Someone is going to die.

Today, the front of the Nan'an Palace, it is bound to be stained with blood.

And Jia Jing also needs to use blood to show his return.

"Attack!"

Three hundred pro-soldier retainers, this is already the eight adult horses that Ning Rong and the two mansions can take out. In addition to the 100 people who stayed on Ningrong Street to guard the two mansions, the 999 Jia family soldiers who crisscrossed the desert back then had already been tossed by the prince.

These 400 people have been secretly cultivated by Jia Jing and Jia Yu in recent years, and these personal soldiers are also Jia Jing's last confidence.

He wants to take this opportunity today to set foot on the Huo family and use blood to show the capital that the two mansions of Ningrong cannot be humiliated, and the children of the Jia family cannot be bullied, and he Jia Jing has returned to Beijing from today!

Jia Jing didn't move a step, Jia Cong couldn't hold back the blood in his heart, and screamed and urged Dabao to rush forward with the Yanling knife in his hand.

It's a pity that Dabao remembered Daiyu's Yin Yin teaching when she was feeding, and happily ran to Jia Jing's side with Jia Cong grinning and looking lively.

I'm a donkey, not a horse. Cat master, this kind of bloody thing is not something we can do.

Jia Jing raised his horsewhip, gently knocked it on Jia Cong's head, and said meaningfully, "Brother Cong, watch quietly. From today on, it will be a life-and-death struggle, and that kind of verbal war will not happen again!"

……

"This capital is finally going to be chaotic!"

The front of the Nan'an Palace's palace seemed to have become a battlefield, with flesh and blood flying, and the sound of fighting shook the sky.

And the palace of Beijing County in Yongfang, the staggered planning, singing and dancing.

The king of Beijing County is soluble, similar in age to Jia Lian, and has an excellent appearance, and he is always a carefree king with a light wind and clouds, idle clouds and wild cranes on weekdays.

There are a lot of singers and dancers in the palace, and Shui Rong is not afraid of these people going out to talk nonsense, because these people have no chance to get out of the palace at all.

He raised his wine glass and saluted the prince Teng Yaoyao who was sitting on the left: "Prince, this capital is in chaos, and the affairs of the north are up to the prince."

Wang Ziteng had a worried look on his face, returned a cup, and reminded after drinking a full drink: "Lord, Jia Jing will return to Beijing this time, the Jia family will not be chaotic again, if we still want to collect the people left by the second duke of Ning Rong, I am afraid it will not be so easy."

The corners of the water-soluble mouth are slightly raised, and it seems that he is confident.

He clapped his hands, and saw a maid walking over with a yellowed letter in her hand, and after bowing to him, she handed it to Wang Ziteng.

"The prince might as well take a look, with this letter, the Jia family will have to be chaotic if it is not chaotic. After all, the old lady of theirs is still thinking that your niece can bring her glory!"

Wang Ziteng did not hesitate, opened the envelope and took out the letter inside......

Hiss!

There are such secrets!

"Is this serious?"

"It's true, this was personally sent out of the palace by the most trusted chamberlain by the old prince's side. Originally, I wanted to give it to Jia Jing, but I was stopped by someone from my family, and the prince looked at the seal."

Shui Rong smiled and explained to Wang Ziteng, "Isn't it familiar? That's right, it's the old prince's private seal, and few people have seen it except for a few of us. In addition, his father secretly investigated, and the grandmother Rong in Ning Guofu was undoubtedly a pearl in the sea. Otherwise, what qualifications does the adopted daughter of a fifth-grade official have to be the wife of the Jia family? By beauty? Although she is indeed the best in the capital." ….

Although Wang Ziteng still had doubts, he also nodded, raised his eyes and asked, "What does the prince mean, is it to let you inform Old Lady Jia of this matter?"

"No, what this king means is that the second wife of the Jia family, the sister of the prince, will send the secret letter to the palace. I think the niece of the prince has understood the cruelty of the harem at this time, and she will seize this rare opportunity."

Shui Rong's originally breezy face suddenly appeared a hint of gloom. He sneered and said, "Our Majesty, the suspicion is so heavy that the old saint's sons together can't match any of him. This king doesn't believe that when he sees this letter, he will be 100% relieved of the Jia family. This trust is often destroyed on a thorn, and what we have to do now is give

His Majesty the Emperor has a thorn in his heart."

……

The personal soldiers of the Prince of Yizhong Mansion and the personal soldiers of the Nan'an Royal Mansion together are not enough for the personal soldiers of the Jia family to fight.

The battle in front of the Nan'an Palace's palace ended in less than two quarters of an hour with Lan Wochen's plea for mercy.

The Huo family's personal soldiers were all wiped on their necks, and in addition to the five or six people who were guarding Wang Jia's left and right, the rest of the people were also killed by the Jia family's personal soldiers.

As Jia Jing said to the little fat man, the wind is rising, and it will be a life-and-death war in the future, and the victory or defeat will also be determined by life and death.

"Uncle, what should you do with this person?"

Jia Cong looked at Lan Wochen, who was kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy in front of him, and whispered to Jia Jing, "He is a five-rank military general in the imperial court, if it is inconvenient for the uncle to deal with it, let his nephew come. There are several royal gifts on my nephew's body that can cut off his head, so it's a big deal to return one."

He did say it in a whisper, but in front of the Nan'an Palace, except for the Jia family, who could stay here alive, which one was still panting loudly?

It can be said that at this time, in front of the Nan'an Palace, everything was quiet, and even the birds flying in the sky did not dare to chirp.

As a result, Lan Wochen, who was kneeling on the ground, Liu Ye, who was trembling with fright on horseback, Huo Lan, who was escorted by the Jia family's own soldiers, and the housekeeper of the Huo family, all heard Jia Cong's words clearly.

Knock knock!

The sound of kowtowing was loud, and the arrogant Lan Lying Dust knocked heavily on the bluestone slab, as if he didn't feel pain, and begged bitterly.

"Gong Jing, for the sake of the friendship between you and me, spare my life! It's all because of my lard that I dare to make a move on Jinggong......

"You didn't say that just now, you said that you want to take my Jia Jing's head today, but now you want me to spare your life."

Jia Jing smiled coldly: "But when will someone collect your life, someone will collect the accounts of the year one by one. Lan Wochen, live well, don't die early!"

Hearing Jia Jing's words, Lan Wochen suddenly felt a chill in his back, not only did he not have the joy of escaping death, but he was terrified.

He didn't even care about the danger of life and death, raised his head and pointed at Jia Jing from afar, and asked tremblingly, "You...... What do you know?"

"I know what I should know and what I shouldn't know. Lan Wochen, paper can't contain the fire, the account of Zhaowu's forty-nine years, let's calculate it slowly!"

Jia Jing was murderous, but he smiled coldly at the end: "Brother Cong, pick off his hands and feet, and let people throw him to the Lan family."

Jia Cong, who watched a riddler drama, couldn't suppress his curiosity anymore, and responded with resentment, pulled out the goose feather knife given by the emperor and walked towards Lan Wochen.

"Don't come, don't come...... I'm an official of the court, so you can't lynch me......

Lan Wochen looked at Jia Cong, who was approaching, and the cold light on Yanling's knife was cold and piercing. It's a pity that the Jia family's personal soldiers have firmly controlled him, and he can't resist or escape.

Jia Cong sneered, "Five-rank official, Lord Lan is really a great official! I'm a royal cat, today I'll take you, a five-grade official, to try whether the goose feather knife given by the emperor is sharp or not!"

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