Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Chapter 218 King Cheng dies

The mahogany-carved Eight Immortals table and mahogany stools, and even the bed is a mahogany bed with auspicious patterns. The four sides are carved with wishful patterns and pomegranate patterns, which have the meaning of good fortune and longevity.The bedding on the bed is also made of fine brocade silk, which is soft and friendly to the touch. It can be seen that great care has been taken in every detail.

"This Yi Cheng is really thoughtful..."

Even a rough guy like A Yishi could feel the difference. Jiang Sile was pulled to sit beside the bed and listened to his praise.

A Yishi was sorting the things in his baggage, with the knife across his waist, looking very majestic. It was a pity that A Yishi had not even mounted his horse for a long time in order to take care of him.

Thinking of this, Jiang Sile felt a little guilty in his heart.

She thought again of the mysterious Xuan Qingzi just now. It would be great if there was a way to alleviate it.

better than nothing.

At least, there is a glimmer of hope.

Jiang Sile rested his head on the soft embroidered pillow, thinking about his trip to the Sea of ​​Clouds Temple tomorrow.

She thought of Xuan Qingzi, who seemed to be an expert again, and couldn't help but said: "Ayi, look at that old man just now...how did he feel?"

A Yishi packed all the miscellaneous books they brought into the cabinet next to the bed so that they could be easily taken out and read.

Suddenly hearing Jiang Sile's question, Ayi stopped what he was doing. He thought back to the old Taoist priest with gray hair and childish face, and said bluntly: "A bit like a little Taoist priest. They are indeed master and disciple. They are really the same person." Look."

"Really?" Jiang Sile stretched out her hand and waved it in front of her eyes. She didn't realize that the somewhat cunning old man and the little Taoist priest who was always clueless were somewhat similar.

Face?There may be some.

Jiang Sile didn't mind trusting such an old Taoist priest. As long as he could benefit her, she didn't mind accepting the favor.

Then all we have to do is wait and see what happens tomorrow.

……

At midnight on the second day, Jiang Sile had just gotten up to change clothes when he heard a sudden and urgent knock on the door outside.

At this moment, no one had ever knocked on her door before, and Jiang Sile suddenly felt something was strange.

"Your Highness..."

There was Jiao Wen's voice outside the door. Jiang Sile responded, tied up his clothes, and pushed A Yi Shi who was still lying on the bed.

A Yishi put on his coat and helped Jiang Sile sit on the chair beside the table, then opened the door and let Jiao Wen in to talk.

"You came so early today, but what happened?"

Jiang Sile turned to look at Jiao Wen, who was walking towards her, and asked in a loud voice.

Jiao Wen's face was serious. He glanced at A Yi, but when he saw that Jiang Sile had no intention of avoiding the violation, he said directly: "It's the fifth prince."

"Fifth brother?"

Jiang Sile couldn't help but asked in confusion.

Today's emperor only has sons, and the only person who is accustomed to addressing himself as a prince is her fifth brother, Jiang Yi's fifth brother, who was once the fifth prince and is now King Cheng.

"Shouldn't he stay well in the fief? What could happen?"

Jiang Sile asked.Sweat broke out on Jiao Wen's forehead. He also learned about this from Yi Cheng early in the morning. It was said that it was an urgent message from His Majesty to Jingzhou.

"Early this morning, the Yi Cheng found me and said that the fifth prince... King Cheng was killed in the fief."

"What!" Jiang Sile suddenly couldn't sit still and stood up suddenly, his eyes could not suppress the surprise, and there was a glimmer of light in his brown eyes.

A Yishi quickly walked to Jiang Sile and supported her.

Whether in the memory of Princess Anle or in Jiang Sile's several encounters, this fifth prince was an insignificant person whose appearance could not even be discerned.

Even though he is a prince, everyone has almost forgotten this humble prince.Even after Jiang Yi ascended the throne, he crowned several brothers as kings and rewarded them with fiefs, but King Cheng was still the least noticeable one.

The third prince was among the literati, and he had some aura and achievements in poetry and prose; the fourth prince was mature, cautious, and smooth in doing things. Even though he was the younger of the princes at the time, the late emperor also allowed him to enter the court, and he was highly valued. , a well-known capable person in the clan and the court; and the sixth prince, who is one year younger than him, is innocent and cute, and has a pure nature, and is very popular among his brothers and sisters.

Only the fifth prince, now King Cheng, although he is a royal nobleman, usually keeps to himself and never gets into disputes with others.

How could such a prince be murdered?And it’s still in his own territory!

Is there any conspiracy here?Or is there some unknown secret?Jiang Sile didn't know this, but she intuitively felt that there was definitely something wrong with the death of the fifth brother, Cheng Wang.

Since she can think of this level, there is no reason why Jiang Yi...and the extremely smart ministers in the court can't think of it.

Jiang Sile's face became gloomy and blurred, and there seemed to be thousands of causal thoughts flowing in his brown eyes, containing the supreme mystery.

"Don't say anything at this time... Your Majesty will take care of it."

Finally, Jiang Sile put aside his complicated thoughts and warned Jiao Wen, who knew a lot.

Jiao Wen nodded, his face also solemn.

"This news came from Yi Cheng. It should be a warning from His Majesty. Your Highness needs to be careful. So, are we still going to the Sea of ​​Clouds Viewing today?"

Speaking of this, Jiao Wen carefully looked at Jiang Sile's expression. He was a soldier, but now he lived as if he had a hundred minds.

Jiang Sile shook his head slightly, and the light ink-colored beads on the red sandalwood hairpin on his head also shook gently, making a crisp and sweet sound.

"No, let's follow the original charter and set off in a while."

"Yes." Jiao Wen lowered his head and said yes, turned around and left quickly, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

Here, Ayi Shi had already changed into a riding outfit, making his whole person even more wild.

"Don't be afraid, even if there are bandits, I'm still here."

A Yishi's words were always so powerful, driving away the remaining doubts in Jiang Sile's heart.

"Well, even if it doesn't work out today, let the Taoist priest do a ritual for Fifth Brother."

Thinking of the news of King Cheng's death, Jiang Sile couldn't help but lamented: "How could he be so honest and careful, how could he be attacked by others? Is it true that good people don't live long?"

Now Jiang Sile could barely recall what King Cheng looked like. He was just an honest man with an ordinary appearance and a soft voice. Even the former Princess Anle couldn't help but bully him.

He also secretly brought icing sugar outside the palace for her because of the 'threat' of 'Princess Anle'.

But it wasn't delicious, and it was quickly forgotten by 'Princess Anle'.

(End of this chapter)