Becoming a widow for the sake of good fortune? The short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Jingfeng's expression changed slightly. He opened his mouth as if wanting to beg for mercy, but swallowed it back.

In the previous situation, he was unable to plead for Jingqing.

Pointing a sword at the master is not only disrespectful, it is also a violation of the rules, something no guard should do. It is normal for the princess to be angry!

Chu Jinxun looked at Jingqing deeply and asked, "Are you convinced?"

Jing Qing lowered his head: "I submit and am willing to die!" When he heard the princess say this, he was not surprised, nor did he feel unwilling. If you do something wrong, you must admit it and bear the consequences. This is something he knew from the beginning!

Chu Jinxun looked at Yan Xining with no expression on his face.

Yan Xining walked up to him and suddenly stretched out her hand. In her white palm lay a black pill: "Then take this poison!"

Jing Feng's face changed drastically, and there was a hint of pleading in his eyes when he looked at Yan Xining, but he paused for a moment and looked away.

As a brother who had been through life and death together, he did not want to see Jingqing die, but as the prince's close follower and the head of the mistakes Jingqing had made, he could not say a word of pleading.

If the rules are no longer rules, if servants can point swords at the prince and princess at will, then everything will be messed up.

The prince will not tolerate it, and the princess will probably not forgive it either!

This idiot, I've warned him several times, but he still behaves recklessly. Now he's probably going to lose his life.

Jing Qing was also stunned for a moment, but he immediately cupped his hands and let Yan Xining throw the pill into his palms. He picked it up without hesitation and put it into his mouth.

Then, he kowtowed heavily and said, "I am blind, please forgive me, Princess!"

Yan Xining covered her nose and said, "Alright, alright, your wound has already split open, and the bloody smell is all over the yard. Why don't you go down and bandage it?"

Jingqing was a little dazed. He had already taken the poison, so did it matter whether his injury healed or not?

Wu Yuxing, who had been watching worriedly from the side with a frown on his face, but didn't plead, saw Jing Qing kneeling there in a daze and kicked him on the butt: "The princess told you to go down and bandage your wound, why don't you get out of here right now?"

The kick landed right on the wound that was almost broken. He groaned, and his whole body tilted to the side, sitting on the ground. This sitting almost cost him half his life, and the sweat on his forehead increased.

Wu Yuxing showed no sympathy. "I didn't kill you, and I even gave you medicine to treat your injuries. That's just kindness, Princess! But you still have to be punished for what you did. Without punishment, there is no order. Go to the stable and feed the horses immediately!"

He was demoted from a close follower to a horse slave.

Jing Qing responded obediently, "Yes!" He kowtowed to Chu Jinxun and Yan Xining, then stood up and went down with difficulty.

Yan Xining turned her head and met Chu Jinxun's eyes: "I remember that you are the one who rewards and punishes clearly!"

"Yes, so the medicine to treat his injuries will make him enjoy it!"

"Why did he point his sword at you? Were you hurt?"

Chu Jinxun knew Jingqing's skills. His boxing skills might not be the best among his followers, but when it comes to swordsmanship, he is one of the best.

"He didn't dare to hurt me, so he just tried to scare me. Besides, he thought I was going to harm you, so he drew his sword on me in a moment of desperation. It's enough to scare him. If I really killed him, wouldn't the people around you be disheartened?"

Yan Xining covered her lips and yawned. She was really tired: "Okay, you go and do your work. I'm going back to Qingwu Courtyard."

Chu Jinxun watched her leave, a gleam of light seemed to flash in his eyes, but after a moment, it returned to a deep state.

Jingfeng asked someone to take away the bathtub in the room and clean it.

At this time, Chu Jinxun had already entered the east wing.

A man in black was already waiting there.

As soon as Chu Jinxun entered, the man lowered his voice and reported:

"They secretly contacted three people: a maid in the outer courtyard, a handyman, and a kitchen servant! They are under close surveillance!"

"The people from Yunzhou have already arrived in the capital and have been placed at the manor. The list has been reported to Steward Wu, and he will make the necessary arrangements."

"...They say it's being hosted by the Prime Minister's Mansion, but it's actually the Palace's idea. There's news that a distinguished person from the Palace will also be there that day!"

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Chu Jinxun had been listening quietly, but now he asked, "Can you confirm which distinguished persons they are?"

The man in black shook his head: "Not yet!"

