King Xiang of the Red Chamber

Chapter 93: The Twelve Hours of God's Capital?

When Zhu Jinghong returned to the city by car, the sun had already set.

After being escorted back to the palace, a group of officials had already been waiting to help him familiarize himself with his grooming.

After a fight, Zhu Jinghong's body was covered with blood, and there were many stains on his head and face.

"Master Thirteen, you have come back safely, this slave is worried to death..."

Deng An was weeping, he was particularly eye-catching among a group of eunuchs, and it was unknown whether he was sincere or not.

Opening his arms and allowing everyone to change clothes, Zhu Jinghong said in a deep voice, "I'm not dead yet!"

At this time, he was upset, but he was not in the mood to watch Deng An act.

Deng An immediately silenced, and behind him was a eunuch gloating, but he didn't show it on his face.

After changing clothes, it's time to wash and wash. Everyone is very interested in this job, so they invited Yinglian over again.

Lying in the warm water, Zhu Jinghong closed his eyes slightly, and he couldn't get rid of the daytime scene that he automatically recalled in his mind.

The scenes of the fighting, the screams, the cold shadows of swords, lights and swords seemed to be staged right around me...

This caused Zhu Jinghong's adrenal hormones to soar, and his breathing became short of breath...

At this moment, a hand stretched out towards his neck, so startled that Zhu Jinghong immediately opened his eyes, grabbed the hand, and then moved forward.

Hearing an exclamation of "Ah", Yinglian was dragged into the water and shouted in panic, "Master Thirteen, it's me..."

The fist was already in front of Yinglian, fortunately Zhu Jinghong held it in time, otherwise this punch would kill her.

"The servant is guilty, Lord Thirteen, please forgive me!"

"Yinglian, why is it you?"

This was a strange question, Yinglian replied tremblingly: "Master Shisan, it's a servant who takes care of you to take a bath, have you forgotten?"

Seeing the beauty in front of him who was wet all over and could be seen faintly in some places, Zhu Jinghong gradually regained his clarity.

"I accidentally pulled you in just now, didn't I hurt you?"

"Slaves are fine, fine..." Yinglian replied.

Seeing that Zhu Jinghong was still grabbing her, Yinglian whispered, "Master Thirteen, do you want this servant to go out?"

To be honest, Zhu Jinghong was still a little reluctant, but he still let Yinglian go, he really didn't have those thoughts right now.

The sound of Yinglian coming out of the water relieved Yu Hai, who was waiting outside, he was afraid that Zhu Jinghong would do something he shouldn't do, and take the girl's life for nothing.

"The son of a thousand gold doesn't sit in the hall, the most reasonable saying..."

After feeling emotional, Zhu Jinghong began to review today's events while enjoying Yinglian's massage.

All in all, as long as he pays a little attention to what happened today, all tragedies can be avoided.

For example, he can bring more people, he can bring the standard armor of the Dragon Guards, and he can specially arrange guard posts...

Every one was missed by him and the guards, resulting in today's result.

"If you go out again in the future, you must be well-protected, otherwise you will never go out!" Zhu Jinghong whispered to himself.

This time, he was really careless.

After washing up, Zhu Jinghong changed into clean clothes, and the sun went down after dinner.

I was really tired from fighting today, Zhu Jinghong lay down early, and after finally dispelling the memories, he fell into a deep sleep.

Time flew by, and three days passed in a blink of an eye.

For God's sake, the seriously injured guards carried them over, and all the wounded returned to the city.

As long as they rest in peace and nothing happens later, all of them can recover.

The only pity is that those five bodyguards who died in battle left this world forever.

At this moment, the five guards were put into coffins and parked in the side hall on the west side of the palace, where all the living guards were guarding.

Everyone showed sadness, and they were very sad for their good brothers.

"Master Thirteen is here!"

Wang Jie's reminder made everyone stand up, only the injured were still lying down because they couldn't stand up.

When Zhu Jinghong walked into the hall, everyone found that he was wearing a dark blue round-neck gown, which was a sacrificial attire for mourning.

The dignified emperor's son expresses his condolences to the dead guards. This is definitely an extra courtesy, which surprised the guards present.

This thirteenth master really spit and nailed each other. He really treated everyone as brothers.

Thinking of the day before yesterday, when Zhu Jinghong took the lead in fighting against the enemy, and even said his vow of never failing, everyone felt very moved.

"See Lord Thirteen!"

"You don't need to be too polite, everyone get up..." Zhu Jinghong said calmly.

Looking over everyone, Zhu Jinghong continued, "Come here today, I'm here to see them for the last time!"

This is really the last look, because the coffin will be nailed up soon, and it will be transported back to the capital.

Walking around the coffin, remembering the five dead people in his heart, Zhu Jinghong signaled the guards to seal the coffin.

The poor bones beside the Wuding River are still the people in the spring girl's dream... Their parents, wives and children are still waiting for them to go home.

"This time you send them back, and mourn for me when you arrive in Beijing!"

"Yes!" Wang Jie replied.

Zhu Jinghong went on to say: "You still have to spread the word, saying that everyone died in battle, and they died while encircling and suppressing the rebels of the White Lotus Sect!"

Such an outcome, good for both the living and the dead, would, in truth, only lead to trouble.

"Yes!"

"Thank you!" Zhu Jinghong patted Wang Jie on the shoulder.

Hard work does not mean that the journey is difficult, but that Wang Jie has to face the family of the deceased, which is a very difficult journey.

Wang Jie looked resolute, and replied: "Don't worry, Lord Thirteen, I will definitely..."

Speaking of the latter, Wang Jie didn't know what to say, so he wiped his wet eyes with his sleeve.

After the coffin was sealed, the soldiers of the standard-bearer guard carried it out, put it on the carriage and set off.

Zhu Jinghong walked all the way to the gate of the palace, watching Wang Jie disappear into the distance.

"Master Thirteen, Jin Yiwei Li Qianhu is asking to see you!" Yu Hai came forward to report.

Jin Yiwei is mainly responsible for digging out the White Lotus Sect rebels. Li Wenzhao didn't show up for two days, so it must be very rewarding to come here today.

Zhu Jinghong didn't hesitate, turned around and walked towards the bedroom.

A few minutes later, Zhu Jinghong summoned Li Wenzhao in a gazebo.

"Tell me, what's the situation?" Zhu Jinghong asked calmly.

"Back to Thirteenth Master, this time the harvest was great, and more than 120 rebels were arrested!" Li Wenzhao was very excited.

"There are two incense masters among them, and new news has been found out!"

"What news?" Zhu Jinghong asked calmly.

"This group of people seems to be doing something... in the capital!"

"Oh?"

Picking up the teacup, Zhu Jinghong said in a deep voice, "This is... really interesting!"

What can you do in the capital?Is it twelve hours in the capital of God?
Don't be ridiculous, the capital is tightly guarded, and it's so difficult to make troubles. It's true that Fusi of Beizhen is a dry meal.

But Zhu Jinghong thought about it again, if these thieves find a loophole, it is not impossible to make a big case.

Having just suffered a loss at the hands of the White Lotus Sect, Zhu Jinghong did not dare to underestimate these thieves.

Zhu Jinghong stood up and said, "Go...go to your Qianhu House, I want to see for myself what these people are up to!"

"Master Thirteen, why don't you bring me here? Why bother you?" Li Wenzhao said with a smile.

"You arrested so many people, you can't bring them all here!" Zhu Jinghong said indifferently.

The encirclement and suppression of the White Lotus Sect was nominally coordinated by Zhu Jinghong. He didn't want to be caught blind while writing the report, so he had to deeply participate in this matter.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)