I want to be innocent, but they don't allow me

In the city, Li Ling'er was wearing red armor and holding a bright silver spear in her hand.

However, the two thousand soldiers behind him were all dressed like farmers.

They were holding farm tools such as shovels and hoes.

It is hard to imagine that these are the most famous A-army in the north.

"General Xiao Wei, tell the soldiers not to disturb the people of Qiuzhou City, and wait for my order outside the Saint's Residence."

Li Linger jumped off the horse and spoke to the middle-aged officer beside her.

The officer's name was Wei Pingran, who was Wei Que's younger brother as mentioned by the soldier who had delivered the message to the King of Yan.

He was originally the deputy general of the Jia Army. After Wei Que was assassinated, he became the commander-in-chief of the Jia Army.

"My Lady, don't worry about this matter. When are we going to look for the Prince?"

Wei Pingran's tone sounded very anxious.

"Wait for my order!"

After saying that, Li Linger turned and walked towards the carriage behind her, waving her clothes and got in.

"Youzhi, what should we do next?"

As soon as she got on the carriage, Li Linger's calm demeanor disappeared in an instant.

The panic in his eyes was undisguised, like a helpless child.

Xu Youzhi took Li Linger's hand and patted it gently, trying to calm her down:

"Don't worry, my sister has already gone to the Saint Residence. Let's wait a little longer."

"Can…"

Li Linger opened her mouth, but swallowed the words back when they came to her lips.

It was originally believed that the idea of ​​digging up the sage's residence was the idea of ​​the great scholar Mu Zhen, and he immediately agreed with the King of Yan and transferred troops from the north to Qiuzhou City.

However, when they got here, they found that it was obviously not what they thought.

The Confucians were clearly unaware of this.

Wanting to bring people into the Saint’s Residence to dig holes is simply a fantasy.

This place is the headquarters of Confucianism, especially after the snowy gathering.

The saint is in the middle at this moment, and there is no telling how many old monsters are hiding there. If we really force our way in, the consequences will be disastrous.

"Youzhi, will he, will he..."

Li Linger's eyes were red and her voice was trembling.

"Don't worry, your brother will be fine."

The two were obviously of similar age, but at this moment Xu Youzhi acted like an older sister, patting Li Linger on the back and speaking with certainty.

"Really?"

Hearing this, Li Linger's eyes lit up, but soon dimmed again.

She also knew that these questions were stupid. How could Xu Youzhi be sure that Li Mu was fine? She just wanted to seek some comfort in this way.

at the same time.

The saint lived in front of a thatched cottage in an open space.

The Confucian teacher raised his eyelids slightly, slowly looked at Zhang Hanrui in front of him, and asked, "Girl from the Zongheng family, what are you doing here?"

"Please give me some convenience, senior."

Zhang Hanrui was wearing a white dress and there was no emotion on her face.

However, the fingertips of her hand that was tightly gripping the sword were already bright red, and it was obvious that she was not as calm as she appeared.

The Confucian teacher shook his head and lowered it again.

"The safety of the Crown Prince concerns the people of the entire Northland. I hope you will think twice."

Zhang Hanrui's brows slowly furrowed.

There was clearly no trace of Qi fluctuation on the Confucian master's body, but just sitting there motionless gave her a feeling that she could never resist.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that I have no use."

Hearing the Confucian teacher's words, Zhang Hanrui's body trembled, and he resisted the urge to draw his sword.

Or he turned around and left the Saint's Residence.

The diplomats had no friendship with the Confucians, and there was even some hatred between them.

There was no point for her to stay here if the problem could not be solved by force.

...

In a restaurant not far from the Saint's residence.

Inside and outside the first floor, soldiers from the A Battalion were sitting on the ground. They rolled up their sleeves and trouser legs and checked the farm tools in their hands, as if they were preparing for a tough battle.

The restaurant owner was standing across the street, his face full of excitement.

