamese royal family on his chest, the prince held the bulkhead in one hand and his hat in the other, smiling and waving his hat to the crowd below.

After posing for a while, he finally walked down the gangway, walked along the red carpet to the front of the convoy, and with a sincere smile on his face several meters away, he stretched out his right hand to King Yanping and strode over.

King Yanping walked forward with a smile and shook hands with the prince. Immediately afterwards, the prince took another step back, supported his chest with his right arm, and bowed deeply to King Yanping. This move made the surrounding flashing lights flash again**.

"Your Royal Highness," Zheng Qizhen said with a smile, "On behalf of the Great Emperor and his subjects, this King welcomes you. ”

The prince smiled lovely, and also said with a smile in Chinese:

"Lord, on behalf of my father and all the Siamese subjects, I would like to extend my most sincere greetings and supreme respect to Her Majesty the Empress of the Ming Dynasty, the subjects of the Ming Dynasty, and you."

As he spoke, the two shook hands again and turned to the reporters with a tacit understanding, smiling.

Suddenly, another burst of spotlights took pictures.

"Lord," said the prince, "I haven't seen you for many years, but you're getting clearer and clearer." How are you doing lately? ”

King Yanping laughed and said:

"The years are not forgiving, and this king is old, so he relies on proper maintenance and his body is still neat. How's it going, how is your father's health? ”

The prince shook his head slightly and smiled:

"My father's health has been poor in recent years, but thanks to His Majesty's medicine and care, as well as the blessing of the Buddha, he has been better in recent times. My father has entrusted me to convey his personal greetings to you. ”

King Yanping smiled and said:

"Ling Zun has a heart, thank him for me, and please convey the king's greetings to him."

"Thank you, Lord Wang, you will definitely bring it."

After the greetings between the guest and the host, King Yanping introduced the other people who accompanied him to the prince one by one. The prince also introduced the members of the Siamese delegation to the king of Yanping.

Then, the military band played Siam's national anthem "Ode to the Holy Song" and the Ming national anthem "Mountains and Rivers of the Old Country" respectively.

After that, the convoy started and slowly left the airport and drove towards the city of Nanjing.

After driving out of the sight of the airport reporters, the three bulletproof vehicles changed positions in front and rear. This also means that from here until the Imperial City of Nanjing, no one knows which of the three cars the prince was in except in the convoy.

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There were twenty sidecar motorcycles in the front and rear of the convoy, and on each motorbike were two Praetorian Guardsmen, wearing steel helmets and submachine guns on their chests, holding their heads high and looking straight ahead. In the middle are ten sedans, and in the middle three are Mercedes-Benz bulletproof cars, where the most important figures are seated, one of them is a prince and one is the king of Yanping.

Xianlin Airport is more than ten kilometers away from Nanjing, and it has to bypass the Purple Mountain in the middle. When the long motorcade was driving on the highway, many villagers on both sides of the village and town were excitedly watching the excitement, and many reporters were waiting on both sides of the road, erecting tripods to take pictures of the convoy.

Whenever this is the time when the convoy guards are most nervous. They have already been confessed, and it is likely that an assassin will assassinate the prince. Most of them had also heard of the assassination at the Bangkok station. Now they rode their motorcycles, their eyes cautiously scanning both sides, ready to defend the convoy and engage the assassins in battle.

The convoy drove into the city of Nanjing, along the north-south axis of Yudao Street to the north. There are more citizens along the street. Many citizens waved the flags of the Ming and Siam countries and cheered towards the motorcade. When they entered the city, the speed of the convoy slowed down, but in the hearts of the escort guards, the string was tightened to the fullest.

There were many more onlookers than expected. Obviously, the assassination in Bangkok made the Prince of Siam a hot topic. Many people who didn't know and didn't care about him before are now coming to see the fun. Nanking on both sides touched almost all the police and gendarmes who could be drawn out, and tried their best to maintain them on both sides of the street. After the prince of Siam entered the city of Nanjing, he saw that the people of the Ming Dynasty "loved" him so much, and it was difficult to control himself, so he stopped the convoy three times, and he got out of the car himself, and "zero contact" with the citizens on the side of the road, laughing and talking with them.

Although this move was dangerous, it also made the popularity of the Prince of Siam in the hearts of the people of Nanjing soar a lot.

