God became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 13

King Jing didn't know why he mentioned this.

Jizhou is a very sensitive place, because when it comes to him, one will naturally think of a private army—the Jizhou Army.

In the battle for imperial power a few years ago, every prince wanted to get this army, because getting it meant that he had the help of a decisive victory.

And there is only one thing in the hands of Lord Zhen Guo who can really lead this army.

A tiger-head wrench.

The one who created and led the Jizhou Army was an iron-blooded general who threw his head and blood for the country, and finally died on the battlefield.

Before dying for the country, he handed over the tiger-headed finger to his former friend, Lord Zhen Guo, to help him occupy a place in this dirty imperial power.

At least, it can guarantee the survival of the town government.

It's a pity that Zhen Guogong has been hiding from the world for a long time, and he didn't stand in line. Even if Ying Huo can't win him over, he can still sprinkle blood on the Golden Luan Hall as he pleases.

And King Jing went to Jizhou at this time, definitely not to play.

"Your Majesty's news is really well-informed. I have long been thinking about the scenery of Jizhou's mountains and rivers. I finally found a chance to enjoy it for myself. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

King Jing saluted without sincerity.

Qian Lai rolled his eyes twice.

She knew about the tiger-head wrench in Lord Zhen Guo's hand. As far as she knew, King Jing hadn't got it yet, so what's the use of going to Jizhou?

Are you playing the emotional card?
The reason why the army is called the army is that it has strong bones, only listens to one person's orders, and only works for the country.

Or smoke bombs?

Then she will too.

"Your Majesty~" Qian Lai smiled coquettishly, "The concubine also wants to go to Jizhou, why don't we pick a time to go south?"

King Jing suddenly looked up at her.

Although she looks completely harmless on the surface, her identity is there.

The daughter-in-law of the Duke of Zhen's mansion offered to go to Jizhou, so what could be the purpose?
Could it be that……

Has the Government of the Township really turned to Yinghuo?
Yinghuo also turned his head and glanced at her, the little girl really didn't have the slightest sincerity on her face.

Playing with the teacup in his hand, he said, "If you want to go, go."

"Thank you Your Majesty~"

Qian Lai is very satisfied with his way.

For the sake of his cooperation, Baba reluctantly went to help him get the tiger's head wrench.

The smile on King Jing's face could hardly last.

He must be unable to ask questions here, and now he just wants to go back and investigate the truth of the matter, so he quickly backed down.

But before he went out, Yinghuo said meaningfully: "Brother Huang has a lot of people under his command, it's best to take care of those disobedient dogs, otherwise he will die outside and come to find my dignitary."

...

When King Jing returned to his room, he was so angry that he wanted to smash the wall.

He knew it was Ying Huo who killed him!
Soon someone knocked on the door, and after calling him in, the man's tone was very heavy.

"My lord, I found it, but when I found it, I was out of breath, my internal organs were hollowed out, my tendons and fingers were severed. It seems that I must have been tortured to extract a confession before I died."

Only Yinghuo can do this kind of method.

King Jing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Understood, back down."

"Yes."

Even though he knew that it was Yinghuo who did it, King Jing didn't dare to tear up his face with Yinghuo for the time being.

He knew that Yinghuo was a madman.

From the time when he entered the palace as a child in Yinghuo, and changed from an illegitimate child to a prince, he had already started to go crazy.

Who would have thought that the final victor in the prince's fight for the heir apparent would be Yinghuo, whom everyone despises and disdains.

He didn't know what Ying Huo would do if he was so crazy, the crime of killing his father and brother couldn't move him at all.

Even if he thinks about the method of blood staining the Golden Luan Hall back then, he still gets a chill down his spine.

　Another day of waiting for SF Express...

　　Also, I would like to ask, do cuties feel the pace is slow?

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(End of this chapter)