I'm really not King Jing of Zhongshan

Chapter 197 Yuan An: Help, Queen Mother!

After receiving his father's instructions, Liu Shengzi could only find a copy of "Policy for Public Security" and began to read it hard.

Even Mrs. Jia couldn't help but be amazed at this attitude of studying hard and studying hard.

But in Chang'an, Yuan Ang fell into infinite distress because of Liu Sheng's "good intentions"...

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In just a few days, Yuan An lost a lot of weight visible to the naked eye;
The originally crowded Yuan Mansion became more and more silent because of successive 'strange incidents'.

——Previously, most of the guests who stayed in the mansion for entertainment have already left;
But for the guests who stopped outside the gate of the mansion, the servants in the mansion no longer greeted them enthusiastically.

The sky above the entire Yuan Mansion was shrouded in a depressive and weird atmosphere.

Yuan An, on the other hand, sat slumped in his guest room, staring blankly...

"Evil..."

"Evil..."

"It's really crazy..."

With a sluggish expression, Yuan An let out a murmur, then sighed a little, and continued to stare at the wooden case in front of him in a daze with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

And on the wooden table in front of him, there was a piece of tiles that were pieced together, but obviously broken.

Staring at the broken tiles on the case table, and watching for a long time, Yuan An slowly raised his hand and touched his forehead;
After confirming that the cut on his forehead had scabbed over, Yuan An sighed again, continued to stare at the broken tiles in front of him, and started to stay in a daze again...
——In the past period of time, what happened in the Yuan Mansion was really too bizarre;
At the very beginning, it was a guest staying in the mansion who stumbled and fell into the pool in the backyard while going out in the middle of the night!
Although he was rescued in time, the guest was obviously frightened, his clothes were not dry, so he bid farewell to Yuan An and left the Yuan Mansion as if fleeing.

Yuan An later heard that after the man left the Yuan Mansion, he told his friends: I didn't make a mistake that night;
It was pushed from behind by someone...

In this way, Yuan Ang's reputation of "hospitality" began to appear suspicious on the streets of Chang'an.

On the streets of Chang'an today, it is rumored that Yuan An's appearance is different from his appearance;
—— On the surface, he is hospitable, but secretly, he doesn't want the guests to stay in the house for a long time.

For this matter, Yuan An didn't take it seriously at first;
He only summoned the servants of the mansion, checked again and again, and was sure that the servants of the mansion did not make such a decision on their own, and Yuan An gave another reprimand, 'Be sure to treat the guests well', but it didn't take it seriously.

But Yuan An never thought that the guest who 'stumbled into the water' was just the first strange thing that happened in Yuan Mansion during this period...
"Well······"

"Yuan, Yuan Fu;"

"Yuan Fu?"

"Yuan Fu~!"

Recovering from the long stupefaction, Yuan An subconsciously let out a few shouts, and after a while, he called the old housekeeper to the living room.

Then I saw that the butler Yuan Fu walked out of the living room, but didn't go straight in;
Instead, he wanted to stop, sighed a little, and forced a smile before walking forward.

"Lord;"

When he came to Yuan Ang's side, he subconsciously glanced at the pieces of rubble. Before Yuan Fu could ask for instructions, "Do you want to take away the rubble?" Yuan Ang raised his head worriedly.

Although he raised his head a little, his gaze was still fixed on the rubble on the wooden case, and he pointed at the wooden case.

"this;"

"How many times has it been?"

"Since that day, after that man from Liang Guo came, how many times is this?"

The worried question only caused Yuan Fu's uplifted smile to shatter in an instant, and he let out an unstoppable sigh.

He lowered his head, counted with his fingers, and then raised his head full of sorrow.

"For the first time, it was the distinguished guest from Hongnong who fell into the water in the middle of the night;"

"In the early morning of the next day, it was the back kitchen's force slave who fetched water and accidentally fell into the well."

"That afternoon, three gluttonous divas choked on fruit pits at the same time and almost died in the guest room."

"In addition, the chickens and ducks that died in the backyard inexplicably the day before yesterday, and the smelly dead fish in the warehouse;"

"And yesterday, the frightened horses in the middle of the night, the collapsed outer wall of the front yard..."

