One Thousand and Nineteen: Why Not Surrender (6)

Genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! Jiang Pengji Kuayou has research on Han culture, the assassin said "Liuzhou Mu praise", but his eyes showed a little disdain.

This disdain was not aimed at Jiang Pengji, but at the right minister.

According to her speculation, the real messenger should have been intercepted. Because the size of the assassin and the envoy was not much different, and just to be on the safe side, the assassin wore the clothes of the envoy, put on the real blueprint, sat on a bamboo basket and went down to Wangcheng, pretending to be the envoy, trying to assassinate Jiang Pengji.

As the real master of the assassin, she doesn't have many suspects——

Jiang Pengji briefly stated her conjecture, and Sun Wen pondered for a while, already having a suspect in his heart.

"It is probably the third prince's person." Sun Wendao, "The third prince of Northern Xinjiang studied under Wu Liba. This pair of mentors and apprentices is considered to be a rare smart person in northern Xinjiang. Because of Wu Liba's influence, the third prince has a good understanding of Han culture. There is research - but he also learned his master's temper, stubborn and arrogant, but loyal to Northern Xinjiang. At this pass, there should be no one else but him who can come up with an assassination plan."

If it weren't for the lord's superior force, maybe it would really capsize the gutter.

Northern Xinjiang is now at the end of its strength, and the nobles are on the fence. The possibility of them secretly surrendering to the enemy is extremely high.

Never expected that someone would intercept and kill the envoy, and pretend to be the envoy to assassinate Jiang Pengji.

"Whether it's this person or not, this account will be charged to him first." Someone should be responsible for this matter. The third prince is the most suspected person. If he doesn't blame anyone, he will be responsible. "I want to thank him Yes, there is a ready-made excuse to slaughter all the nobles in northern Xinjiang."

As long as the teacher is famous, massacre is not a big deal.

Not to mention slaughtering the Guizhou class in northern Xinjiang, even killing more is justified.

besides--

The nobles in northern Xinjiang are also the richest, and searching for a family's wealth can enrich Jiang Pengji's private treasury.

The enemy gave her a ready-made excuse, and if she didn't make good use of it, wouldn't she be sorry for herself?

Sun Wen's brow twitched, and he glanced at the other three people from the corner of his eye, and found that they were indifferent to the "Tu Guang" Jiang Pengji said. Thinking back to the virtues of Qi Guanrang, Wei Ci and Feng Zhen, he felt that the lord's lawlessness was more or less due to their connivance.

Even if you really want to slaughter people and seize their wealth, you can't say it carelessly.

However, the lord is wayward and his subordinates are conniving, so Sun Wen can only turn a blind eye.

"It's too late today, you go down and rest first. Send people to pay attention to the movement in the capital. If anyone 'surrenders', they will all be arrested. There is still a tough battle to be fought. The nobles in Northern Xinjiang know that there is no hope of surrender. They Will definitely find another way.”

Everyone discussed briefly, Jiang Pengji saw the sleep marks left on the faces of Sun Wen and Qi Guanrang, her heart softened, and she sent them to sleep.

Feng Zhen and the others resigned, and Wei Ci was about to get up and leave, but after walking two steps, he found that someone had grabbed his sleeve.

Wei Ci glanced at the sleeve, moved his gaze up along the hand on the sleeve, and met the Lord's eyes.

At this time, Fengzhen and the three had already left the main tent.

"My lord?"

Jiang Pengji said, "Didn't I tell you to settle the matter with you in the future?"

She accentuated a certain word especially.

No matter in the previous life or the present life, Wei Ci is a person of bright and beautiful scenery, like a ray of bright moon and breeze, when has he ever been exposed to vulgar language?

Therefore, Wei Ci was stunned for a while before he understood Jiang Pengji's hint.

At that moment, he felt all the blood in his body rushing to his head, and he had auditory hallucinations in his ears.

"My lord—how can you say such vulgar words?"

Wei Ci didn't believe that Jiang Pengji would mess around in the barracks, but he couldn't even talk about it, let alone such vulgar and obscene words.

Can doing and talking be the same!

Jiang Pengji teased with a smile, "What vulgarity? Japanese?"

Wei Ci: "..."

This is definitely not the Majesty he knows——

Wei Ci forgot, even the majesty in his memory is Fengzhen's cronies,

Drinking flower wine and visiting brothels?

Jiang Pengji is just trying to break Wei Ci's image of being a god in his heart, and let him know that the god in his mind is also a person.

After a while, Wei Ci left the main tent with a troubled expression, and returned to his own tent.

Not long after he left, a swift black shadow followed him back to the tent, and the inspectors didn't notice it at all.

Wei Ci looked at Jiang Pengji and sighed repeatedly.

"As soon as the sky is bright, the Lord will go back, so as not to cause panic among the people."

Wei Ci is not capable of sneaking out of the main tent without arousing suspicion, but Jiang Pengji can sneak out of Wei Ci's tent without being noticed.

It was clear that it had nothing to do with it, and Wei Ci was also tired of acting as if he was stealing the sun in private.

Jiang Pengji didn't care about that much.

The weather is still hot now, Wei Ci's body temperature is relatively low, and it feels comfortable to hold her.

She had a good night's dream, but the third prince, who was still waiting for news, was in despair.

If the assassination is successful, the willow thief's camp will inevitably be in chaos, but the order of the camp remains the same overnight.

It can be seen that the henchmen he sent should have failed in the assassination.

Rubbing his sore and swollen eyes, the third prince stepped forward heavily with his red eyes and blue stubble.

Not only the third prince stayed up all night, but half of the court officials also couldn't sleep.

They looked at the third prince tremblingly, for fear that the other party would spread the news that they had secretly informed the enemy.

In this case, without Jiang Pengji's attack, they would have died at the hands of their own people first.

Surprisingly, the third prince remained silent all the time, watching the quarrel in court coldly, like a wooden man.

Many old ministers earnestly persuaded the sixth prince.

"On behalf of the king, according to the old minister's opinion, the willow thief is still surrendered now, at least to save some fire, so that he can make a comeback in the future."

The sixth prince laughed angrily.

If they surrendered, the northern Xinjiang royal family would definitely be slaughtered.

These courtiers in front of them turned their heads to beg for mercy and flatter the willow thief, no matter how bad they were, they could preserve their glory and wealth.

Why!

Just ask why!

The royal family is nobler than them, so why use the blood of the royal family in exchange for the survival of these inferior people with low bloodlines?

Anger was brewing in the heart of the sixth prince, and half of the ministers in the court were inclined to surrender.

They can't help but worry, the seventh prince and the eighth prince have reached their limit.

In other words, there is not much time left for Northern Xinjiang.

If they don't make a decision, once the two princes die, Jiang Pengji will send troops to capture the royal city.

Obviously there is a broad road in front of them, why should they go to hell with the royal family?

In order to appease the anger, several old ministers are willing to help hide the blood of the imperial court, and look for a chance to make a comeback in the future.

If there was no such thing as surrendering to the enemy, the third prince would have been fooled. I believe they were really thinking of the imperial court.

"Report—the enemy army outside the city has moved again—"

The messenger sent a letter, which attracted everyone's attention.

This time the letter was not written in Central Plains Chinese characters, but in barbarian language, which can be read by everyone without barriers.

The third prince glanced at it, his heart trembled, and he suddenly felt that the sky was dark and the sky was dark.