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Chapter 163 Chapter 162 : The Nervous Prince Qian (please subscribe, ask monthly pass)
Two days later, Yan State opened the camp of Qian State's army outside the capital.

Lu Yanghou looked at the person with a livid face, a masked man in black who quietly appeared in his camp.

Even with the mask on, he knew who the other party was.

Heishuisi, the Sky Killer.

A terrifying existence, the shadow killer beside Qianhuang.As for the "Hidden Marquis" of Qian Kingdom, Feng Jingran didn't know how many shadow killers there were.

Inside the camp, candles flickered.

Under the dim light, Feng Jingran looked at his healed wound, Lu Yanghou still frowned slightly.

The strength shown by Xie Wufeng in the Tai Chi Hall still scares him to this day.

Feng Jingran kept rubbing his forehead, feeling extremely anxious.

The army is still under Kaijing City, and many princes and sects are waiting for the day when the city is broken to divide up the wealth of Yan Kingdom.

But now the secret letter in his hand made his previous plan come to nothing, Lu Yanghou muttered to himself, "That child shouldn't have survived in the first place."

Shadow Killer stood there quietly, as if he didn't hear anything.

After a long silence, Feng Jingran calmed down and sighed softly, "I'm going to find His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

As a prince in charge of a state, Feng Jingran could not leave quietly, otherwise the good situation before him would be completely ruined.He needs to appease the prince first, and rush to Yunan City as quickly as possible.

At the same time, Kaijing must be captured as quickly as possible, so that time can be exchanged for benefits.

Immediately, he suddenly took a big gulp of wine, Feng Jingran, who was always cautious in the past, did not know how to drink.

However, the news tonight really shocked him, and he didn't even have time to think of a countermeasure.

Afterwards, Feng Jingran changed into a light brocade suit, covered with a black robe, and disappeared in the pitch-black camp.

Not long after, Feng Jingran quietly came to the prince's middle army camp, entered the tent, and saw the elders of the various sects still toasting and toasting each other.

A servant with sharp eyes saw the person coming, hurried forward to pay his respects, and invited the Marquis of Luyang, who was dressed in black, to the back tent.

Not long after, His Royal Highness, who smelled of alcohol, hurried back to the back tent, saw Lu Yanghou in a black brocade robe, and waved away the other people who followed.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was very keenly aware of the dignified expression of Marquis Luyang and his different attire from the past, and he couldn't help but wonder what happened. "Qinghou, what happened? Why are you in this body?"

Marquis Luyang was stunned for a moment, and then he recovered. Emperor Qian must have only asked himself for help, and did not tell the prince the news that Xie Wufeng returned to the capital and that the real dragon was not captured.

Lu Yanghou pondered for a moment, then with a wave of his right hand, a barrier of breath enveloped the two of them. Although it was just an ordinary formation barrier, it was enough to shield the perception of the elders of the various sects in the front tent.

Seeing Marquis Luyang being so cautious, the prince felt an extremely bad feeling in his heart. The previous drunkenness and smile were gone, and he shouted nervously, "Marquis Luyang?"

"Something happened in Kyoto!"

Marquis Luyang decided not to hide from the prince. After all, he was on the prince's side. Once he left, his son with the embroidered pillow was still by the prince's side and needed the prince's constant care.

First, he noticed Marquis Luyang's expression, and then he heard the phrase "Something happened in Kyoto!".

His Royal Highness showed a look of shock, and asked, "What happened to Qing Hou?"

"The third child is back!"

"Thank you Wu Feng?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suddenly understood the meaning, but at this moment, as the crown prince, he still suppressed the panic in his heart, and the look of shock on his face gradually faded, "Then the boss?"

"I haven't received any information about the situation on the Western Front yet. I'm afraid it's not good!"

"That's 140,000 forbidden troops! Could it be that they were all taken away?" His Royal Highness did not dare to think about it any longer. If they were really subdued by Xie Wufeng, even if they succeeded in conquering the Yan Kingdom, the strength of the Qian Kingdom would be greatly damaged.

At this moment, Prince Gan felt that it was difficult for him to breathe. How did the situation that was originally good suddenly become like this.

Seeing the prince's rapid breathing and somewhat flustered expression, he said in a deep voice, "Be calm when things happen, it's not the worst moment yet."

