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Chapter 44 Shocking plot, Emperor Dayan returns to the capital

Qingzhu Palace.

"My daughter, Qi Muxue, has met His Highness."

"No courtesy, please sit down."

Lu Mingyuan invited Qi Muxue into his den and poured her a cup of tea.

Qi Muxueren is very beautiful, with a slender and graceful figure in a moon-blue underskirt, full of book aroma, an unadorned face, as flawless as a piece of jade, picturesque eyebrows, and thin lips as red as cherries.

Her bun was tied with a simple knot with a pink ribbon, and the rest of her long hair was draped down her shoulders. There was a crabapple flower hairpin inserted in her hair. She was sitting on the chair in an orderly manner, especially elegant, and at the same time with a touch of aura. The fragrance comes to my face.

Lu Mingyuan smelled the fragrance on the tip of his nose and felt slightly absent-minded.

She just held the hot tea with her bare hands, looking at Lu Mingyuan quietly with bright eyes, full of questions.

"Why is His Highness dressed like that and appearing outside the cold palace?"

A soft, magnetic voice sounded, as sweet and charming as an oriole.

Hearing the sound, Lu Mingyuan reacted.

Naturally, he would not say that it was for the purpose of escaping from prison, but had already thought of an excuse, and said with a wry smile: "I believe Miss Qi has also seen that the palace is in chaos today, and my eldest brother, for the sake of power, did such a rebellious act. After the third prince angered him, he ordered all the princes to be arrested."

"In order to protect myself, this king can only disguise himself as a member of the imperial army and blend in among them."

"I see, His Highness is also being hunted."

Qi Muxue nodded slightly.

It turned out that the sixth prince was hiding from the imperial army just like him.

Lu Mingyuan knew that what he said was correct.

The eldest prince was indeed arresting all the princes in the imperial city. The reason was that the third prince and the eighth prince joined forces and made him angry.

But from the current point of view, the eldest prince is still better. With the orders of the monks from the third academy, the high-end combat power of the third prince is simply not enough.

A brief silence soon fell in the air.

The two of them were not familiar with each other and had only met once before.

So it's still a bit embarrassing at this point.

In the end, Qi Muxue, who was more talkative, broke the silence and took the initiative to speak: "Why did His Highness take the initiative to recognize the little girl just now? I remember that I have never told His Highness her identity. Except for the night of the Lantern Festival, we have never met before."

When Lu Mingyuan saw her asking about this, he smiled and lied: "Miss Qi's talent and unrivaled poetry have resounded throughout the imperial capital. Who doesn't know your poems? After a quick interview that night, I asked my mother." "

Qi Muxue raised the corners of her mouth slightly and responded: "Then can your Highness tell you what poems I have written?"

Lu Mingyuan choked at her words and smiled sheepishly.

"Miss Qi, you know that I have never been interested in writing, let alone writing down a poem."

Qi Muxue showed an expected expression and her eyes dimmed slightly.

Then he cheered up again, his beautiful eyes twinkled, and asked again: "Why did Your Highness avoid me on the Lantern Festival?"

After returning that day, she thought about it for a long time, and she always felt that the Sixth Prince was not as miserable as the rumors said, at least that night, with such clear eyes, it was really not like it.

Did he really let go of the demon girl?
  "Miss Qi is not my type."

Lu Mingyuan said seriously.

This time, it was Qi Muxue's turn to be choked.

She has never heard such words in her whole life.

"I am an outspoken person, Miss Qi, please forgive me."

Qi Muxue did not show any dissatisfaction, but said with a strange expression: "So, you like the demon girl like that?"

Lu Mingyuan just wanted to prevaricate the other party and give a random reason, but he didn't expect that she would bring up this issue again.

Not to mention, he really had some impression of the demon girl in his mind.

She has a slender scarlet blood skirt, long legs and a slim waist, and her bare jade feet are covered with shackles. Green demonic eyes glowed in the darkness, and a flower pattern composed of colorful agate pendants covered half of his face.

Besides, I don’t have much memory, only some vague fragments of memories.

"How long are we going to stay here?"

Qi Muxue no longer asked him, but carefully observed the various furnishings in the hall and looked around.

