The people of the whole Beijing Division once again realized what it was like to have a heart attack.

The eleventh prince was assassinated, and the emperor actually rewarded 50,000 taels of gold as a sign of condolence, and there were countless treasures.

How many people shouted in their hearts: Your Majesty, do you still lack a son? The grass man is only 40 years old this year.

The other princes are even more impoverished, they are also the emperor's sons, why is there such a big difference?

Could it be that An Chengluo is the only one born to the emperor? Do you dare that the other brothers all picked up from the garbage heap?

Jiang Ling looked at the whole ten boxes of shiny gold, his eyes were about to be blinded, and even his walking posture was a little floating.

An Chengluo was still sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the countless rare treasures in front of him and the ten boxes full of gold with an expressionless face, but his heart was full of joy.

This reward came at the right time, and it relieved the urgent need of the palace, and there was no need to worry that the king would not have a hundred taels of silver left.

"Congratulations to the Eleventh Prince." Fuzhong congratulated An Chengluo.

"Where does this king's joy come from?" An Chengluo glanced at Fu Zhong lightly and said, "Father-in-law Fu is congratulating this king for being assassinated?" Or congratulations to this king for not being stabbed to death? ”

Fuzhong was suddenly embarrassed!

Sure enough, the temperament of the eleventh prince and the emperor is the same, and they can't be figured out by ordinary people's way of thinking, he obviously wants to congratulate the eleventh prince on winning the reward, how did it all change the taste in the mouth of the eleventh prince!

"The prince really likes to joke." Fu Zhongpi said with a smile: "The reward has been sent to the house, and our family has to go back to the palace to resume their lives, so we won't disturb the prince's rest." ”

An Chengluo saw that Fuzhong was leaving, so he stopped ridiculing, and hurriedly said, "Father-in-law Fu waits." ”

"What else does the prince command?" Fu Zhong turned back and said.

An Chengluo casually took out an ingot from the ten boxes of gold, stuffed it into Fu Zhong's hand, and said with a smile: "It's hard work for Father-in-law Fu to run away." ”

Jiang Ling's eyelids jumped after An Cheng fell, and his heart ached.

The prince is really a loser! That's a lump of gold!

You can't afford to reward so much, right? Why don't you see the prince rewarding him with gold ingots?

Fu Zhong accepted the gold ingot with a smile, and his attitude towards An Chengluo was a little more humble, and said with a smile: "This is our family's business." ”

"Father-in-law walks slowly."

After sending Fuzhong away, An Chengluo turned around and planned to settle accounts with Jiangling!

This king loses?

Didn't the king reward you with gold ingots?

It's good that this king didn't reward you to brush the bucket for a year!

Jiang Ling felt that his prince's eyes seemed to be eating people, so he quietly lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything.

An Chengluo pushed his wheelchair to the pile of rare treasures, and he seemed to have seen two fist-sized night pearls just now.

Just as he bent down slightly to get the pearl of the night, there was a sound of breaking the wind, and a feathered arrow flew past his scalp and nailed to the box on the other side, and the tail of the arrow trembled slightly.

"There are assassins!"

Jiang Ling reacted instantly, stood in front of An Chengluo, and protected him behind him. The guards in the palace gathered in the direction of the arrows almost at the same time.

This assassin is so bold that in broad daylight, he dares to assassinate the prince, and this time she must be arrested!

Looking at An Chengluo again, the jade crown with his hair was knocked off, and a handful of broken hair fell gently on his legs in the wind.

An Chengluo pulled out the feather arrow that shot at the box and threw a deep look in a certain direction.

I really won't stop if I don't kill this king.

Not long after, a guard hurriedly came, knelt on one knee, and reported with a fist: "Please ask the prince to confess, his subordinates and others have found no trace of the thief." ”

"If she is so easy to find out to you, how can she be ranked third on the list of gold medal killers?" An Chengluo said unmoved.

As for last night's miss, maybe she was careless, thinking that he was still the prince with a broken leg, and it was easy to kill him.

This may be recorded in her lifelong assassination history, and Ahn Sung-lok may be her first missed target so far.

No, it's been missed twice.

It's all a matter of luck to survive! I shouldn't be so lucky next time!

An Chengluo handed the feather arrow in his hand to Jiang Ling and said, "Take this arrow...... Take it to the front hall and make offerings. ”

Gangneung was stunned.

What the?

Did he hear him right?

The prince said...... Offering this arrow?

Did the prince take the wrong medicine? What do you do with an arrow?

And it was an arrow that was going to take his life.

An Chengluo glanced coldly at Jiang Ling, Jiang Ling really didn't know his identity more and more.

What Jiang Ling was thinking in his heart, he knew it clearly.

At every turn, it is said that this king is sick!

At every turn, he said that the king didn't take medicine!

It's just that sending him to brush the bucket for a year doesn't feel relieved!

Jiang Ling was shocked by An Chengluo's glance, took it with both hands, and ran towards the front hall with the feather arrow in a smoke.

As soon as the news reached the ears of Emperor An Ren, Emperor An Ren was furious and smashed all the twists and turns on the imperial case, and even the pen and ink inkstones were scattered on the ground, even so he was not relieved at all.

"It's the other way around!"

"Is it really an ornament?"

"Again and again, is this to make my royal family unrestful?"

A group of waiters knelt down and trembled, for fear that the emperor would suddenly be angry and drag them all out and behead, wouldn't it be too unjust to die?

They're too hard! It's so hard to be a little eunuch!

Before Zhou Liangqi, the secretary of Dali Temple, walked to the imperial study, he heard the roaring voice of Emperor Anren from afar, and he was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, and he didn't dare to go in, nor did he dare to let people report.

It's really a bad year!

Why did you let him do such a chore?

This eleven prince is too unlucky, why is there always someone who wants to assassinate him?

The news of An Chengluo's two assassinations spread in Beijing, which was even more shocking than the previous time when he added vegetables to the people of the palace and bought medicine at a high price.

Everyone is in danger, and the idle people dare not wander around the streets.

Joke!

Now there is a ruthless man in the capital who dares to assassinate the prince in the daytime, if he accidentally offends the ruthless man, maybe the eleventh prince is not dead, they have to be buried first.

King Xian, who has always liked to watch An Chengluo's jokes, laughed so hard in King Xian's mansion at this time that he couldn't straighten his waist, slapped his thigh, and said happily: "Eleven, this bastard, has finally been punished!" Let you be screaming every day, get so many rewards from your father, and one day you will have to put your life on the line. ”

"The prince said carefully, be careful that the wall has ears and reaches the ears of the emperor, and you should think that the assassin was sent by the prince." Princess Xian said leisurely on the side.

"Ahem, ahem." An Chengxian was choked by his own saliva, and said with a dry smile: "This matter has nothing to do with this king." ”

"The concubine was just a kind reminder to the prince, but she didn't say that this matter had anything to do with the prince, why was the prince so excited?" Princess Xian looked at An Chengxian and said.

An Chengxian touched his nose stupidly, not daring to say more.