Counting the strange things that happened in Yuan's mansion during the past period, Yuan Fucai finally lifted the arm close to his side towards the desk in front of Yuan Ang.

"In the end, it was this piece of tile that fell from the eaves that almost hit the Lord;"

"—Counting it down, it's already the eighth time..."

After whispering the last words, Yuan Fu also lowered his head, and sighed uncontrollably.

Following Yuan Fu's low tone, Yuan An's gaze was once again fixed on the rubble that nearly killed him...

"Strange;"

"It's so bizarre..."

"—On that day, Young Master Fei just came and said that he was entrusted by Young Master Sheng to give me a precious armor;"

"It turned out that the guy from the Liang Kingdom was the one who came to assassinate me, but decided not to assassinate me at the last minute!"

"Not only do not sting, but also remind me: Be careful recently..."

Yuan Ang's confused voice also made the housekeeper Yuan Fu frowned slightly.

After thinking for a moment in secret, he walked forward with some doubts: "My lord;"

"Could it be that Young Master Sheng knows that he is going to be the crown prince, so he wants to use this method to make the lord surrender?"

"I was afraid that the lord would not take that 'Bao Jia' seriously, so I called the man from Liang to come to the door that day, and after that, these recent disturbances..."

Hearing this, Yuan Ang slowly shook his head worriedly.

"At first, I thought so too."

"I also thought that this was the way that Young Master Sheng wanted to win me over, but he didn't know how to win me over."

"—Because of this idea, I once even laughed at Young Master Sheng in private..."

"But the more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong..."

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"If Young Master Sheng is really stupid enough to use such a method to recruit me, Yuan An, then how can His Majesty choose him as Young Master Sheng?"

"Moreover, I had a very close personal relationship with the deceased old prime minister—the old Anzhen Wuhou;"

"Even if Young Master Sheng doesn't do anything, I will definitely not fight against Young Master Sheng for the face of the old prime minister."

"—I have seen that treasure armor, it is indeed a rare treasure in the world!"

"Just that treasure armor alone is enough to be a gift for Young Master Sheng to win me over..."

"Young Master Sheng, why do you need to do so much..."

When it came to the end, Yuan An only became more and more confused, and deep worry suddenly welled up between his brows.

Frowning, he waved his hand slightly, signaling Yuan Fu to take away the rubble in front of him;
When Yuan Fu just bent down, he stared suddenly!

"Wait!"

"Slow down..."

"—pack up the rubble!"

With a terrified command, Yuan Fu obeyed, carefully picked up the rubble on the wooden table, and left the living room.

That is to say, after Yuan Fu left the living room, Yuan An's suspicious and strange expression of physical and mental exhaustion was revealed all the time, and he became more and more serious.

"Young Master Sheng, you won't be so stupid!"

"That treasure armor, I'm afraid it's Young Master Sheng's warning to me!"

"And the person who wants to assassinate me..."

"Um······"

He lowered his head thoughtfully, and after a while, Yuan An stood up with a gloomy expression.

"Yuan Fu?"

"Yuan Fu?!"

The loud and clear call signs seemed particularly connected in the current silence of the Yuan Mansion.

After a while, the housekeeper Yuan Fu trotted up to Yuan An with a small cloth bag on his back.

"My lord, the rubble is packed..."

"--Um!"

"—Go, prepare the car!"

The deep voice made Yuan Fu startled slightly, and he only looked at Yuan An with some hesitation.

"These days, my lord, it's better not to go out?"

"—After all, that Liang man once said..."

The voice was full of concern and worry, but it caused Yuan An to become inexplicably irritable;

When Yuan Fu saw this situation, he hurriedly changed the topic, and said tentatively: "I will go to prepare the car now."

"It's just the lord, let's wear that treasure armor..."

"In case there is a mistake, there is always..."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan An waved his hand irritably, stopping Yuan Fu's unspoken words.

"No need."

"—In the early years, I sought out the fortune-teller in Anling: Mr. Chao made a fortune-telling."

"Gallery, my fortune is poor, I have to live in a place close to His Majesty, so that I can use the emperor's spirit to ensure my life is safe."

