The more King Jin spoke, the more angry he became.

During this time, he was afraid that Zhou An would be stubborn and refused to return to Beijing, and he regretted that he only sent Jia Chu to go, and he should send two more people, if Zhou An refused to return to Beijing, he would be directly knocked unconscious and dragged back.

There is no need for the past nearly a month, waiting for the tobacco seeds to arrive in the capital, and at the same time worrying about when Zhou An will return.

He was also afraid that Zhou An would come back too late, and after Zhou Jingxian's tobacco seeds were sent to the capital, King Kang used Zhou Jingxian's relationship to contact Ning Wuxian privately, so that Ning Wuxian could help him and contribute to his tobacco planting.

was about to wait for Zhou An to come back, so he immediately forced Zhou An to write a handwritten letter to Jinling and apologize to Ning Wuxian.

At this time, seeing that Jia Chu came back, Zhou An did not follow him to restore his life, and laughed angrily.

"What's the matter, that rebel went out for a spin, his wings were stiff, and if he didn't think of me, he wouldn't see me? At the beginning of the first century, this king asked you to bring people back, if you don't bring them to this king, you won't bring them back, go, bring that rebel to me, he didn't want to come, so I knocked him out and dragged him over! ”

Jia Chu, who was kneeling on the ground, heard the words of King Jin, and his mood was complicated.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't stop coughing.

At this time, King Jin finally discovered that Jia Chu seemed to be unwell, and he looked like he had lost more than ten pounds before leaving the capital, and his clothes seemed to be empty as if he was hanging on his body......

"Lord Wang."

Jia Chuyi tore off the face towel covering his face, revealing a pale face, which immediately startled King Jin.

"Jia Chu, what's the matter with your dead face? Sick? Or is it injured? ”

Since Jia Chu became the leader of his dark guard, he had never seen Jia Chu so embarrassed in ten years.

Thinking of this, King Jin couldn't help but be furious: "Is it Zhou An's rebel son who injured you?" ”

"It's not...... Ahem...... I was injured by Hua Yi. ”

Who? Huayi?

Oh. Huayi.

King Jin thought that after Hua Yi returned to his hometown, he also went to Jiangnan Province, which should have returned to his hometown of Jinling, and it was indeed possible to meet him at the beginning of the year.

But when he thought of the friendship between the Jin Wangfu and Hua Yi, his brows furrowed: "Why are you still injured by Master Hua?" Was it Zhou An's kid who provoked Master Hua? ”

"It's not...... Ahem......"

King Jin was relieved when he heard Jia Chu's rebuttal, but seeing that he had been coughing, he was a little impatient when he heard it, so he hurriedly called the people outside to find the doctor in the house to heal his injuries.

Then, he personally poured a cup of tea for the hard-working leader of the dark guard.

"Thank you...... Ahem......"

"You don't talk much."

The implication is to let Jia Chu pick up the key points.

After King Jin brought the teacup, he looked outside again.

"Did Zhou An go to his compound? Come on, go and call the little marquis, I want to ask him what trouble happened in Jinling! ”

The guard standing outside the door looked blankly at Jia Chu, who was still pouring tea into his mouth, and the monk of Zhanger was puzzled.

When did the little marquis come back to the palace?

Why didn't they hear the wind?

"Ahem!"

Jia Chu wanted to speak, but he was choked and coughed, and seeing that King Jin still wanted to hold the little marquis accountable, he smiled bitterly: "Lord, you don't need to call the little marquis, he's here." ”

"He's coming? Where did it come? ”

King Jin subconsciously blurted out a question.

I saw Jia Chu reach out from his arms and take out an oiled paper bag.

King Jin looked at the oil paper bag suspiciously, just when he thought that this might be Jia Chu's injury medicine, and was still thinking about Jia Chu's halfway through his speech and began to take medicine, which was neither elegant nor unruly.

When Jia Chu opened the oiled paper bag with trembling hands, revealing that it was mixed with black gray ashes, and there was a small piece of mutilated phalanges inside, King Jin's pupils shrank suddenly.

He shouted: "Jia Chu, what are you doing here?" ”

Using ashes as wound medicine, did Jiachu hurt the inside, or hurt the brain?

"Lord Lao closed the door first, and the matter was ...... Do not pass it on. ”

Jia Chu's painful expression made King Jin sigh in his heart.

Looking at the blackened and gray finger bone, he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Jia Chu didn't bring Zhou An back, could it be that Zhou An provoked a murder in Jinling?

The owner of this phalanx was killed by Zhou An?

If that was the case, he should have gotten the news a long time ago.

King Jin knew that Jia Chu would never be untargeted, and with doubts, he still closed the door and helped Jia Chu to the chair to sit.

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

As soon as Jia Chu sat down, he held the cloth bag in his hand and handed it to King Jin.

This made King Jin suddenly feel very unlucky, thinking that he was doing too much, he knew that Jia Chu kicked his nose in the face, and wanted him to help take the ashes after sitting down, so he should let Jia Chu continue to kneel on the ground.

"At the beginning of the year, although this king has a lot of lives in his hands, it is still not appropriate to hold this ash in person, I see that you cherish it so much, so you can keep it yourself."

King Jin's tone was a little unkind.

Jia Chu immediately heard that King Jin was angry, and he originally wanted to slowly tell the prince what happened to the little marquis.

At this time, in order to prevent King Jin from getting angry again, he slapped the ashes to the ground, and had to tell the truth directly.

"Lord Wang, this is the ashes of the little marquis."

“……”

King Jin was stunned again, and looked at Jia Chu in disbelief.

"Say it again, whose ashes are these?"

At the beginning of the year, he really hurt his brain and went crazy.

How dare you say that the handful of ashes in this oil-paper cloth bag belongs to his son?

Ridiculous!

It's ridiculous!

"Lord Wang, I know that you suddenly heard bad news and it is difficult to accept, but I dare to swear with my life, I am not crazy, I am not wrong, this is the ashes of the little Hou Ye, the little Hou Ye he...... He's dead. ”

"Impossible!"

King Jin blurted out, slapped the table with a slap, and shouted.

"An'er, he is the marquis of his father's own family, and he is also a descendant of the royal family, only he has the share of killing, how can anyone else kill him, he is burned to ashes when he dies? Who dares to be so bold, is this trying to rebel or to exterminate the Nine Clans?! ”

King Jin roared loudly, so that Jia Chu couldn't help but look out of the door.

"What do you see, Jia Chu, if you weren't the leader of the secret guard, and you have never made a mistake over the years, I would never have entrusted you with such a heavy responsibility, and now you dare to tease me with the news of An'er's death, saying, did that rebel instruct you to do this?"

"This Jin Wangfu is still Lao Tzu in charge, is he forcing him to do this, or is he forcing you to do this with your family's life, tell me where he is, I found out that he has to beat him so that he can't get out of bed for half a year!"

It's crazy to be able to even curse yourself for dying!

King Jin was furious, but he saw that Jia Chu's eyes were red, without any panic of being exposed to the truth, and he still had that sad expression, even if he didn't take the handful of ashes, Jia Chu still held it respectfully with both hands.

Looking at the phalanx again, a strange feeling poured into my heart.

That sense of panic made King Jin's voice tremble.

"Jiachu, what did you say...... It's true? ”