What's going on?

how so?

Wasn't it meant to treat injuries? Why did it look like he was being robbed and killed instead?

"...we don't know, we don't know..."

The two followers in the room, who looked almost crazy, kowtowed and repeated these words.

Mr. Gu and Eunuch Jing who followed were shocked firstly by the scene and secondly by the reactions of the two followers.

These two followers followed them all the way in from outside the city. Not to mention seeing blood, their expressions remained unchanged even when facing dozens of people fighting.

Why do you feel so frightened now that you are going crazy?

Could it be that there was really another ambush in the palace that took the opportunity to kidnap and kill the princess of Jin'an County?

"I told you to let a few more people follow you," Eunuch Jing said.

"You shouldn't run around at this time." Mr. Gu said with a frown.

"They were not robbed or killed." Eunuch Jing said, pointing to Zhou Hui lying on the other side.

Zhou Hui's body was also stained with blood and his clothes were messy.

Eunuch Jin quickly walked over.

"Your Highness, Mr. Zhou is fine." He said with an excited expression, "Look, look, his wound has actually healed."

He stretched out his hand and pulled Zhou Hui's clothes open, exposing his chest to everyone.

There were several obvious cuts on his chest, but the fatal arrow that shot into his heart was gone, and there were no traces of the arrow wounds.

“It was already cold when it was delivered.”

"Your Highness, please touch it. Mr. Zhou's body is hot."

Prince Jin'an stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, but did not look at Zhou Hui at all.

Who cares how he is, whether he is cold or hot, what does it matter.

He staggered closer to Cheng Jiaoniang.

Eunuch Jing stopped talking and looked away.

He is a person who has killed people. Whether a person is dead or alive can be seen at a glance.

The woman lying in a pool of blood in front of her was lifeless.

Prince Jin'an stretched out his hand, but he was trembling and did not dare to touch the person in front of him.

"There are injuries everywhere."

Doctor Li climbed in and choked with sobs.

"It's all injuries."

There are injuries and injuries everywhere, lying on the ground like a rag doll that falls apart at the slightest movement.

fraud!

fraud!

"Fang Bocong, I want to live a good life with you, so I have to do something."

"You have what you should do, and I have what I should do. It's not that I don't care about myself or you, nor that I don't believe in you. There are some things that only I can do, and I do them with a certain degree of certainty.

"

fraud!

Didn’t you say you were confident before doing it? Aren’t you confident?

I believe in you, I believe in you, that’s why I asked you to do it. Look what you did?

Prince Jin'an looked at his hand and touched her once, and it was stained with blood, a lot of blood.

Look what you did?

You lied to me, you lied to me!

I believed in you so much, but you lied to me. You simply can't do it.

He buried his body, his head pressed against the blood, and sobbed silently.

………………………………….

The sky was bright, and groups of soldiers were walking through the streets. The streets of the capital lacked the bustle and bustle of the past, and revealed the solemnity of late autumn.

Qin Shijiao walked through it, and he was no stranger to these soldiers.

These are the soldiers under Fu Yin. The imperial city and the capital are controlled by the garrison, while the city is handed over to the Fu soldiers.

Of course, this is not a lot of trust in Fu Yin. If nothing unexpected happens, Mr. Fu Yin, who entered the imperial city last night, will not be able to come out at this time, and a new person will take over his responsibilities.

This is just the beginning.

Minister Qin walked into the cell. The cell was overcrowded and there were groans and cries everywhere.

The dead bodies on the streets after last night's melee have been cleared away, and those who were injured and arrested were locked up in the jail at the nearest government office, waiting to die or be sent to the army.

"Thirteen!"

Qin Shijiao searched all the way, and finally saw the person he was looking for under the guidance of several followers.

There were more than a dozen people lying or sitting in the cell, and Qin Hu stood out among them.

"Thirteen." Qin Shizhong shouted and rushed in, "Where are you injured? Are you injured anywhere?"

However, Qin Hu still sat motionless with his head lowered, allowing Qin Shi to ask questions and look through it.

There were no sword injuries. Judging from the wear and tear on his clothes, there should be injuries to his muscles and bones from a fall.

The entourage said that they were scattered in the street. When the garrison gained the upper hand, the soldiers gave up their resistance.

I didn't expect the garrison to enter the city, and with the garrison's crossbows flying, these government soldiers who were arresting thieves and setting fires to maintain public order had seen such a scene, and they immediately dispersed.

There were no fatal injuries to his body, but he probably suffered a lot of damage to his heart.

Unexpectedly, it failed in the end, and people’s calculations are not as good as others’ calculations.

"Thirteen, it's nothing." Minister Qin patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Let's go home."

Qin Hu remained motionless.

"Thirteen, what's wrong with you?" Qin Shidao asked with a frown.

Qin Hu raised his head.

"I don't understand." He said slowly.

I don’t understand why it failed?

I don’t understand why the garrison suddenly sided with Prince Jin’an at the last moment?

Yes, I really can’t understand it.

In fact, there is nothing they don't understand. They underestimated him. It turns out that the business is deeper than they knew. Perhaps it started from the moment he stayed in the capital as a delivery boy.

But these words were not meant to be said here. When Qin Shidao patted his son on the shoulder.

"I don't understand." Qin Hu still said.

Qin Shitou frowned, sensing that something was wrong with his son, and a follower whispered a few words.

Zhou Hui...

I see.

"Qin Hu." Minister Qin frowned, grabbed Qin Hu's shoulders, and asked him to look at him, "If you don't understand, then you have really disappointed your father. Don't you really understand?"

Don’t you understand that different ways do not work together?

Don’t you understand that your surname is Qin and his surname is Zhou?

The party is fighting for the government, and life and death are at stake. Don’t you understand what you are doing?

Qin Hu raised his head and leaned against the wall and smiled.

"Father," he said, "I just don't understand because I understand so well."

"I don't understand why he didn't shoot me."

"I don't know why I shot him."

"I obviously want to do good for them, I obviously want to help them, but why, the result is like this?"

Qin Shi said he was helpless and a little annoyed.

"That's because he doesn't understand." He whispered, unwilling to say more here, waving his hands to the entourage, "Take the young master back."

Qin Hu was pulled up.

"He doesn't understand?" He still murmured.
To be continued...