"Now, I'm afraid that His Majesty has gone to Ganquan, and I am too far away from His Majesty..."

Speaking with certainty, Yuan An stretched out his hand and took the small cloth bag wrapped in rubble.

"I'm going to take the rubble with me and go to Mr. Gallo to make a fortune."

"Even if it's a good or bad question, I'd rather be at ease..."

Hearing Yuan An's words, the steward Yuan Fuzong tried to persuade him again, but he could only nod his head sadly.

Not long after, the carriage was ready and stopped outside the gate of the mansion.

Yuan An, who had changed his clothes and was already dressed neatly, also accompanied by Yuan Fu, walked cautiously outside the gate of the mansion.

Taking a deep breath, and subconsciously scanning the outside of the mansion for a week, Yuan Ang stepped forward with a gloomy expression.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to board the carriage, he heard a piercing sound outside the mansion gate!

Crack~~~~crack!
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"what happened?!"

Jumping back two times in surprise, following the sound, looking at his carriage, Yuan An subconsciously exclaimed;
He saw the servant at the side hurried forward, inspected it for a while, then turned around with a strange expression.

"Lord, Lord;"

"Axle, broken..."

!!!

The servant's suspicious words only set Yuan Ang's heart on alarm!
Even the butler, Yuan Fu, stood there dumbfounded, and swallowed hard again.

"Lord;"

"Otherwise, don't go out..."

"Before leaving the house, the axle broke. Is this a sign of great danger?"

Butler Yuan Fu's words did not make Yuan Ang's horrified eyes move away from the tilted wheel due to the broken axle;

With a cloudy complexion, he walked forward, stretched out his hand to touch the wheel that had been tilted at an angle of [-] to [-] degrees, Yuan An finally clenched his teeth...
"go with!"

"Change a car!"

"——If I don't go to Anling again, I'm afraid I won't even dare to sleep!"

There was a roar of surprise and anger, which only caused the servants to rush forward in a hurry and untie the carriage with the broken axle in front of them from the horses.

Then the horses were led to the back door, and the broken carriage was also carried into the courtyard;
Not long after, a brand new carriage, harnessed to the horses, appeared outside the gate of the mansion.

Only this time, Yuan An was not in a hurry to get in the car.

Step forward, squat down, and take a closer look at the axle and all the parts you can see;

After confirming that there was no problem, he stood up again.

Gritting his teeth full of loneliness, staring at the carriage in front of him, Yuan An finally turned around as if admitting defeat.

"go;"

"Go get that armor."

"In my heart, I really have no bottom..."

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Escorted by dozens of strong servants, Yuan Ang felt a long sigh of relief in his heart at the moment he saw Nabu Speisheng all the way from Chang'an to Anling.

Pearson personally led him into the courtyard, only thirty breaths later, Yuan Ang walked out of the courtyard with a sad face.

Seeing Yuan An's expression, the butler Yuan Fu hurried forward.

"Lord;"

"How is it?"

But when Yuan Ang heard the words, he just shook his head in dismay, and slowly stepped forward two steps like a walking corpse.

As Yuan Ang moved forward, the chain mail could not help but make a slight knocking sound of chains.

But Yuan An walked to the side of the carriage with ashen face, and nearly collapsed to the ground if he was not paying attention...

"Lord!"

"Lord;"

Before all the servants came forward to support him, Yuan An used his last strength to lean on the waist-high wheel.

He raised his head blankly, and looked at the housekeeper Yuan Fu in despair.

"Sir said..."

"The master said that my fate is approaching, within three days, I will be in danger..."

"Besides, today is exactly the day of great misfortune. It is not suitable to go out or divination..."

"—It's over..."

"Today, I'm going to die..."

The indifferent tone without the slightest emotion only made Yuan Fu and the loyal servants stunned for a moment, and then opened their eyes a little bit!

He looked around at each other in dismay, and then turned his worried eyes to the lord who was leaning on the wheel and might collapse on the ground at any moment: Yuan Ang...

"On the way here, I felt like a light was on my back, as if I was being secretly watched by some beast..."

"The road back to Chang'an may be the last road I have traveled in my life..."

