Tyrant, he wants to spoil me

Chapter 729 Above the city tower, Su Jiu looked at him from afar

Xiao Tingchen narrowed his eyes.

Qi Mou was deep and gloomy, and he was about to order Jing Zhe to rush back to Chang'an to find out what happened, when Gu Yu suddenly rushed into the tent holding a big octopus spider.

He was very afraid of the big red-haired spider, and tremblingly presented it to Xiao Tingchen as if offering an offering, "Master, Mr. Wu seems to have sent a messenger..."

Wu Song can drive poisonous insects to do things for him.

Rong Zheng's people kept the city gates and secret passages tightly guarded, and did not allow anyone to leave Chang'an City to report to outsiders about the Rong family's forced palace.

Even if there are birds passing by in the air, they will be shot by the Imperial Guards, in case someone uses pigeons and eagles to deliver messages.

But Wu Song used a spider to send messages!
No one will guard against such poisonous insects in the corner!

Xiao Tingchen reached out and took off the letter box from the red-haired spider's back.

Opening the thin paper letterhead, Wu Song's handwriting pierced through the back of the paper, and simply wrote the words "The Rong family forced the palace".

The letter paper turned into powder in the man's big palm.

Xiao Tingchen's thin lips hooked lightly, "What a Rong Zheng, to play this kind of trick with this hall... This hall wants to see whether it is you, Rong Zheng, who forced the palace to take the position, or the King Qin of this hall to take the top position! Send the military order of this hall, and the teacher will return to Beijing immediately!"

Gu Yu complied immediately.

The [-] elites of the Shenwu Camp quickly packed their bags in the night, turned into winding torches on the official road, and headed briskly towards Chang'an.

Xiao Tingchen stood alone on the top of the mountain in a black outfit.

The mountain wind rolled up his robe, and under the vast starry sky, it was like a black ink startled bird, with an extraordinary grace.

He looked down at the army, and the torch was reflected in his pupils, like thousands of sparks.

Gu Yu and Jing Zhe appeared behind him, curiously asked: "Master, aren't you going back to Chang'an?"

"Of course I have to go back..." Xiao Tingchen's handsome face showed a touch of evil spirit, and his bright red thin lips licked his palate evilly, "It's just that before going back, I have to go to Yuntai Mountain first."

"Yuntai Mountain?" Jing Zhe was puzzled, "Master, what is there going to do there? There is only a famous temple there, are you going to pray to gods and worship Buddha again?!"

He was a single-minded, naturally stupid man.

Gu Yu pointed out: "The Empress Dowager Rong, Concubine Rong and the Ninth Prince are all cultivating in Yuntai Mountain. Rong Zheng has taken control of the imperial palace. Shouldn't he quickly choose someone to inherit the throne? So the Ninth Prince and the others must be on their way back to Chang'an. As long as we walk along the official road to Yuntai Mountain, we are very likely to meet them. If we capture these three people, will we not be able to deal with Rong Zheng?"

Jing Zhe's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly nodded in agreement.

……

Su Jiu rested in the side hall of Qianhe Palace last night.

When I woke up this morning, there were dark clouds gathering outside the flower window, thunder was billowing, and a thunderstorm was about to fall.

After she washed and changed her clothes, she walked out of the side hall, only to see a pen and ink book case outside the bead curtain, and Rong Zheng was tracing something with a pen.

"Sister Su is awake?" Rong Zheng smiled and turned his body slightly, "Sister Su, look, I didn't sleep last night, so I drew a portrait for you myself. I promised Sister Su to draw a whole room of portraits for you. Going to break my promise."

Su Jiu looked at the unfolded picture scroll.

She was sleeping soundly on the imperial concubine's couch, with faint light and shadow, like an excellent picture of a beauty sleeping in spring.

She sneered quickly, "Do you think... Xiao Tingchen will let it go?"

Rong Zheng didn't take it seriously.

He admired the picture scroll, and picked up the pen to enrich some details, "The day when the Ninth Prince returns will be the time when the new emperor ascends the throne. As for Xiao Tingchen, he will be classified by me as a traitor and a remnant of the former prince. As long as I kill him Xue Chengcheng, who in the world dares to say that Xiao Tingchen is really the son of the late emperor? If the name is not right, Chang'an City and other aristocratic families will not support him."

