Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 96
In the autumn of the sixth year of Yong'an, the Son of Heaven and his ministers traveled northwestward to Futai paddock for autumn hunting.

The capital is three hundred miles away from the Futai paddock, if a fast horse goes first, it can be reached in a day, but the accompanying people besides courtiers and female relatives and concubines naturally slow down.

While Lu Bao stayed in the capital, Fu Mingjue pointed out Zi Lan, the maidservant who served Ling Ling, to Ling Youyao, and he rode with His Majesty first.

A group of people walked out of Beiming Gate in a mighty manner, the heavy buildings and flying pavilions gradually receded, and then the rolling green hills came into view. Ling Youyao leaned against the car window, looking at the green pines all over the mountain, feeling drowsy.

In order to reach the paddock before dark, she was dug up from the bed by Yinzhu, and now she was sleepy, and she couldn't stop it.

Seeing that her eyelids were fighting, Yinzhu took out a blanket to cover her, "Wangfei is tired, so let's rest for a while, there is still a long way to go."

Ling Youyao responded vaguely, and fell asleep.

At that time, Fu Mingjue, who was one step ahead, had already crossed Canglang Mountain with Fu Xiuyun.

Fu Xiuyun was wearing a navy blue riding outfit, holding the reins in his hand, looking heroic and in a good mood.

He pointed to the forest in front, and said to Fu Mingjue: "Zi Lin, I haven't tested your riding skills for a long time, today I'm free, just let me see if you are not slack."

Fu Mingjue followed the trend, without a trace of ups and downs in his calm eyes, and said, "I obey the order."

"Okay, if you can come out of that forest within a stick of incense, I will give you the red coral that Nanfu paid tribute to."

Fu Mingjue is not interested in Red Coral, but since Fu Xiuyun said so, he must go.

Jiang Liu, who was watching from the side, was very worried when he saw this. If it was just a trivial matter for the prince in the past, but now that the prince's injury has not recovered, who knows what is hidden in the forest?
"My lord, will my subordinate go with you?"

"No need," Fu Mingjue said, "You stay here to protect His Majesty."

Hearing this, Fu Xiuyun couldn't help laughing and said: "There are so many people here, I'm fine, but Zilin, you go into the forest alone, you should be careful."

He specially emphasized the word "one person", because he made up his mind to let Fu Mingjue go alone.

Jiang Liu had no choice but to obey.

His Majesty temporarily asked Fu Mingjue to ride a horse through the woods and come out in a stick of incense. No one knew what kind of medicine His Majesty sold in this gourd.

The entourage set up the incense table, and when the incense was lit, Fu Mingjue rode away on his horse. The sound of the horse's hooves echoed in the quiet woods, shaking off the dead leaves.

Jiang Liu frowned, staring into the depths of the woods for a long time and couldn't look back.

When Wei Xiu saw him, he hooked his shoulder and said with a light smile, "King Jing went to the battlefield at the age of 17 and killed the leader of the rebel army with his sword. Now it's just a forest. What do you have to worry about?"

Jiang Liu pulled his hand off with a cold face, "General Wei, do we know each other well?"

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Wei Xiu's smile froze for a moment, and she quickly realized, "I just want to comfort you when I see you wanting to see through, so why do you do that?"

"General Wei has the leisure to comfort me, why not protect His Majesty." After finishing speaking, Jiang Liu looked ahead, as if strangers should not approach him.

Wei Xiu curled his lips and said no more.

Your Majesty's safety is guaranteed, but King Jing's safety is not certain
After Fu Mingjue entered the woods, he didn't go out in a hurry, but rode his horse and started strolling in the woods slowly.

The forest is quiet, the horseshoes stepping on the dead leaves make a slight crisp sound, and the wind blows past the ears, bringing a different kind of breath.

Fu Mingjue raised his brows slightly, and there was a trace of teasing in his black eyes. He slowly drew out an arrow feather, stretched his bow and drew the string, and his voice was ethereal like the wind: "Next time, remember to hide your tail."

As soon as the words fell, the sharp arrow left the string, pierced through the air with lightning speed, sank soundlessly into the flesh and blood, and the man fell to the ground with a loud crash.

When other people hiding in the forest saw their companions falling down, they stopped pretending and rushed out with gleaming knives. Dozens of masked men in black immediately surrounded Fu Mingjue.

The leader had a fierce look on his face, and said with a sneer, "As expected of His Royal Highness King Jing, he discovered the flaw so quickly."

Fu Mingjue drew out another arrow feather, with a slight smile on his lips, and contemptuous eyes: "A mouse is a mouse, no matter how you cover it up, you can't cover up the inherent smell."

The man in black clenched the knife in his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "My lord is still as arrogant as ever, but I don't know if you can get out alive today."

"Whether this king can get out alive has nothing to do with you," Fu Mingjue played with the arrow feather in his hand, "You just need to know that you will die."

The man became angry from embarrassment, and when he gave an order, dozens of men in black rushed towards Fu Mingjue in an instant.

The morning sun fell on the young man in black through the shade of the trees. He was against the light, his expression was gloomy, his outline was as cold as frost, and the arrow feather between his fingers was shining brightly in the sunlight.

"one two Three"

On the count of three, the warm silver arrow pierced the thinnest skin on the neck, and the blood splashed, but his body was like a ghost, and he didn't get a drop of it.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the clear pine fragrance lingered on the tip of Fu Mingjue's nose. He calmly took out his handkerchief and wiped off the blood on the arrow feathers, moving slowly and gracefully.

If it weren't for the corpses lying under his feet at this moment, he would really be confused by his appearance.

The only remaining man in black held his bleeding neck and stared at Fu Mingjue with hatred, "You, aren't you injured?"

Fu Mingjue chuckled lightly: "This king is only injured, not disabled."

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The voice stopped abruptly, and people were completely lifeless.

Fu Mingjue looked away coldly, he knew that these people were just here to test, but he was serious.

Since they came, they were all killed.

After tidying up his clothes, Fu Mingjue was about to ride out of the forest when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a white mass curled up next to the corpse. When he got closer, it turned out to be a rabbit.

He stared at the cowering rabbit, Ling Youyao's figure inexplicably appeared in his mind, and without much thought, he took the rabbit out.

A stick of incense was about to burn out. Seeing that Fu Mingjue hadn't come back for a long time, Jiang Liu was very anxious. Since Fu Xiuyun was present, it was hard to say.

Fu Xiuyun rubbed the jade finger on his thumb, quietly watching the movement in the forest.

As the last smear of incense ash fell, Jiang Liu could no longer hold back the worry in his heart, and just about to speak, he saw Fu Xiuyun standing up first and stepping over him.

Fu Xiuyun was very contradictory. He hoped that Fu Mingjue would be safe and sound, but at the same time he didn't want to see him so peaceful, but the first thing he said was: "Zi Lin, are you alright?"

Fu Mingjue got off his horse and said: "I'm fine, it's just that the time for a stick of incense has passed, and His Majesty is disappointed."

"It's just a few breaths late." Fu Xiuyun patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "It doesn't matter much, let's get up first."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

As soon as he finished speaking, something white suddenly fell out of Fu Mingjue's sleeve.

(End of this chapter)