The hour had passed, and on both sides of the tall palace gate, two rows of samurai wearing heavy armor and holding Changge stood with their backs to the wall, their vigilant eyes sweeping towards the black hole market. There is a curfew in Hokyung, and the whole city sinks into endless darkness and silence.

"Dou'er'......" A rapid sound of horses' hooves came from far and near. Seeing that the rider was about to approach the palace gate, the doorman shouted: "It's late at night, who dares to trespass on the palace gate?"

"I am a prince, and I ask to see my father."

King Xiao of Zhou is nearly sixty years old, after the autumn because of a drunken wind, contracted the wind cold, many years of southern conquest and northern war of the heavy boiling, even to a sickness. I couldn't eat and drink, I couldn't sleep for a long night, and I started coughing up blood recently.

That night, King Xiao had just drunk the soothing soup and was about to fall asleep, but he saw his eldest son Ji Hui breaking into the dormitory in a panic. Neither salute nor greet, the opening is a headless sentence: "Father save me!"

"What kind of system is panicking? The lonely king has been sick for many days, and I haven't seen you serving in front of the bed, and I only remembered to enter the palace when I got into trouble! ”

Wang Zihui couldn't care about his father's scolding, and said straight to the point: "Father, the child sent a dead man to assassinate Ji Xie, and he took one instead, and now he has sent it to Zhao Bohu."

"Cough, cough, cough ......" A violent cough hit, and King Zhou Xiao's face turned red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with "wow". The inner chamberlain was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to pat him on the back. It was easy to recover, and King Zhou Xiao pointed at his son with a trembling finger:

"Who told you to assassinate? You're a fool who can't do enough to do more than fail! ”

"Haven't you been picked up by my guest? This guy has always been neat, Wan, I didn't expect to miss this time! Father, the father and son of the Zhao family have always worn a pair of pants with Ji Xie, and this time they have caught the handle, and they will definitely kill the child. Father, save me! ”

King Zhou Xiao's heart was cold, after the wind and waves, he understood that his eldest son, who was missing a tendon, did not know whose way it was. also blamed himself, his wife Qi Jiang died before becoming the queen, leaving only such an only son behind, it is inevitable that he will be arrogant. In addition, he has been sick all these days and has no time to care about his business, so something big happened.

That's it, it's come to this, and no amount of scolding will help. Ji Pifang sighed deeply, took out a copper token from under the pillow, and handed it to his son: "Child, you run away immediately with this token." The city gate officials don't dare to stop you, don't look back when you leave the pickaxe capital, go straight to the east, and go to your maternal uncle Qi country! ”

Ji Hui seemed a little dazed: "What should I do with my wife?" Do you want to take it with you? ”

"Bastard! With them, how can you still walk? King Zhou Xiao coughed again, and finally eased down and persuaded: "Don't worry! They are all connected by flesh and blood, as long as you leave, neither Ji Xie nor Zhao Bohu will embarrass them. ”

"Then ------" Ji Hui was about to say something more, only to hear his father roar: "Get out!" No matter how late it is, the Lone King can't keep you! ”

The inner superintendent understood, and immediately grabbed Ji Hui's arm and put him out. King Xiao couldn't sleep next week, he leaned on the bed railing and thought hard for a long time, and seemed to have made up his final decision. said to the inner chamberlain who had just come in: "Quick, quickly announce that Zhou Gongding will enter the palace to meet you!" ”

When he was a child, the Prince's Mansion was the same as the thousands of dwellings in the capital city, falling into a dark and silent. Only Ji Xie's bedroom faintly revealed a glimmer of candle flames.

After consoling his uncle's buttocks injury, Ji Xie dragged back to his room with heavy steps, and a young woman with low eyebrows and smooth eyes took out warm corn porridge from the �� (a kind of copper food warmer with big bellies and ears) and brought it up: "Childe, please have some snacks!" ”

She is Yiji, Fanji's dowry concubine, and her sister-in-law. Sometimes, Ji Xie wonders why the two sisters are so different from each other. He admired his wife's lofty insight, perseverance and decisiveness, but if she could be half as supple as a husband and wife when they get along, it would be perfect!

Picking up the rice porridge, he smiled self-deprecatingly, where is there perfection in the world? It's just a dream. There was a sound of rubbing of skirts from far and near, and Ji Xie raised his head and couldn't help but be happy. His wife hadn't come to the room to look for him for several years, but tonight came unexpectedly.

Fanji greeted her husband and glanced at Yiji, who seemed to be about to retire, who looked rather uncomfortable.

"Stop!" Fanji stopped her: "You stay, I have something to tell you!" ”

"What do you command, Madame?" Since she got married, Yiji has been following other servants to call her Madame.

"Your maternal uncle Mo Yi, who took refuge in Wang Zihui under the pseudonym of Bao Ling, led the dead to assassinate Gongzi tonight. Fortunately, God blessed him, and the son was fine, and the thief was killed by the Duke on the spot. Do you know about this? ”

Yiji knelt on the ground, his body trembling constantly: "The concubine has heard that the son was assassinated, but I don't know who did it?" The son and the wife Mingjian, the concubine did not know about this matter. The concubine has not heard from her maternal uncle for several years! ”

Fanji didn't seem to want to care about this matter, so he only waved his hand and said, "My son and I both know that you have nothing to do with this matter, and I won't care about you." But from now on, don't mention the name Mo Yi again, he has nothing to do with you, do you understand? ”

Yiji kept kowtowing: "Gongzi Xie, Mrs. Xie!" ”

Seeing her walking out on her knees, Ji Xie couldn't bear it in his heart, and blamed his wife a little: "Why don't you tell her clearly?" ”

"What? Distressed? Fanji glanced at her husband coldly: "How dangerous this matter is, the more people who know, the more danger it is, and I am also for her good!" ”

Ji Xie knew that he was speechless, so he hurriedly courted his wife, pulled her sleeve and said, "Yes, yes, Mrs. has always been thoughtful in doing things, and she is ashamed of her husband!" This is a success, Madame's maiden family has made great efforts, and I will definitely remember it in my heart for the rest of my life! ”

"If only you knew!" Fan Ji shook the sleeves of his robe, sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I came to report something to my son." The prince rode out of the city alone with the king's order! It must be to defect to the country of Qi! ”

"Ahh Ji Xie got up angrily: "Then hurry up and send someone to catch up!" If he arrives in the Qi country, won't there be endless troubles! ”

"Chasing? Childe, in what capacity are you chasing? And on what charges did you take him? Even if you catch up, can't you kill him? What will the clan ministers think of you then? Can you afford this crime of mutilation? ”

This series of questions stopped Ji Xie, and he suddenly lost his mind: "Then ------ can only go with him?" ”

"Childe, you and Wang Zihui are political enemies, not enemies. At present, his charge of vainly trying to kill people and seize the throne is confirmed, and the clan ministers in the court have no face to speak for him, so it is logical for the prince to inherit the throne. The son is forgiving and benevolent, and he can not only get a good reputation for generosity and benevolence, but also gather people's hearts, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. As for the future, as long as the throne is in hand, everything can be postponed. ”

"Wonderful!" Ji Xie clapped his hands: "Madame's talent is comparable to Fu Shuo, and she admires her husband!" ”