"You've caught a spy?"

"Yes, but in the end." Changrong didn't care why he put it, he just asked, "How many times have you been caught?" How many times? Shen Cong'an didn't know why, and replied truthfully: "Three grasps and three releases." "It just so happened that at this time, the mist of the tea brewed by Shi Xia rolled up.

Changrong borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, poured a cup and handed it to Jun Chen, and said with a smile: "Three grasps and three releases, benevolence and righteousness, if they want to come again, they will leave their lives, otherwise it will not seem that my Jin Kingdom is weak and can be bullied?" "Obviously a noble son who has never seen blood and death, but when he talks about human life, he seems to be tired of looking at it.

Jun Chen was not surprised, and after taking the tea, he only played with it between his fingers, and did not respond for a while.

"Your Highness, spies come from all over the world, and the implication is too great." Zhou Shiren couldn't sit still, although he agreed to kill one and set an example, but the number of people involved was too much, and it would be a lot of trouble if he killed them all.

"In troubled times, who is the king because of repeated forbearance?" Qi Changrong asked, paused again, and said in a very soft voice: "Isn't this country just going to be beaten?" Junchen raised his eyes to look at him, and suddenly drank the steaming tea.

He smiled suddenly: "Follow Your Highness's orders." No one dared to speak anymore, and it wasn't until this moment that Qi Changrong saw a bit of sincerity in his eyes.

The Jun family is naturally warlike, and what flows in their bones is unyielding. But over the years, Dajin has been like a dying old man, who has long lost his vitality at the beginning.

And today's world was originally bought by the Jun family with their lives, and the pace of progress suddenly stopped, and Junchen was a little at a loss.

My father always thought that if you kept your duty, you could survive in troubled times, but in this troubled world, it is not you who encroach on others, even if you become meat on the chopping block of others.

She'd missed it once, and she couldn't miss it a second time. In the afternoon of the same day, a long line of supplies marched into the barracks, and the soldiers were all given newly made winter clothes, and the training ground was full of heat.

Coincidentally, at this time, Shen Cong'an caught all the secret agents who came to listen to the news. They said they were secret agents, but they were so rampant that they didn't even have the heart to cover it up along the way.

They were almost unafraid, thinking that this time they would be as safe and sound as before. They were greeted by sharp short blades.

Shen Cong'an did it himself, and the handle of the knife was still stained with bright red blood. Qi Changrong only glanced at it, then looked away as if nothing happened, and said lightly: "Hang them on the city wall to show the public, and if anyone comes, they will all be with them." Looking at the eyebrows and eyes of the crown prince Qi Changrong, for some reason, even Shen Cong'an, who was accustomed to seeing life and death and had countless blood on his hands, only felt a chill in his heart.

It's just because he is too ruthless. The night of the barracks was as bright as day, and Qi Changrong stood in the night, his figure slightly thin.

Shi Xia followed the attendants left and right, and saw someone approaching from a distance, but it was Jun Chen. She stepped aside in a playful manner, leaving room for the two to talk.

The two stood side by side, Qi Changrong gestured casually, and then sighed. She was born more than Junchen was headed.

"Your Highness, the minister has something unclear, and he dares to ask." Qi Changrong wrapped his cloak tightly and sighed: "You ask." ”

"Why did Your Highness come here?" He couldn't figure it out, and he had doubts when he thought about it day and night. The old emperor was deceived by traitors and has always ignored them, so how could he send the prince to come to offer condolences this time?

Qi Changrong looked up at the sky and did not look at him. She only heard her own voice in the quiet of the night.

"Yes, for you."