After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 134 Black Market
She noticed the change in Yan Yunxiao's gaze, so she reached out and took his hand off her lips.Blinking his eyes again, he looked at Yan Yunxiao frankly.

Yan Yunxiao had no choice but to look back, and glanced at his big palm, which was held by Su Jiu'er, then leaned his head slightly against the wall of the carriage, closed his phoenix eyes, and answered a word lazily.

"Um"

You guessed right.

Of course, Yan Yunxiao knew the thoughts of King Qi and the Queen Mother the most. He had calculated King Qi's unreconciled ambitions, so he had the plan of pretending to be sick.

However, the plan can reach this point smoothly, except for the unconscious assists of Su Jiuer and Feng Taiyi, everything is due to King Qi's being too impatient.

Because of Qi Mingzheng's failure in that incident, he began to fear that Yan Yunxiao's wings in the imperial capital would become more and more full.

He knew very well that his advantage was that Yan Yunxiao's power was in the northern border and could not be transferred to the imperial capital.If he waits for his troops to fill the imperial capital, what else can he compete with?

Seeing that Yan Yunxiao acquiesced to her conjecture, Su Jiu'er began to feel faintly worried.

The assassination they encountered on the way back to the palace from Tailing Temple last time is still vivid in my mind. Although they all escaped death, many innocent people were still lost, and the survivors were all injured to varying degrees.

Yan Yunxiao was injured by an arrow from the back and almost lost his life.

This is not a game, nor is it a play house, it is a lively fighting scene.

Just recalling the scene of that day, Su Jiu'er felt that her whole body was involved in that tense killing atmosphere.

There was also the sound of a sword piercing flesh and blood, which made people frown subconsciously and feel cold all over.

She saw Yan Yunxiao leaning against the wall of the carriage, her phoenix eyes closed, her black and slender eyelashes slightly curled, and her brows furrowed slightly, as if she had no intention of continuing the conversation.

Some words that I wanted to ask were taken back when they reached my lips.

She slowly got up from Yan Yunxiao's arms, followed his example and leaned against the wall of the carriage, her body was also next to him, but she never let go of Yan Yunxiao's hand.

She wanted to ask Yan Yunxiao, since she guessed that King Qi would do something, what preparations did she make for this trip?
But there are only ten people in this line, two servants, six military guards, and she and Yan Yunxiao.

Yan Yunxiao will naturally take precautions.

Worrying is instinctive, even if it is a well-planned plan, there will be sudden changes, not to mention the fact that she had seen King Qi's viciousness in the last assassination.

The poisonous arrow in Yan Yunxiao was [-]% done by King Qi.

Since he dared to attack Yan Yunxiao on the way back to the imperial capital this time, he must have ordered Yan Yunxiao to be killed. This trip must be extremely dangerous.

Su Jiu'er had truly experienced the ruthlessness and cruelty of the Emperor's House.

Fighting for power and power.

This is not only the sorrow of the royal family, but also the sorrow of the powerful class system.

She looked at the swaying curtains of the car and was momentarily dazed.

By Yan Yunxiao's side, she could no longer keep herself out of the matter.By now, has she been involved in this power struggle?
But she felt that this era was so cold-blooded and strange.

It was just as strange as when Yan Yunxiao coldly swept across her face with probing eyes.

She couldn't help thinking.

In this era of power and power, is there really someone who treats a person frankly and sincerely?
And her behavior of asking Yan Yunxiao to swear, she couldn't help laughing at herself, thinking that she really played too many paper man love games, how could she be so naive and delusional.

No one spoke, and the carriage gradually became quiet. Su Jiu'er heard the sound of the wheels rolling over the icy ground, her thoughts gradually drifted away, and she fell asleep leaning on Yan Yunxiao's arm.
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Yan Yunxiao's trip back to the imperial capital was not in such a hurry as when he came here, and he went straight across the main city of Tongzhou, and left the city very low-key, without even showing his face in Tongzhou city.

Mr. Song's ineffectiveness in handling affairs caused the outbreak of the plague to be so serious. Not to mention the financial resources and materials spent on follow-up assistance, it also used a lot of human resources. Facing it, there are still punishments that should be given.

Just not now.

Mr. Song didn't know where the news came from, and he had been waiting in the main city of Tongzhou for a long time. When the carriage arrived in the main city of Tongzhou in the evening, he had already brought a group of people waiting.

Thinking of His Majesty going back to the imperial capital, if you pass by here, you will rest here for a night, or if you are not good enough, you will have a meal and drink tea here.

However, His Majesty's carriage arrived at the main city of Tongzhou, but left without saying a word.

Mr. Song was very puzzled, but he secretly laughed in his heart. If he said this, would His Majesty not punish him for lying about the situation?
Similarly, Yan Yunxiao's movement was closely watched by King Qi's people, and Yan Yunxiao turned a blind eye, pretending he didn't see it.

What he was waiting for was King Qi to take the bait.

King Qi soon received a letter. He threw the finished letter into the incense burner and burned it. Wushuang asked beside him, "Master, what do you say?"

King Qi was pleased with himself, "Hmph, Yan Yunxiao didn't report to the palace to respond when he returned to the city, and he didn't show his face when he passed the gates of various states and counties. This is avoiding me."

As he spoke, his long and narrow eyes narrowed, and the arcs at the corners and tails of his eyes became very sharp and soft.

Wushuang was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty has been ill for a long time, can it be that you really just say yes?"

That is the plague.

King Qi laughed out loud when he heard the words, turned his soft and clear face, glanced at Wushuang, and made a faint sound.

"Maybe he's pretending to be sick? Or is he really sick, seeing that the situation in the imperial capital is in crisis, and rushing back sick?"

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows, and it was not difficult to see that he was satisfied with the current direction of the situation.

"It doesn't matter if you are pretending to be sick or you are really sick, in short"

"This king wants him to die and enter the imperial capital"

His tone suddenly became gloomy and cold, as if Yan Yunxiao was the word he uttered, and he wished he could chew him up.

After saying that, he said to Wushuang again, "Go, remember to hide your identity, I don't want to see a little bit of dirty water on my body."

The smile on the corners of his lips was gone, and his whole face was replaced with a solemn and gloomy expression. Every order he issued was like the cold wind outside the house under the night, biting and icy.

Wushuang clasped her fists and left, leaving only Yan Yunting standing in the room alone.

There is a charcoal stove in the main hall of the house, and the hollowed-out cover is a small relief statue of the ghosts. From time to time, the charcoal fire can be heard in the stove, and the red fire light reflects the little faces of the ghosts, which is a little weird.

He reached out and leaned over to warm his hands. He seemed to be confident about this matter, but his thoughts were still spinning.

It's not that there are any factors that make him uneasy, but that he is such a temperament with many thoughts.

He remembered the last time he borrowed Qi Mingzheng's men to assassinate, but in the end a group of archers appeared out of nowhere and protected Yan Yunxiao.

Where did Yan Yunxiao get the soldiers and horses in the imperial capital? He had been thinking about this question for a long time, but after a long investigation, Wushuang only came up with a guess.

Those were not Yan Yunxiao's soldiers, but mercenaries from the black market.

(End of this chapter)