Su Jiu pursed his lower lip lightly.

Rong Zheng walked up to her and looked at her with warm and affectionate eyes, "Sister Su and I have also been in love before. I am confident that Sister Su can regain the memory and affection from the beginning."Jijiu Mo Jingchun Sleeping heavily, gambling and books disappearing with the fragrance of tea', this is the married life I yearn for, and it is also what my sister Su yearns for. I would like to spend the rest of my life copying thousands of portraits for my sister Su to make up for the time when I was under the peach tree. He drew Jin Xuanyin's crimes to you."

The girl was expressionless.

Rong Zheng's appearance was reflected in the deer's eyes, his appearance was like a bright moon in a mountain stream, gentle and elegant, with a graceful demeanor.

What is spoken in the mouth is always a touching love story.

But she had heard these love words once before.

She twitched the corners of her lips, and smiled sarcastically, "Young Master Rong, I think I have told Jin Xuanyin and Yuan Fuxue in a very eloquent way. But Jin Xuanyin was beheaded by Young Master Rong, and Yuan Fuxue was raised by Young Master Rong." Became a dissatisfied woman... As for me, in order to save my life, I don't dare to trust Mr. Rong."

The voice fell to the ground, and the thunder outside the window suddenly exploded!
The sky was gloomy for an instant, the wind was howling, and the shadows of flowers and trees trembled extremely violently.

Rong Zheng's face was hidden in light and darkness, no specific expression could be discerned.

Su Jiu picked up the scroll that he had painted all night, mercilessly broke it into pieces, and threw it all over the sky.

She smiled and raised her hand: "Master Rong, please leave."

Rong Zheng raised his head.

The gust of wind blew open the window, and pieces of paper danced all over the sky, like his heart being torn apart.

Those calm eyes that had read thousands of sails were rare and ferocious.

Gradually, those ruthlessness turned into dead silence, like burnt out fireworks.

He pulled his lips, his voice hoarse: "Su Jiu, don't regret it."

Su Jiu smiled like a flower, "Until death, I will not regret it!"

Rong Zheng suddenly turned around and stepped out of the bedroom.

Su Jiu was the only one left in the huge side hall. She sat on the armchair as if she was exhausted, and rubbed between her brows wearily.

After not sitting for a long time, a little maid suddenly rushed in.

Her bun was blown by the wind, and she looked very miserable and frightened, "Miss Su, Mr. Rong ordered your servants to take you to his place... I heard that His Royal Highness suddenly led troops back, and now he is going to besiege the north gate of Chang'an." !"

She is the little palace maid who survived that night palace mutiny.

In the past few days, I have been scared out of my wits, even doing things with trepidation.

Su Jiu got up immediately and stepped out of the bedroom without hesitation.

She followed Rong Zheng in a carriage, passed through the imperial palace and long streets full of turmoil, and finally boarded the Chang'an North City Gate Building.

Through the thick and ancient city wall, she saw from a distance the [-] elite soldiers of the Shenwu Battalion lined up in an orderly formation.

At the front of the formation, there is a luxurious rosewood carved grand master's chair.

That doggy man who is always cynical, wearing a frosty white undercoat, wearing a gold belt four fingers wide, casually draped a gold dragon cloak embroidered with black ink on his shoulders, holding a cup of fragrant tea, and sat lazily on the grand master's chair.

A few strands of lacquer hair naturally fell on the corner of his forehead. He lowered his eyelashes, and his peach blossom eyes were full of boundless fragrance, and he was gently blowing on the teacup.

The word "Brave" branded on his cheeks, in this kind of battle with thousands of troops, somehow added a strong sense of evil and domineering to him.

He took a sip of the fragrant tea lightly.

Then, he looked up at the tower.

Su Jiu met his eyes.

This man is sometimes perverse and ruthless, sometimes cruel and cold-blooded, he has a black heart and black lungs, there is no one in the world he dare not kill.

He always liked to bully her in the past, and later when she was disobedient, he put her in a dark cell, tortured her and humiliated her by various methods,
but……

But today on the city tower, seeing thousands of armies fighting and blood staining the country, she looked at him, looked at those firm peach blossom eyes from afar, and watched him smile at her silly dog ​​from afar, why did she have a feeling Tears welling up in your eyes? !
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Oh, the old dog is about to ascend the throne

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