Obviously, it can be requisitioned by King Yan. In the future, this place will probably become the number one internet celebrity check-in spot in Qiuzhou City.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Prince Yan looked at Li Ling'er in front of him with a dark face.

Out of guilt towards Shan Mei, he favored Li Ling'er the most among the four children, even to the point of doting on her.

Looking at this beautiful young lady, King Yan felt helpless and reprimanded her with all his dignity:

"You mobilized troops without permission. Do you know how big a mistake you made?"

"We have been waiting outside the city for two days. If we wait any longer, we will never know when it will end!"

Li Ling'er fearlessly retorted to King Yan's angry rebuke, her eyes wide open as she stared at King Yan.

"How dare you! That's how you talk to your father! Doesn't your father want to save Mu'er? He..."

"He is not my father's biological son, so my father won't care!"

As she spoke, Li Linger's tears began to fall.

He picked up the silver spear beside him and ran downstairs:

"I brought him back to the palace. If you guys don't save him, I will!"

"Come back here!"

Prince Yan slammed the table, and before his words could be heard, Li Ling'er disappeared.

Then I will catch up.

At this time, a woman's voice came from the end of the corridor:

"Your Highness, let her go. As long as the soldiers can't be mobilized, there won't be any major trouble."

King Yan sat back in his chair, his tone much calmer, and said without turning his head:

"Why did you come out? It's been a bumpy ride. Just go back and rest."

"Ling'er is right. He is not the prince's biological son. If this matter is really not instructed by the great scholar Mu Zhen, will the prince insist on rescuing him?"

The Princess of Yan ignored the Prince of Yan's concern, walked over to his side, sat down, and asked directly.

Prince Yan frowned and turned to look at Princess Yan:

"Who dares to say he is not my biological son? Looking at his appearance, he looks exactly like me when I was young."

"Your Majesty!"

Hearing the princess's cry, the prince was stunned for a moment, his eyes gradually losing focus, as if he was recalling:

"He looks very much like Mei'er. I believe that he was sent to me by Mei'er."

The Princess of Yan had of course seen Shanmei before. If there was any similarity between her and Li Mu, it was that they were both very beautiful.

As for other places...

But the Princess of Yan could vaguely understand the Prince of Yan's feelings, and then a little doubt appeared on her face, and she asked:

"Then why did your Majesty just do that?"

"This girl is simply lawless. Is this as easy as she thinks?"

Thinking of what happened before, King Yan's face turned a little ugly.

"It's because the prince loves her."

Princess Yan had a smile on her face and added fuel to the fire.

"You are the one who disciplined her well. You should have taken Ling'er to Donglai Pass at the beginning."

Princess Yan did not respond. Her eyes drooped slightly, as if she was thinking about something. After a long while, she opened her mouth and tried to test the answer:

"Your Majesty, do you feel that Ling'er's reaction just now is a bit..."

The Princess of Yan stopped there and did not elaborate, but the King of Yan was stunned when he heard it.

Then he showed a look of shock on his face, stared at Princess Yan and asked: "Are you talking about Ling'er..."

"Your Majesty, this is just speculation!"

"No! It's not a guess. I know my daughter very well!"

King Yan immediately slapped his thigh and said with certainty.

"If this is the case, how do you plan to deal with it, Your Majesty? You must not hurt Ling'er because of this."

"Yes! Yes, we must make preparations in advance. Let me think about it..."

Prince Yan stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

"My Lord, this matter is not urgent!"

When Princess Yan saw that her casual remark had caused Prince Yan to go astray, she hurriedly reminded him.

"Urgent, of course I am anxious, the Lu family's engagement is also a problem."

Prince Yan turned around and said something to Princess Yan, then began to think again.

"But the person has not been rescued yet. Isn't it too early for Your Highness to think about these things now?"

The Princess of Yan had no idea what the Prince of Yan was mumbling about, so she could only continue to persuade him.

Hearing this, King Yan looked out the window, thought for a moment and said:

"No rush, one day at most."