Chapter 230 Little Bandit I’m Going to Beijing

Xin Zhuo had to re-examine this eldest sister. He felt that there was no reason why she was locked up at home. He was afraid that she was going crazy!

"You don't believe me?" Jiang Huan's face was full of disappointment, and she said in the voice of only two people: "You should believe me! Back then, the Jiang family was too powerful and huge, with disciples and former officials all over the world, and when the Heavenly Emperor seized the throne, the government and the public

During the turmoil, many people tried to persuade my grandfather to ascend the throne. Did you know?

In the end, my great-uncle did not agree, but he also planted the root of the disaster and was taken into account by the imperial court, which eventually led to the battle of Kunxu Demon. The day I came back to report the news, that is, the day you were lost, the Shenwu Army and the Dianqian Army rebelled, mixed with Feng Jian.

Si, Zhenwu Si, Qin Tianjian and the masters in the palace.

Basically all the boys and girls of the Jiang family were killed. The old lady died tragically. Even the eldest princess Zheng, Princess Beihai, Princess Feihuang, Princess Liyang and other wives were also killed. Their breath was completely cut off. I seemed to... see it with my own eyes.

Later, it was your mother who returned from the Taiping Palace to quell the chaos and stabilized the situation! In the blink of an eye, the bodies of the old lady and the others disappeared, and then they ran out alive. Either their bodies were taken away or they were disguised using secret techniques.

People are pretending!

It is true that there are only your mother, Venerable Jiang Yong, Chan Yi, Yu Gui, Nvying and a few maids under you in the mansion now!

You have to believe me, I was born with full spiritual intelligence and know the future.

Do you know? The reason why you are lost is actually your father's arrangement. Xin Si is not a man slave at all, he is your grandfather's milk brother. Before your father died, he had predicted everything and asked me to come back secretly and tell him,

Let him take you far away!"

Xin Zhuo looked at her hesitantly, and couldn't help but feel chills all over his body. He didn't make up the story in this way. He hesitated for a moment: "Does my mother know?"

Jiang Huan grabbed his hand with tears in her eyes: "Although your mother is extremely talented, how could you know this weird and fake trick? This method must be prepared ten years in advance. It is so cleverly arranged that there is no mistake in it. It is so wonderful.

At the peak, even the imperial court doesn’t know, no one even knows where they come from.”

Xin Zhuo was surprised and said: "So, do you have any method to teach me?"

Jiang Huan said in a deep voice: "Now there is only the Western Qin Army. There are iron barrels there. The third uncle is here, but he will not die soon..."

"Bang!"

As soon as they arrived at Lanxian Pavilion, Li Yun was waiting, holding a letter in her hand and handing it over respectfully.

"Why are you not sure, mother?"

Jiang Huan's body was trembling, and she suddenly hugged her, looking up to the sky and laughing, as if she was crazy.

Jiang Huan is indeed at the end of her life, confused and seeking death. No matter how miraculous medical skills in the world are, she cannot save her sanity and her heart is about to die.

I don't know when my mother sat at his desk.

Xin Zhuo was a little embarrassed: "Can you stop doing this? I'm so embarrassed."

"Huan'er, take a rest, don't be nervous..." The old lady slapped Jiang Huan on the back in pain.

Ji Jiuwei, the elder of the Taiping Palace and the eldest princess of Qin in the Great Zhou Dynasty, brought her son Jiang Yuqing into the Taiping Palace!

At the age of sixteen, she went to war with her father and her whole family was destroyed. She became confused and immersed in fantasy all day long. Sometimes she believed what she said, and it was difficult for us to question whether it was true or false. This was the reason why her grandmother trapped her.

, the human heart is made of flesh, even grandma feels pain.

At this moment, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the old lady appeared at the door with a group of servants. She was in tears and choked with sobs: "Huan'er, what on earth do you want my grandmother to do? I have to do it.

Do you feel at ease if Yuqing joins you in rebelling? Grandma, please stop talking nonsense. Have you caused too many troubles?"

Xin Zhuo was a little surprised: "Is it appropriate?"

As he spoke, he rushed over and hugged Jiang Huan. Tears were pouring down his face and he was sobbing loudly. His white hair was a little messy, which was very sad to see.

With a long sigh, he took a different path and left, as if he had aged more than ten years and his steps were hobbled.

That day, your grandmother and several of your aunts were indeed on the verge of tragic death and fell in a pool of blood. However, they were escorted to a safe area by the masters of the mansion. How could the dignified Jiang family lie on the ground like a dead dog?

At that time, your eldest sister also said that today was someone's fault. She said it so vividly that all the ministers in the court were at a loss. Alas! The chain has been lifted."

Xin Zhuo was completely embarrassed: "Are you...sure?"

Got up and walked out.

There were nine thousand students in the Taiping Palace, and seventeen or eight hundred of his disciples came out to greet him. All he saw were people with wide robes and long sleeves, handsome and free-spirited people, or majestic and handsome people.

Seeing the familiar pattern, Xin Zhuo knew who it was. He took it and opened it, and saw a line of beautiful small words: "Little bandit, I will arrive in the capital in two days. Is it unexpected? What can you treat me to..."

….

September twenty-two.

But when it comes to things like seizing one's body, I am the number one seizing player!

"Your eldest sister Jiang Huan has suffered all her life."

"I'm still shy." Ji Jiuwei patted the side and Xin Zhuo sat over. Then she said, "If you like Su Miaojin, Nizi, I will take this opportunity to cook the rice. Mom will support you."

Xin Zhuo's steps were very slow, and his face was cloudy and uncertain. The most difficult thing in the world to distinguish is the words of a madman. It is difficult for you to tell which words are true, which words are false, and which words are her fantasy.

Xin Zhuo paused, hesitated for a moment, and turned to the other side.

The crying behind me was louder.

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but smile as he thought of that handsome girl who was dignified, virtuous, principled, had her own ideas, and had a very special temperament.

The old lady walked aside at some point and said, "He was a genius back then. He was betrothed to the son of Lord Xu Guogong at the age of fourteen. The boy died of illness the next year. At the age of fifteen, he was betrothed to the grandson of Prince Liang, and then the boy disappeared.

Ji Jiuwei hated the iron and said: "You boy, that girl has looked carefully at my mother. She is a good girl with a kind heart. She has helped you so much. If you are interested in her and hesitate, it will be someone else's, let alone her."

She was originally your wife."

"Little lover?"

Xin Zhuo sighed and said: "Grandma, please unchain eldest sister. Her meridians have been severed. I've tried it, but she still has a month's lifespan at most. Even gods can't save her!"

There is no ordinary curiosity, excitement, or watching the excitement, but only calmness and respect. They are as neat and tidy as wooden stakes. No matter how the heir apparent of the Jiang family looks outside, he is extremely inconspicuous in the Taiping Palace.

There are many real Shinto masters in Taiping Palace.

What they respect is Elder Ji Jiuwei, and the peerless and arrogant onlookers. What is the appearance of Elder Ji's son, and whether he is qualified to participate in Fengtian Tower.

Xin Zhuo was already immune to the attention of the crowd. He just took a cursory glance at the crowd, and then he was surprised to find that there were so many masters that it was easy to ignore them. He looked at the majestic palace and the misty clouds behind the crowd.

How many ancient monuments are there? Are they not published?

I really have no inspiration. I don’t know how to write to make it look better and better. Some people keep saying that the writing is getting worse and worse, and a lot of scalps will be scratched.
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