The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 240 Attack (Part [-])

"Besides, the person ordered by Jun Zechen should be someone from the imperial court, how could such a sign be left behind?" Shen Qiaoyan looked at the wooden sign in his hand, thinking.

"Look at the main palace, the word "Gongshui" is engraved on these two boards, could it be someone from the Gongshui school?" The old bustard pointed to the word "Gongshui" in a small corner of the wooden board.

Shen Qiaoyan raised her eyes and saw that the word "Gongshui" was really engraved on it.

That's even stranger.

Shen Qiaoyan thought to herself.

"The Gongshui faction is just a small faction in the Jianghu. Besides, the Yanyan Palace and the Gongshui faction have never had any intersections. They have no enmity or hatred. Why do you want to destroy my Yanyan Palace?" Shen Qiaoyan said.

"Besides, why are you attacking us again now? There is really no reason, it's inexplicable."

"That's true," the old bustard nodded, "but in this way, Jun Zechen couldn't be the one who killed us in the Yan Palace. As a king, it's impossible to collude with these Jianghu parties."

Shen Qiaoyan tightened her grip on the wooden sign, "Indeed, as long as he gives an order, as many soldiers as possible can follow him." It is true that there is no need to use these quacks.

That being said, there was one thing that puzzled her.

Shen Qiaoyan recalled the scene of those men in black's sneak attack just now in his mind. With the strength of those men in black, it is more than enough to destroy them in the Yan Yan Palace. How could they end up in the miserable situation of corpses scattered all over the field?
Could it be that there are spies in their Yan Yan Palace?Another combination of inside and outside can indeed create such a scene.

But who is this spy?
What good would it do him?

Shen Qiaoyan frowned, feeling a little guilty in her heart.

It's all because she lost her mind when she saw Qiao Jin was injured, completely forgot about these details, and believed in her heart that it was Jun Zechen who did it.

"Didn't the main palace misunderstand the emperor?" The old bustard looked at Shen Qiao and said.

Shen Qiaoyan was stunned, her long eyelashes drooped slowly, and she smiled wryly, "What's the use of saying this now, there is no misunderstanding, anyway, the others are gone."

After finishing speaking, Shen Qiaoyan felt a dull pain in his heart.

It's really ridiculous. It turned out that such a deep hatred, hurting and torturing each other turned out to be a misunderstanding in the end.

How ridiculous it would be if her father's murder was also a misunderstanding.

Is God playing with her?
Shen Qiaoyan shook her head with a wry smile.

"The sign, you should put it away first, now that Yanyan Palace is also disbanded, you can't track it down if you want to." Shen Qiaoyan threw the sign to the old bustard.

She put away the long whip in her hand, and when she turned around, she saw a white dress lying on the snow in her eyes, the blood stained the white snow on the ground red, and also stained the long white dress.

"Qiao Jin!" Shen Qiaoyan shouted nervously.

When the old bustard heard Shen Qiaoyan's nervous cry, she also turned around and looked back, seeing Qiao Jin's body on the snowy ground, she was so frightened that she couldn't even hold the wooden sign firmly in her hand.

"What about the main palace?"

The old bustard followed Shen Qiaoyan and hurried forward to ask.

Shen Qiaoyan supported Qiao Jin's body, she glanced at the black blood on the ground, and rolled her eyes.

She reached out and grabbed Qiao Jin's wrist to feel her pulse, and said with a serious expression, "It's poison."

"Poisoned?" The bustard was puzzled, "Qiao Jin is always by our side, how could he be poisoned?"

Shen Qiaoyan lowered her long eyelashes and opened them again, her eyes were calm and calm, "I don't know, old bustard, come and help me support him."

As she said that, Shen Qiaoyan stretched out two fingers and quickly tapped Qiao Jin a few times.

The old bustard nodded, and quickly knelt down to support Qiao Jin.

Shen Qiaoyan looked at Qiao Jin's face, and remembered the injury on Qiao Jin's body. Although it had been a long time since the wound recurred, Qiao Jin either said she was fine or kept silent.

Could it be that the wound has deteriorated, infected and poisoned?
Shen Qiaoyan thought about it, and decisively pulled Qiao Jin's skirt back with both hands.

In Qiao Jin's eyes, the wound on Qiao Jin's fair chest has healed surprisingly well.

"That's strange." Shen Qiaoyan murmured.

(End of this chapter)