He added, "His Highness the Seventh and Eighth Princes will still be released from house arrest in a few days, so they probably won't go!"

Chu Jinxun didn't say anything. What did it matter whether the two of them went or not?

He's just a straw bag pushed out by others.

This time, the poison attacked him early and he woke up early. Xining said that the poison had been cleared from his body and the attack wouldn't recur for half a year, but he couldn't believe it.

It’s not that he doesn’t trust Yan Xining, but the person who wants to harm him has something that can trigger the poison in his body.

Even if it is removed thoroughly at once, once the inducement appears, the growth will accelerate.

However, as Fushu's name suggests, when the poison took effect, it certainly made him unconscious, but it could not kill him. After all, his death, revealed to the world, could only be due to "illness", not poison.

A few hours ago, the news that Chu Jinxun fell ill and fell into a coma had quietly spread.

In the south-facing room in the east courtyard of Qionghua Garden, two people were playing chess.

Mr. Yu pushed out a pellet with his withered bamboo-like hand, appearing unfathomable. "The Spring Banquet will surely be a lively occasion. Will Your Highness be attending?"

The Sixth Prince laughed and dropped a child. "Since it's so lively, I have to go and see it! Isn't it more interesting to watch the excitement in person than to hear about it?"

Mr. Yu said meaningfully, "Watching the excitement is risky. Your Highness must be prepared!"

"Isn't the risk always there? It makes no difference whether you go or not!" The Sixth Prince leisurely placed his piece down.

Mr. Yu looked at his move, clapped his hands and smiled, saying, "This move is successful. Victory is in sight!"

He said calmly, "Your Highness, the Fifth Prince, are you still worried?"

The Sixth Prince casually responded as he picked up the snow-white chess pieces, "Mr. Yiyu, do you think the Black Feather Army still exists? Are there really such things as Black Feather Army military tokens?"

Mr. Yu replied cautiously, "If the Black Feather Army really still exists in this world, the situation would become even more confusing!"

"Is the Xuanyu Army really that powerful?"

Mr. Yu nodded without hesitation. "It's even better than that. Legend has it that the Xuanyu Army was the Wen family's ancestor's private army. In their early years, they accompanied the Chu family's great-grandfather in conquering the world. They were invincible, often defeating the enemy with a small force. Whether in the army, on the battlefield, or even in the martial arts world, each of them was capable of leading a charge. Because of their outstanding military achievements, the Chu family's great-grandfather once promised that the Xuanyu Army would forever be the Wen family's private army! The army consists of one thousand soldiers!"

The Sixth Prince still felt it was unreal: "Even if a thousand men were strong, what would happen if they were trapped in an army of a hundred thousand? Wouldn't they be nothing more than a drop in the ocean?"

"No, if they fall into an army of 100,000, it will be like a sharp knife stabbing into the heart!"

Mr. Yu felt a surge of longing. "A hundred years ago, the Dongli Kingdom was far more powerful than the Nanxia, ​​Xiqi, and Beiqi. It dominated half of the world, a nation of prestige and prestige, rich and powerful. The Dongli ruler was ambitious, determined to rule the world. They faced off against the Nanxia army at Luoyanping. Their forces were twice as strong as Nanxia's, a full 400,000 men. With such a massive army approaching, no one was optimistic about the outcome of that battle."

"At that time, the enemy was the Wen clan's army. It should have been a completely unwinnable battle, but the Wen clan managed to defeat the enemy with fewer troops. It's said that the Xuanyu Army played a key role. Those men formed into formations of three or five, like sharp knives, charging into the enemy camp. No one knows how they did it, but they were able to move unhindered!"

The Sixth Prince was also somewhat stunned when he heard this: "So, those thousand people have already become gods?"

"Of course not. The Xuanyu Army has its own training methods. Whether it's single-soldier combat, two-man combat, three-man combat, or ten-man combat, they all have their own formations. Furthermore, they are elite soldiers, and each one is fearless and undaunted."

Mr. Yu sighed again. "As for the specifics, I don't know. I only know that after that battle, Dongli was severely defeated, damaging its foundation. Nanxia, ​​Beiqi, and Xiqi took advantage of the opportunity to rise, and now the world is divided into four parts. But you can imagine how dangerous and magnificent that battle must have been, and how turbulent and treacherous it was. And the name of the Xuanyu Army spread throughout the world! Tell me, who wouldn't want an army like that? Who wouldn't want to hold such a powerful weapon in their own hands?"