However, this was a pain for the officers and soldiers in charge of the security escort. His Royal Highness the Prince cannot be forcibly disobeyed, and as soon as the Prince gets out of the car, all the safety work is equivalent to decoration.

Finally, there is the imperial city in front of me. Yudao Street is divided into two sections, north and south, and the place where Yudao South Street passes is between the entrance gate and the imperial city, which is the outer part of Nanjing City. The place where Yudao North Street passes is the Imperial City, which is not separated by a city wall, but it is still the most core part of Nanjing. Further north, there is the noon gate, and inside the noon gate is the Forbidden City.

According to the pre-arrangement, Zhu Yourong's motorcade had already driven to the boundary point between Yudao South Street and Yudao North Street, where more reporters had gathered. Zhu Yourong was still sitting in the car and did not show up.

This is not that Zhu Yourong is expressing reluctance, but there are rules. According to diplomatic customs, the prince of Siam can be regarded as visiting the Ming Dynasty on behalf of a country, and the master of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yourong, should come out to greet him. However, Siam has the advantage of being a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty, and the status of the two is very different, and the arrival of the Emperor Tomorrow at the gate of the imperial city has already fulfilled the courtesy, and he can no longer stand and "wait". It must be after the Siamese prince's convoy arrives, the prince gets off first, and then Zhu Yourong can get off, and the two meet to greet each other.

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Originally, it was calculated that the prince's convoy slowly drove towards the junction of the imperial city, and at this time, Zhu Yourong's convoy slowly appeared from the north. But the prince's convoy was obviously delayed for too long, and the empress and her party waited here for about ten minutes before the prince's convoy slowly appeared from the south.

The large group of reporters here began to stir up and get excited, and they all set up their guns and short guns, ready to shoot this romantic and touching moment, and record the next "fairy tale of the prince and princess" with their lenses.

The prince's motorcade came to a halt twenty meters from the Queen's motorcade. Under the fierce flashing of magnesium lights, the guards pulled the car door, and His Royal Highness the Prince stepped out of the car, smiling and waving to the citizens and reporters on all sides. Then, he straightened his collar and walked slowly towards Zhu Yourong's motorcade with an admiring smile.

A large number of reporters on both sides carried tripods and cameras, and cats trotted to follow, stopping from time to time to take pictures.

The crowd was even more agitated, and cheers came from the north.

It turned out that the door of Zhu Yourong's team opened. The two palace maids came down, opened the car door, and stood on both sides.

In the strong spotlight and cheers, Zhu Yourong got out of the car with a smile and beckoned to the subjects on all sides with a noble smile.

Then, facing in the direction of the prince, still with a polite, reserved smile, she waited for him to come forward and greet him. It's just that there is not a trace of happiness and expectation in his eyes, but only a trace of imperceptible sadness.

Looking at the Siamese prince who was getting closer and closer, listening to the crazy cheers and whistles of the subjects around him, Zhu Yourong's eyes couldn't help but glance at the sky.

Oh, my God...... Xiang Xiaoqiang, where are you...... How I wish you could do something!

She tried to maintain a professional smile, closed her eyes slightly, and silently shouted in her heart:

Oh God...... If you have mercy on me, a miracle will befall you!

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There was a loud bang, which almost shattered everyone's eardrums, and then the strong shock wave almost pushed Zhu Yourong to the ground.

After the overwhelming heat wave, Zhu Yourong tried to open his eyes and looked blankly at everything in front of him. Exclamations, screams, and cries began to be heard on all sides.

In the prince's convoy in the distance, one of the three bulletproof cars has become a pile of burning scrap metal. Broken glass, wood chips, and some charred stuff all over the floor.

In the distance, the Siamese prince was trying to get up from the ground, but his hands and forehead were covered with blood, and his face was as white as paper, without a trace of human color. He struggled a few times, but his legs were already weak and he still fell to the ground.

Just a few meters behind him, there was a corpse lying on its stomach.

Zhu Yourong stared at the corpse. The corpse was a blur of flesh and blood, and the back of the head had been sliced through the entire back of the head by a broken steel plate.

It was Zheng Qizhen, the king of Yanping, her grandfather.

Zhu Yourong's eyes darkened, fainted, and he was unconscious.