They were so close that Su Qiang could feel the prince's warm snort sweeping across her forehead, hot, warm, like the annoying wind of spring.

She held the saddle with one hand, and pressed the dagger against Li Cong's waist and abdomen with the other, with a slight force.

"Your Highness, please respect yourself!" Her voice was cold, and she wasn't ready to be bargained for by him.

The dagger was pushed forward, and through the spring clothes, Li Cong could feel the coolness of the tip of the knife.

"Don't move, concubine." He smiled and said softly, motioning for her to listen to the movement ahead.

The faint sound of horses' hooves in front is near, and the sound of hooves is loud and neat, obviously the patrol soldiers. Jing Zhaoyin or the soldiers of the army must have leaders, and these leaders all know the prince.

It seems that the prince wants to hide his identity and doesn't want to be found out by the government soldiers.

Su Qiang put away the dagger and saw a group of government soldiers coming in line. Seeing the two of them, the leader just glanced at him and continued to move forward.

Their appearance is indeed no different from the young men and women who snuggle and whisper during the spring outing. The Dahong Dynasty is civilized, and this situation is normal.

Not long further, I saw Zhang Yinbao and Xiaoqing anxiously waiting on the side of the road. Seeing them coming, he hurriedly stepped forward to help the prince get off the horse. The coachman had obviously been deliberately explained, and drove the carriage smoothly and steadily, without the slightest bump.

The crown prince Li Cong sat in the carriage, raised his eyes to look at Su Qiang, who was sitting precariously, and smiled slightly.

"What, scared?" With a smile in his eyes, he coughed violently a few times between wheezing, and a faint smell of blood permeated. There was no need to look at it, Su Qiang also knew that the silk in his hand must be stained with blood. coughing up blood like this, but going out to play without an entourage, I don't know why.

"I really want to know whose land this is, Prince Dahong was hunted down by the assassins of the Jin Kingdom, and he was afraid to hide his injuries." Su Qiang lifted the curtain and looked outside, and said mockingly.

Li Cong pursed his lips disapprenosantly, picked up Su Qiang's teacup from the small table and took a sip, before he said lightly: "Tell the world about the assassination of the palace by the assassins of the Jin Kingdom, and then the two countries will go to war?" ”

Su Qiang looked at him coldly and said slowly: "The prince is so worried about going to war, is he afraid of being sent by His Majesty to conquer?" "Now that the regent is in charge of the regent of the country, if there is a war, it will not be good for him to lead the army to fight. The third prince is still young, and the only one who may be sent is the crown prince Li Cong.

"Hongu? Fight? Li Cong smiled and said: "The palace is well maintained and will not be alive for a long time, go to the front line to toss, I'm afraid that before the Dahong army attacks Luoyin Mountain, it will be out of gas." ”

Sure enough, he is a wine bag and rice bag who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

Su Qiang bit her lip and didn't speak, and when the carriage entered the city gate, it would not be far from the palace. She relaxed, and turned her head to see that the prince was already leaning on the thick pillow and falling into a deep sleep.

After all, he lost too much blood, and he tried to hide his injuries so much that he forgot that she, an assassin, was by his side, and he slept like this.

His face was still slightly flushed, his eyebrows were deep, and the wings of his nose were framed by the light from the window. His lips were pursed, and he didn't relax because of sleep.

Su Qiang approached him and looked at him carefully.

He must have fallen asleep by now. If you kill him at this time, it is logical to put the blame on the Jin State assassins.

The method is also simple, uncover the cloth wrapped in the wound, and then pierce it deeper with a dagger. As long as the spleen is injured, there is no immortality.

It's just that, as he said, in that case, the two countries will inevitably go to war.

Although Su Qiang is not afraid of war, she has seen with her own eyes how tragic the war will be, she has seen the death and injury of soldiers, the death of civilians, and the accumulation of bones and wails after the war horse.

So because of her own selfishness to cause a war, she can't do it.

The carriage went to the East Palace and stopped until it reached the entrance of the dormitory. Su Qiang ordered someone to carry the prince into the dormitory, and secretly ordered the medical officer of the East Palace to come and take care of it, block the news, and not allow the news of the prince's injury.

After arranging everything, she changed into a man's outfit, ordered Xiaoqing to lead the prince's horse over, asked for a Yinbao's waist card, and went out of the East Palace again.

She was going to look there again, to see if the Assassins had any seals on them. When the Jin Assassins came to the Dahong Dynasty to assassinate, they would inevitably have a resting place, a liaison, and maybe even a shelterer.

And they assassinated the prince this time, who will be the next target? Is it to provoke a war between the two countries, or is it for another purpose. It is a matter of diplomatic relations between the two countries, and she has to figure out the details of the other party.

Because of one person and one horse, she changed into men's clothes again, and this time the speed was very fast, and she arrived in the forest outside the ancestral graveyard of the Fuguo Mansion in more than half an hour.

The sound of birdsong in the forest was bursting, and a faint smell of blood was permeating, but it was empty.

There were no people, no bodies, and it was as if the previous fight had never happened at all.

Su Qiang walked to several grasses where the assassins were supposed to be lying, where the bloodstained grass had been removed, and the bloody ground had been filled with new soil and covered tightly. Even the bark of the tree that was stabbed by an arrow during the fight had been cut off. Apparently they had just left when someone cleaned the place.

It seems that these Assassins did not come out of the nest. Some of them were assassinated, some were cooked. If the crown prince was assassinated by them, would he disappear so quietly? However, it may also disturb the world. No matter how bad the Dahong court is, it can't suffer this great humiliation. In less than half a month, it is estimated that there will be a war with the Jin State.

So it is reasonable for the prince to cover up this matter this time.

Su Qiang tied up the horse and walked a few steps forward alone.

In front of the light, where the light gradually intensifies, is the tomb of the ancestors of the Fuguo Mansion for several generations. Her ancestors didn't know that they had changed their skins and survived.

Pushing aside the waist-length weeds and gradually getting closer, Su Qiang saw a new grave.

The mound was very high, and there were mourning objects in front of the grave, and some unburned paper money struggled gently in the wind, as if it was about to rise with the wind. There is a stele in front of the grave, and on the stele, there is her name.

Cui Wange.

Her name is neatly engraved on the tombstone. Looking at the handwriting, although it is not calligraphy, it is strong and powerful, and it is actually the handwriting of my father.

Generally, a woman from her husband's family, and her daughter who died before marriage was not allowed to enter the ancestral grave, but could only be buried in the grave of her aunt. But her father didn't want her to be a lonely soul. He asked her to stay here, waiting for him to shed the last drop of blood for the Great Hiro Dynasty, and then came to accompany her.

Cui Wange has no love between men and women, and for her, the most precious thing is the love of her father, daughter, and sister, friend and brother.

Su Qiang stood quietly in front of the monument and couldn't help but wet her eyes. Looking down further, in the newly sealed loess under the tombstone, there is a peach blossom that blooms luxuriantly, and I don't know who sacrificed it here.

She bent down to pick up the flower, but out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a man coming.

"Who?" Su Qiang snorted coldly, and the dagger in his hand had already flown out.

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