Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1894

Someone lost control of his emotions and said, "We can't kill General Jiang!"

"General Jiang is innocent!"

"General Jiang cannot die!"

In a teahouse not far away, there were two men sitting and drinking tea leisurely.

The carved window frames were wide open, letting in the hustle and bustle of the street.

A thin scholar whispered, "Captain Wang of the City Defense Battalion is an old subordinate of General Jiang. I instigated him, so there is no need for us to take action ourselves."

"It all depends on whether Wang can do anything. Anyway, Jiang Zhongxin must not die. I suspect he has the gold mine blueprints." The speaker was the fourth son of Zheng. "I have observed him for a long time and I am sure of this. Maybe the vein mine is in Songcheng."

The walls have ears, and they are the brothers Cen Ji and Cen Che.

Cen Ji twirled a white jade chess piece between his fingertips, and it landed on the chessboard with a "thump", stirring up a wisp of agarwood ash.

He suddenly leaned forward, his shadow covering half of the chessboard. He spoke in a very low voice, but his hand suddenly grabbed Cen Che's wrist as he was about to place a chess piece, "Fifth brother, if you are willing to help me take the throne, I will allow you to choose any fiefdom you want. As long as I am here, you will be happy for a day."

Cen Che leaned against the green satin pillow and asked lazily, "Really?"

Cen Ji nodded seriously, "Don't get involved in the affairs of the North Wing. Dig out the gold mine as soon as possible, and I can help you transport it."

Cen Che glanced at him and suddenly laughed, "I have a truth to tell you, but I don't know if I should tell you or not."

Cen Ji said in a low voice, "Speak."

Cen Che then sat up straight and said slowly, "It is more reliable to put the gold mine in the north wing than to let you transport it away. If you help me transport it, it will be like throwing meat buns at a dog and never come back. Don't keep making promises to me, I can't eat them. What do you mean you take the throne and allow me to choose any fiefdom? If that happens, you will be the first to kill me."

As he finished speaking, the black piece happened to land on the square on the chessboard that read “kill”.

He stood up, and his sable cloak swept the chess cup off his feet, causing the black and white jade pieces to roll all over the floor.

There was no killing intent on the chessboard. Cen Ji was furious, "Am I that kind of person?"

"Yes." Cen Che said straightforwardly, sitting back on the couch, "If you want me to trust you, sure. Help me marry Hong Que, and I'll help you."

"You actually fell in love with a maid!" Cen Ji was angry at his lack of resistance.

Cen Che smiled nonchalantly, "She is not a maid, but a little princess of the Vina tribe. Besides, you will be relieved if I marry a woman who has no help, right?"

Cen Ji was delighted, "You promise to help me?"

Cen Che tapped the teacup with his fingertips, a thin layer of ice in his eyes. "The most important thing right now is to let the princess continue to treat me as Xie Yu." The bottom of the celadon teacup left a half circle of water marks on the sandalwood table. "Digging for gold is not something that can be done overnight. I heard that Jiang Zhongxin has a map of the gold mine, but it's impossible. There is no gold mine in Songcheng."

Cen Ji leaned forward, "The real gold mine map——"

"Brother," Cen Che said, taking a sip of tea. "If I reveal my cards to you..." The tea reflected his suddenly sinister expression. "How can I still be your 'live chess piece'?"

Cen Ji's fists were trembling in his sleeves, but he saw that his brother had returned to his lazy look and even hummed the remaining score of "Covering the Moon".

Suddenly, there was a sudden commotion outside the window.

The teacup in Cen Che's hand suddenly tilted, and the green tea spilled onto the sandalwood table.

He pushed open the carved window frame violently - in the direction of the execution ground in the distance, the crowd was surging like boiling water.

Jiang Zhongxin's loose hair danced wildly in the wind, and the dark red blood stains on his prison uniform looked like faded red ink.

With every step forward taken by the escorting Black Armor Guards, more violent noises erupted from the street.

Calling "General Jiang" again and again!

One after another, “Princess, please spare his life!”

With a loud singing of "Princess Haiyan has arrived", Shi Anxia arrived.