"Yes, thank you for your advice, Qinghou." His Highness the Crown Prince hastily bowed his thanks, bowing his head to calm down.

The Marquis of Luyang stretched out his hand to support His Highness the Crown Prince, took a breath, and said calmly, "I will be away for a while, and the Luyang Army will be handed over to the Crown Prince for the time being."

Prince Gan's arm was stiff for a moment, trembling slightly, he raised his head, with a look of bewilderment in his eyes, looking at Marquis Luyang, who was so close, his voice trembled slightly, "Young Marquis, this is it."

"Your Majesty has important arrangements." Seeing the prince's performance at this moment, Luyang Hou shook his head slightly in his heart, sighed to himself, "Hey, if it wasn't for your mother's sake, how could I help you? It's too much"

Naturally, Feng Jingran would not tell the prince about going to Yunan City, and he would not even mention his own son.

"Uncle, I will rely on your care a lot in the future."

The Crown Prince Qian put his attitude down very low. After what happened just now, he had a deep understanding of Luyanghou's position in the heart of his father.

For such an important matter as Xie Wufeng's return to the capital, and the fact that Zhenlong did not capture such an important matter, his father did not notify him of the Nanzheng coach at the first time.

He always thought that he was irreplaceable in the eyes of his father and the future master of Qian Kingdom.

But now, he clearly realized the position of Marquis Luyang in the heart of his father, not to mention those princes of Beizhou who supported his father.

At this moment, he was really thankful that he had received the support of the Marquis of Luyang from the very beginning. Although it was only superficial support in the past, today he actually handed over the Luyang Army to him.

Although he doesn't know where Luyanghou is going, but through his decision tonight, it can be concluded that Luyanghou still supports His Highness the Crown Prince.

Even if Xie Wufeng has returned to the capital, even if the real dragon has not been captured yet.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. You just need to lead the army well and take Kaijing City as soon as possible."

As a collateral branch of the Feng Clan, Feng Jingran has absolute trust in Yunan City, because the Yunan General's Mansion is the heaven in the southern region, in charge of the fate of dozens of dynasties.

"Okay, I really believe in you, Marquis Qing." His Highness the Crown Prince nodded heavily, and sent Marquis Luyang, who was dressed in a black robe, out from the back tent.

Looking up at the cold moon in the sky, and the brightly lit city of Kaijing in the south, I fell into deep contemplation.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, shook his head slightly, returned to the camp, and continued drinking with other sect elders.

The little Marquis of Luyang, who was always on the sidelines, noticed the change in His Royal Highness's expression before and after.

After such a shocking news, although His Highness the Crown Prince has no interest in drinking, he still has to take care of the elders and deacons of the various sects in a decent manner.

Half an hour later, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince withdrew his wine and took his leave first. Although the other sect elders and deacons did not get the final promise of Kaijing's profit sharing, they still returned to their respective camps very politely.

After bathing and washing, Prince Gan wore a loose robe and leaned beside the armrest of the soft couch, closing his eyes and meditating.

Beside the fire opposite, a young man in a purple brocade robe crossed his legs, "Is the old man looking for you tonight?"

Although Feng Jingran concealed his aura very well, but as a son, the young man could naturally detect his father's unique aura.

Prince Gan just nodded slightly and didn't speak, but his body was still trembling slightly.

It was an instinctive reaction when he sensed something terrible was about to happen.

"He should have gone to that place." Young Lord Luyang recently bent slightly, with a sneer.

Prince Gan suddenly opened his eyes slightly, "You said, we are going to attack the city tomorrow? But there is no real dragon, I'm afraid those sect elders won't use their full strength."

"These are trivial details, at worst they will be filled with human life." Young Master Luyang picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea slowly.

"The place you just mentioned, is it?" Prince Qian vaguely guessed what it was, but he didn't dare to say it.

The young master of Luyang took a sip of tea, nodded in satisfaction, "Your tea is better."

"Didn't you send a batch of magpie tea last time?"

Young Lord Luyang was playing with the celadon teacup in his hand, looking at the piece of tea left on the rim of the cup, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, "I always feel that there is something wrong with the taste of the two."

"It's okay, I still have it here. I'll send someone to take it to you tomorrow." Prince Gan didn't notice the last fleeting smile of the young master of Luyang.

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