The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 884 Escape from Beijing
But even if Yang Jin reminded him in time. , Si Jinyu removed King An's chin, but it was too late, and he couldn't be saved. King An spat black blood and coughed a few times. He didn't feel hopeless about dying, but laughed instead.

"Xie Chu...what do you think you will end up with? I'm dead...it's because I'm not as good as others...Fortunately, I have prepared a gift for you..."

He laughed strangely, and soon lost his breath.

Yang Jin regained some strength, stood up, and looked at Xie Chu with more worry in his eyes: "Your Highness, my subordinates are going to investigate?"

The "good gift" left by King An is probably not a good thing!

Xie Chu took a deep look at King An, then raised his eyelids for a moment, stood up, shook his sleeves, and said softly and lowly, "Don't worry about it, prepare the carriage and enter the palace."

Yang Jin's hands and feet were nimble, and within a quarter of an hour, the carriage was ready, and Xie Chu arrived at the gate of the palace half an hour later.

The moon hung high in the sky, and both sides of the palace road were full of lanterns. The lights were brightly lit, just like daytime. Three feet away, there was a palace man cleaning with brooms, rags, and buckets.

At first glance, there is nothing unusual, but when you look closely at the bluestone floor, you can faintly see some black and red marks, and there is still a faint smell of blood lingering at the tip of your nose.

Xie Chu didn't look any further, and went straight to the imperial study room. Before entering the door, he heard the sound of a guqin. After entering the door, he saw Xie Ling sitting cross-legged in front of the window with a guqin on his lap. Fiddled with each other.

Seeing Xie Chu approaching, he stopped and put his hands on the strings, making a dull sound.

"Uncle Wang has done a good job in escorting the driver this time, what reward do you want?"

Xie Chu hung his body, fixed his eyes on his feet: "This is the duty of a minister."

The implication is that no reward is required.

Xie Ling focused his gaze on Xie Chu. If someone else said this, he would only take it as flattery, but these words came from Xie Chu's mouth.He just thought it was the truth.

His Uncle Wang really doesn't need any rewards, because his power and wealth are as high as the sky, and if he asks for anything, the only seat he sits under Xie Ling is.

Uninterested, Zhu Cheng moved some rare treasures in the warehouse, and gave some symbolic rewards, Xie Chu said goodbye.

Before leaving the palace gate, Xie Ling's voice came faintly from behind.

"King An and King Qi are gone, and now the Xie family only has Uncle Wang by my side... Uncle Wang, don't let me down."

Xie Chu paused, didn't look back, just pretended he didn't hear, and walked out.

With the death of King An, the royal family finally ended the vassal strife. The floods in the south gradually improved, and everything was waiting to be done. Xie Ling, the emperor, was too busy to touch the ground.

And three days later, a fire broke out in Yongwang's Mansion. A big fire burned the Yongwang's mansion completely. After the fire was extinguished, there were corpses everywhere in the mansion, and no one survived.

For a moment, everyone in the capital sighed, saying that heaven is jealous of talents, God has never let go of Prince Yong's Mansion, there are also rumors in the market, saying that His Majesty can't tolerate people, the fire in Prince Yong's Mansion was a deliberate plan, not an accident.

But no matter what the rumors are, the truth is no longer known.

The next day, at Shili Pavilion on the outskirts of Beijing, there was a hazy morning mist, and a carriage came slowly.

The wind lifted the curtain of the carriage, and through the gap, one could faintly see a man sitting in the carriage.

When he raised his eyes, it was King Yong who died in the recent uproar in Beijing.

With a reed in his mouth, Yang Jin saw a person sitting in the pavilion from a distance.

He glanced suspiciously, and when the carriage got closer, the figure gradually became clear.

Reining in his horse abruptly, Yang Jin's voice tightened: "Your Highness...the one sitting in the pavilion looks like His Majesty."

Xie Chu sat in the carriage without any reaction.

In the pavilion, Xie Ling raised his voice: "Uncle Wang, don't you even want to drink a cup of tea when you see your old friend?"

After a long time, the curtain of the carriage behind him was lifted, Xie Chu got out of the carriage, Xie Ling was making tea, with a smile on his face, it seemed that there was no grudge at all, the two just met by chance.

"Uncle Wang, it's really cruel to leave without saying goodbye."

Xie Chu looked at Xie Ling coldly, and did not enter the pavilion: "Your Majesty, since you already knew that I was going to leave, you must have already made preparations, so why put on such a trick?"

He faked his death in Kyoto, and he didn't intend to hide it from Xie Ling. It was just to give each other a step. If Xie Ling turned a blind eye, his death would be a fact, but if Xie Ling stopped him, then it would be true. It is unavoidable to meet swords and soldiers, and Xie Ling is making tea here, pretending that everything is as usual?Doesn't it look hypocritical?

In the end, Xie Ling still didn't intend to let him go.

Hearing that Xie Chu didn't even want to exchange pleasantries, Xie Ling sighed and put down the tea in his hand, with sad eyes: "Uncle Wang, I don't want to do this."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless soldiers poured out around Xie Chu and surrounded him.

Xie Ling stood up, letting go of the imperial power on his body, making him look even more unkind: "Uncle Wang, I said, don't let me down."

He really didn't want to get to this point with Xie Chu, but he didn't expect that things in the world could not be controlled at all.

Xie Chu took a deep look at Xie Ling, and suddenly spoke, with a meaningful tone: "I don't want to go to this point with His Majesty... I've offended you."

If he had a choice, he would never want to get to where he is today.

Xie Ling suddenly had a knife across his neck, and someone was sticking to him behind him. He couldn't see the other person's face in this posture.

But there is no need to look at his face, there is only one person who can hold him hostage without warning.

Xie Ling's face was calm, as if it was not him who was hijacked, but a passer-by, and he spoke lightly, even with a smile on his lips: "Uncle Wang is really capable, he even managed to win over the people around me. "

The only person who can make him defenseless is the eunuch Zhu Cheng.

Xie Ling failed to figure out that Zhu Cheng would betray him.

Xie Chu's eyes were indifferent: "Your Majesty, I have no interest in your throne. I just want the sky to be high and open this time, so that you can let me be free."

Xie Ling smiled: "I'm like the meat on the fish board now, is there still a chance to say no?"

Xie Chu didn't speak anymore, bowed his hands, and then got into the carriage.

In the distance, Xie Ling's voice was heard from behind.

"Uncle Wang, I hope I will have the opportunity to play chess with you in the future."

"It's been a long time since I and Uncle Wang played a good game of chess..."

Xie Ling's voice became weaker and weaker, until it finally reached his ears, it was almost a sigh.

Xie Chu frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but he didn't think too much about it, and sat in the carriage with his eyes closed.

As long as he goes out of this Jingmen, he is considered free.

Song Xieyu was arranged to be in the south, this time the two of them, the husband and wife, can be regarded as high-spirited, as long as they are low-key enough, Xie Ling will always forget him as Uncle Wang.

Since then, everything about the royal family has nothing to do with Xie Chu.

(End of this chapter)