After rebirth, I became the white moonlight of Hunjun

Chapter 417 I am here
"what did he say?"

"Isn't this person crazy?"

Several officers looked at each other in confusion, and the archer's movements froze in the air.

The chamberlain frowned when he saw that everyone around him was motionless.

"Who is your Excellency?" he asked sharply.

Zhou Zijin handed the jade plaque forward: "Zhou Zijin, King of Jin of the Qin Dynasty."

Someone sneered: "Ha, everyone knows that King Jin died of a serious illness. What, are you a living dead?"

"Whether he is the King of Jin or not, we will know if we test him?"

A clear voice sounded, "Is it possible that everyone has seen the corpse?"

Everyone looked around and saw a woman with her face covered and wearing a bamboo hat, her face blurred.

But as soon as he blinked, the woman disappeared.

Several scholars reacted immediately: "Yes, they said he was dead, but who knows if he is really dead?"

Suddenly, the crowd was excited again.

The chamberlain narrowed his eyes: "Pretending to be a prince, claiming that he is not a tomb robber. Come on, take down this suspicious person!"

The bow and arrow were set up again.

Lin Zhiyu disappeared among the crowd and said softly: "If it is really the King of Jin, then wouldn't it be true that the Jiang family stole the country?"

The gentle voice fell into the ears of the chamberlain.

“Can’t we let the people from Dali Temple check it and we’ll know?”

Someone suggested.

The waiter rolled his eyes.

The current minister of Dali Temple, Jiang Chen, is from the Jiang family.

If something happens at that time, it has nothing to do with you.

So he pushed aside the crowd, signaled the soldiers to put down the arrows, and said, "In that case, let the people from Dali Temple test it."

Here, Jiang Chen has already compiled a letter and sent people to deliver it to the palace as quickly as possible.

Whether it is true or false is just a word from someone in the palace.

After doing all this, I straightened my clothes and stepped out.

"You said you are Prince Jin, the uncle of the current young emperor?"

Jiang Chen looked at Zhou Zijin, took the jade pendant, and looked at it over and over.

"Exactly." Zhou Zijin said quietly.

At this time, he no longer deliberately covered up, and wiped his sleeves, revealing his true face.

Jiang Chen's hand shook and he could hardly hold the jade pendant.

This face...this face!

It’s definitely Zhou’s bloodline!
Jiang Chen was sweating coldly.

But the people around him were still urging: "Tell me, is that true?"

"If so, then I, Da Qin, can be saved!"

boned...

A scroll rolled on the ground.

"What is this?" Someone was curious and picked it up and unfolded it. There was a portrait on it.

"Isn't this the portrait of Prince Jin and Princess Jin?"

"Yes, yes, I also remember that there was indeed a painter going in at that time."

The man held up the portrait and compared it carefully with Zhou Zijin's appearance.

Like, it’s so similar!

The waiter's palms were sweaty.

"Master Jiang, look at this jade pendant, do you see anything special about it?"

……

royal palace.

At the door of the imperial study room, three liang of old ministers were already waiting.

Everyone knows in their hearts that the world is now dominated by the Jiang family.

With a heavy army and a little emperor wearing crotchless pants, who dares to disobey?
But how can you bear to shoot innocent people in the street?
"The Supervisor has almost never shown his face since his appointment, which is really suspicious!"

"That's right. Who is issuing the current edict?"

"Let the Lord Supervisor come out and meet us!"

The person who spoke was a veteran of three dynasties. He had a gray beard and was full of righteousness. His energy was sharp and showed no trace of his twilight years.

Just when there was a lot of discussion and the old minister was about to hit the pillar to express his ambition, he saw a man who was tired of work and was running towards him.

The yamen servant of Dali Temple was covered in sweat. He held up Jiang Chen's waistband and shouted: "Master Jiang Chenjiang of Dali Temple, I have something important to say!" The servant at the door looked troubled: "The supervisor has many things to do every day. He is not feeling well and it is not suitable to see him. people."

This sentence made the old minister even more suspicious.

In the imperial study room, Jiang Sheng looked dejected and greedily devoured something.

Qin Xiao listened to the roar of the mountains outside, but felt relaxed and content.

When Jiang Sheng regained his breath, Qin Xiao said: "You are trying to force me to let you go out."

On weekdays, Jiang Sheng is mostly in a depressed state. Only occasionally when he is still in good spirits can he go out to meet people.

But now he became more and more dependent on the antidote. As time passed, those ministers who were smarter than foxes sensed something was wrong.

Lu Yan stood aside, waiting for Qin Xiao's order.

"Let the people from Dali Temple come in."

Qin Xiao ordered.

The door opened, and the yamen servant suppressed his pounding heartbeat and stepped up the steps.

The veteran stopped and stretched his neck to look inside.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly.

The next second, the door closed.

The yamen servant entered the royal study and did not dare to look around. He fell to his knees with a plop and raised the letter with both hands.

Lu Yan stepped forward, took away the letter, and handed it into Qin Xiao's hands.

After Qin Xiao read it, he gently patted the wheelchair under Jiang Sheng.

"Oh..." I heard a heavy breath coming from above my head, which sounded very labored, "What was the scholar's reaction?"

The officer shuddered and buried his body lower.

"Tell me, if it's really the King of Jin, then Da Qin will be saved."

Why does the prisoner's voice sound so strange?
Could it be that he is about to die?

The officer glanced up from the corner of his eye.

"Shh-"

Lu Yan drew his sword and sheathed it cleanly.

But in an instant, a gash opened on the officer's neck, blood flowed down, he whimpered twice, and he was speechless.

His kneeling body swayed twice and fell on his back.

As the world turned around, he finally saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him.

His hair was withered, his eyes were dull, and there was drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.

On the left is a Shura ghost sheathing his sword, and on the right is a cold-faced beautiful snake.

Da Qin is finished.

"Tell King Jin to enter the palace."

Jiang Sheng said loudly and laboriously to the corpse on the ground.

The voice came from inside the door, and several veterans looked at each other.

It was indeed Jiang Sheng's voice.

The suspicion in their hearts dissipated a little, and after two or three seconds of silence, everyone knelt down.

"The country, the country, and the country are our top priority, and I hope the Lord Supervisor will take care of himself!"

……

"I am not an expert, how do I know whether this jade pendant is genuine or fake?"

Jiang Chen was brave for a rare moment.

Time passed bit by bit, and no one came from the palace.

The people who were surrounded were already impatient. No matter how much Jiang Chen practiced Tai Chi, they forced him to give an answer.

Zhou Zijin stood there with his hands behind his back, waiting patiently.

Several students of Chen Changzhi knew that as long as the identity of King Jin was recognized, their teacher would be saved.

Therefore, his tone was excited, and he had the intention of taking action with the officials.

Jiang Chen lost his patience: "You bunch of unruly people! How can you say anything about the Tian family's affairs at will?

You are self-righteous and messing with the laws of our court. Do it! Do it! "

He gave it up.

How King Jin died, he didn't know.

He didn't care how King Jin lived.

He was almost annoyed and noisy to death!

Jiang Chen winked at the chamberlain.