Desperately, Yuan An let out another sigh, and finally propped up his body with all his strength, and with Yuan Fu's support, he looked at the horizon.

"It's almost dusk..."

"Perhaps, I will bid farewell to His Majesty with the setting sun, and go to see Emperor Taizong Xiaowen..."

The words were full of tragic and stirring, which only caused the eyes of the servants to turn red quietly, as if they wanted to say something, but they didn't know what words could comfort Yuan Ang until now.

——Because for people in this era, divination is almost the most authoritative way of calculating "fate"...

"Lord!"

"Even so, the lord shouldn't be content to die!"

"—It's still more than an hour before dusk!"

"The old slave personally drives the horse for the lord, all the way to Changle!"

"As long as we get to Changle and the queen mother, who can kill the lord???"

The grief-stricken words made the old housekeeper Yuan Fu break down in tears;
But Yuan Ang still let out a long breath full of melancholy, looked to the horizon, and let out a long sigh leisurely.

"Destiny, you can't violate it..."

Seeing Yuan An's resignation to fate and completely giving up struggling, the old butler Yuan Fu became more and more sad.

Not a while later, the old housekeeper Yuan Fu forcibly walked out of his grief.

Turning around, he looked at the servants with a solemn expression.

"You all disperse and go back to Chang'an along different roads!"

"When you arrive at the city gate, shout to the guards outside the city gate: Your lord is outside the city, and you are in danger!"

"—Remember! Be sure to shout loudly so that everyone passing through the city gate can hear it!"

"Then, hurry home, bring as many people as you can, and go outside Baqiao to meet them!"

After making arrangements for the servants, the old butler turned around again, suppressing tears, and kowtowed to Yuan Ang.

"Lord!"

"Get in the car!"

"Old slave, drive the horse yourself for the lord!"

"—Even if you really die on the road, and you can die with the master, you are still an old slave, and you will be exposed to the master's glory for the last time..."

The grief-stricken pleading only made Yuan Ang laugh;
Then, he stepped forward numbly, stepped on the wooden ladder as if resigned to his fate, and threw himself into the carriage.

After the old butler got up from the ground and wiped away his tears indiscriminately, the magnificent carriage finally moved slowly.

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Passing through the streets of Anling Town along the way, everything is so normal;
After leaving the gate of Anling Town, everything is so abnormal.

——On the straight road where people are supposed to come and go, there is no second figure in sight;
Just like this, on the straight road, slowly driving forward...
drive forward slowly...
Whoosh whoosh!
The sudden sound of a bow and feather breaking into the wind caused the old housekeeper's already tense face to be filled with horror!

"Lord!"

"Sit still!"

Subconsciously let out a cry, and the carriage galloped towards Chang'an following the whip that the old housekeeper frantically swung!

Along the way, the old housekeeper couldn't remember how many words Gong Yu escaped;
The old housekeeper only had a vague feeling: it seems that from leaving Anling to the carriage back to Chang'an, there are always arrow feathers shooting from both sides of the road...
run, run...

run, run...

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It wasn't until nightfall that the horse-drawn carriage that had already been tied up like a hedgehog finally drove slowly to the Baqiao in the north of Chang'an City.

"It's the lord's carriage!"

The moment they saw the carriage, dozens of servants and Chang'an rangers who came to Yuan's mansion spontaneously hugged and stepped forward!
When they saw the front room, the old butler, who had already passed away, with dozens of bow feathers stuck all over his body, but was still holding the reins tightly, made everyone sink.

With a mournful expression on his face, he walked forward slowly, about to lift the shattered car curtain;
But when I heard the inside of the car, there was a sudden shout!
"I'm Yuan Ang!!"

"Me! I'm Fengchang!!!"

"Get out of the way!!!"

"—I'm going to Changle Palace!"

"—I'm going to find the queen mother!!!"

"drive!!!"

"drive!!!!!!!"

　There are two updates today.

　　It will be recommended on the 24th, so I need to save some manuscripts.

　　So starting today, I will write 3 chapters every day, post 2 chapters, save one chapter every day, and post it together on the 24th.

　　It is also through this opportunity to fix the update time in response to the admonitions of the great fathers of the readers.

　　Please fathers, a lot of Haihan...
　　


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