Lu Mingyuan glanced at the dawning sky outside and replied: "Just wait until dawn, everything should be over."

Dawn is coming.

But the gloomy and damp Imperial Capital dungeon was still pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Just behind an iron door, there was a handsome man sitting cross-legged on a wooden bed, quietly closing his eyes and concentrating, as if waiting for something, not in a hurry.

This person is the second prince Lu Guangjing who is trapped here.

A "squeak" sound made the gloomy prison echo.

A Confucian scholar in blue clothes holding a feather fan approached the prison door, touched a goat's beard, and said with a smile:
  "Your Highness, it's time to close the net."

Lu Guangjing finally opened his calm and deep eyes and spoke softly:
  "Gongyang Hu, you did a good job this time."

Gongyang Hu shook his head and said with admiration: "The main reason is that His Highness's plan is perfect."

"Four-step plan, each step went extremely smoothly."

"The first step is to create a separation plan. Knowing that Qi Xingyan felt guilty, he specially asked Chen Ke, a distant relative and scholar, to go there. Qi Xingyan will recruit him as a disciple, creating a rift between the eldest prince and Qi Xingyan."

"The second step is to hide the truth. The person from Zhongshu She who followed the Holy Lord before the expedition was the Longchuan Master of the Yin Yang family who had been dormant for a long time. He tampered with the imperial edict and added a sentence: 'The eldest prince supervises the country, and the cabinet will listen to the summons. If he is on the left or right, then the eldest prince will definitely lose his sense of proportion."

"The third step is to show weakness to the enemy, ask the subordinates to join the eldest prince, and release the fatal clues to His Highness, making him completely believe in the subordinates' words, and also making the Cui family and Xie family relax their vigilance."

"The fourth step is to wait. Let the eldest prince's heart swell and think that the situation has been achieved. Stay away from Qi Xingyan and wait for the return of his father."

There was no pride on Lu Guangjing's face, and he said calmly: "If we want to implement this four-step plan successfully, there are two main keys. One is to completely separate Lu Changfeng from Qi Xingyan, and the other is to put this king in prison."

Gongyang Hushen nodded in agreement: "Indeed, if His Highness had not been imprisoned and used for trapping, I am afraid that the eldest prince would not necessarily trust his subordinates and would not completely relax his vigilance."

Lu Guangjing stood up and rubbed his wrist, "It can only be said that I know Lu Changfeng's temperament too well. If it were someone else, he might be able to win the title, but unfortunately, he met me. This time The plan also had an unexpected harvest, I didn’t expect the third prince to fight with him, and he actually dared to send all the princes to Zhao Prison.”

"Once the eldest son falls, the rest of the matter will be easier to handle."

"However, there is still one last episode left before the plan is truly completed."

"Father, it's almost time to return to Beijing."

Lu Guangjing walked out of the prison and greeted the dawn, with a rare and meaningful smile in his eyes.

"The reckoning is about to begin."

The sky gradually lights up, the white fish belly appears faintly in the east, the dawn begins, and the Imperial Capital is about to usher in dawn.

"Whoosh!"

"Swish!"

Groups of uniform black-armored soldiers, holding long halberds, ran towards the gate of the capital. The sound of horses and carriages could be heard constantly, and the generals were all tired of their travels.

One after another, the Qi practitioners walked with their swords, like locusts passing by, flying across the sky.

The man under the golden glazed canopy is none other than Emperor Yong'an, who is wearing a red gold nine-dragon imperial robe.

Next to him, there is a middle-aged swordsman with one arm and a sloppy beard. He is closing his eyes and concentrating. He has an independent and detached temperament about him.

Emperor Yong'an came to the city gate and found that the capital was not open and there was a curfew.

He narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

In the Jade Chariot of Nine Dragons, the Emperor came in person. Before the general guarding the city burned a stick of incense, he saw the dense crowd of hundreds of thousands of troops outside the city. This terrifying posture made him pale in shock. He did not expect that the Holy Emperor had returned to the capital.

The city gate had been opened in advance, and the accompanying eunuch shouted loudly with a male duck's voice:
  "Your Majesty—go back to Beijing!"

(End of this chapter)