The killers froze in place at the arrows on their toes, and looked fiercely in the direction where the arrows were flying.

A black horse rushed through the night and stopped at the side of Li Yuejiao's car.

On horseback, Xue Zhen, who was not wearing armor, wore a dark cloak, carried a bow and a knife, looked at the three killers condescendingly, and said lightly:

"I just heard that someone wants to be polite to my wife?"

The three killers had already thought that making such a fuss in front of the city would attract Xue Zhen, but they didn't expect that Xue Zhen would come so quickly.

This kind of quickness made them unable to distinguish between friend and foe, and the person tensed up, with the knife in front of him, looking at him suspiciously, not speaking, only guessing in his heart his choice.

They and His Majesty's people almost left the capital before and after, the Hou Shizi of Anyang, the general of Zhenbei, and Xue Zhen always had to make a choice.

Xinjun, or death.

Li Yuejiao sat in the carriage, raised her head sideways, and looked at the side face of the person on the horse.

In the darkness, he still looks calm and quiet, his expression remains unchanged when he speaks, his gaze is cast without murderous intent, and even his tone is still restrained and gentle.

From the moment he appeared, he didn't look at himself, just at the three killers.

Seeing that they were silent, Xue Zhen continued good-naturedly:

"Is that you? I was going to be with a few of you first, so I was polite. ”

Li Yuejiao's heart tightened.

And the unexpected words made the killers stunned...

What do you mean? Does this mean that Xue Zhen has made a choice?

After all, the relationship between Xue Zhen and the crown prince ......

Thinking about it, they relaxed slightly, and the man at the head asked sharply:

What do you mean by this? Is it to shield the murderer of the king, and to rebel? ”

He wanted a clear answer.

Xue Zhen smiled, and finally looked at Li Yuejiao, who was sitting on the side of the car, also staring at her.

The young woman's eyes sparkled like water, with a slight ripple but no fear.

Sitting on horseback and looking down, he saw the hairpin she was holding in her hand, most of it hidden in her sleeve, revealing only one point, a point that was enough to kill.

He suddenly remembered that in the alleys of Beijing, when facing the assassin sent by Chen Guo, she also used the same gesture to hold the awl against his neck.

Today she looked at her gaze like a person in a desperate situation and powerless to struggle, waiting for the final verdict.

And the person who is about to give this verdict is herself, and she has never really trusted, husband.

Because of doubt, there is a will to die.

Xue Zhen urged the horse and leaned closer to her.

"Madame," he asked, "does Madame think Ling Zun will be the one who kills the king?" ”

Just because of his question, Li Yuejiao's tears had already burst out of her eyes.

"No, my dad won't be." She said firmly.

Just as she never believed that her mother would be a foreigner.

Xue Zhen smiled lightly, suddenly stretched out his hand, and directly pulled Li Yuejiao onto his horse.

Li Yuejiao was so frightened that she exhaled softly, and the person was already sitting in front of Xue Zhen, with her back to the darkness, leaning on his chest.

The vigorous black horse neighed, and the horse's hooves rose and fell, ready to go.

Xue Zhen took off his cloak again, wrapped Li Yuejiao in it, blocked her head and face, blocked the uneasiness of the outside world, and said firmly in her ear:

"Okay, let's go back to Yujing now."

Li Yuejiao pulled the cloak with one hand, grabbed his placket with the other, nodded, and did not speak.

Where did the three killers think that Xue Zhen would return to Beijing?

King Huai is still in the northern frontier, if he leaves, won't he give up that army to others?

The man at the head immediately opened his mouth to stop him: "The son of the world is the boss of one party, how can he leave his post for the sake of his children's personal feelings? Is the prince going to abandon the people of northern Xinjiang? ”

Xue Zhen hugged Li Yuejiao tightly, looked at them coldly, and finally had killing intent in her eyes where Li Yuejiao couldn't see.

"Who said I left the army?" He asked rhetorically.

The killers froze.

I heard Xue Zhen say slowly: "Kill a few of you, won't no one know that the general is not in the army?" ”

As soon as his words fell, in the darkness (this chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 115: Xue Zhen's Choice

Suddenly, more than thirty sergeants were surrounded, each with a bow and arrow, pointing at the three of them.

The situation took a turn for the worse, so that the three killers had no time to raise their knives.

"Xue Zhen! You're looking for death, too! The leader struggled and roared.

Xue Zhen didn't pay attention to them anymore, but looked at the Hu family brothers standing on the side and didn't speak.

He was waiting for their choice.

The Hu brothers glanced at each other, and suddenly shot out and knocked the three killers to the ground.

"General, never left Northern Xinjiang." Hu Rong clenched his fists at Xue Zhen and said.

Xue Zhen retracted his gaze, rode his horse and whipped, and went in the direction of the capital.

Seven days, he had seven days left.

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This is Li Yuejiao's first time riding a horse.

When the horses galloped, the wind picked up with them, and even though she was wrapped in a cloak, she could still feel the whistling sound.

But Xue Zhen's right hand wrapped around her waist and hugged her very tightly, so that her whole body leaned on Xue Zhen's arms, and she would not fall.

She could hear his heartbeat, a little faster than a normal person.

Those conjectures about what happened in Jingzhong beat with Xue Zhen's heart in her mind, thousands of threads and thousands of words.

In the end, everything only turned into the question she blurted out:

"Shizi, is it because of you that the accident happened in Jingzhong? Take me back to Yujing, will you kill me? ”

If Emperor Jianlong dies at this time, who will profit?

King Huai is not in Beijing, and His Royal Highness King Qi, who is an adult, is sick.

It will only be the prince who will profit.

And the whole of the Marquis of Anyang, and even the eldest princess, were classified as the prince's party.

With such a drastic change, who will profit?

The answer came from the moment she stepped out of the carriage and faced the three killers.

So those four killers chased Zheng Xiaoxi to the northern frontier, just to kill an insignificant person?

After having such doubts, Li Yuejiao even began to wonder if there was indeed another hidden story in the old explosion case, but the part involving her mother was just a lie made up by him just for this conspiracy to kill the monarch and usurp the throne.

Maybe Xue Zhen led her to Northern Xinjiang, just to have a more suitable opportunity and a more appropriate occasion to let herself die?

It's troublesome, it's a trivial plan.

But in her heart, it seems that plotting to usurp the throne should be a very troublesome and trivial matter.

At that time, whether it is the original truth or today's truth, it will be erased with the succession of the new emperor.

Later generations will only say that Mrs. Hou Shizi of Anyang is a conspirator, and she also has a grudge against Hou Shizi of Anyang for killing his father and brother.

The son of the world is just loyal to the country and avenging his father.

But if it was all Xue Zhen's plan, how could Shanyetang's letter be explained?

However, Xue Zhen came.

He pulled her on the horse, and said to her—

We'll go back to Yujing now.

He hugged himself, and the moment he said this, the suspicion seemed to become less heavy.

That's why she asked him bluntly.

Xue Zhen hugged her tighter.

"Li Yuejiao," he said in her ear, "if there is any one between you and me who dies, it can only be me." ”

Chapter 115: Xue Zhen's Choice