Rong Zhen and his party were gradually approaching Yanjing, but the closer they got to Yanjing, the more uneasy Rong Zhen felt, as if something bad was about to happen.

At this moment, he saw Lu Zheng's face was pale, obviously because the previous injury had not healed and he forced himself to ride a horse and it was torn. He sighed lightly and said loudly: "Take a rest for a while."

The accompanying guards reined in their horses, and Rong Zhen personally helped Lu Zheng dismount and asked: "How is it? Can you still hold on?"

Lu Zheng nodded: "Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Seeing Rong Zhen's solemn face, he asked, "What's the matter?"

Rong Zhen said: "I always feel a little uneasy in my heart. I don't know what is waiting for me in Yanjing..."

Lu Zheng frowned and said: "It's indeed a bit strange. Why did His Majesty hurriedly ask you to return to Beijing? The messenger only announced the death of the emperor, but didn't mention the new emperor at all. Isn't it strange?"

"That's right." Rong Zhen said, "I originally wanted to go to the capital quickly, but now I think it's better to be careful."

Song Zhiyi said on the side: "But the news from Ye Xiao is still normal! Are you too worried?"

They received news from Ye Xiao who stayed in Yanjing yesterday, saying that Emperor Yongning died suddenly and did not issue a decree of succession. The second prince and the fourth prince were fighting for the throne, and Yanjing was in chaos.

Rong Zhen said, "That's why I find it strange. The King of Wei has been making frequent moves recently, but why is he silent at this critical moment?"

Nie Zhishu stood on the same side as Song Zhiyi this time: "Maybe the King of Wei is standing behind those two princes?"

Rong Zhen shook his head. Although he had never really dealt with the King of Wei, he intuitively thought that with this man's pride, he would never be inferior to his two nephews. It was because of this thought that he slowed down and did not rush as fast as before. There were not many guards around them, and another large army led by Su Dai was divided into small groups and quietly approached Yanjing, waiting for his order.

Nie Zhishu asked, "What are you worried about, Master?"

"I'm afraid that Yanjing is not what we thought." Rong Zhen paused, then said, "We will split into two groups. Zhishu and I will be in the light, and the two of you will be in the dark with a few guards. If anything happens, don't be impulsive and go find Su Dai." After

he said this, Song Zhiyi and Nie Zhishu, who had originally been indifferent, also looked frightened. Song Zhiyi hurriedly said, "Since it's dangerous, why don't I and the big guy be in the light, and my cousin and Young Master Lu be in the dark!"

"If there is really something, it is directed at me. What's the point of you being out in the open?" Seeing that Song Zhiyi still wanted to argue, Rong Zhen stopped him, "There is nothing to argue about such things. Besides, this is just my precautionary measure. After all, there is no bad news from Yanjing now. Maybe you are just worrying about nothing."

Lu Zheng felt heavy in his heart. He did not argue like Song Zhiyi. He was very calm. He knew that his kung fu was weak. If something happened, it would only be a burden. It is better to be in the dark and leave it alone. Even if something happens, it is better than dragging Rong Zhen down in the open.

Rong Zhen took a look at him and immediately understood what he was thinking. This made him a little happy and a little sad. He knew that Lu Zheng was not unwilling to live and die with him, but he knew his advantages better. If it were someone else, they might still have a grudge against him, but he just felt more and more distressed and loved him more and more.

Lu Zheng pulled Song Zhiyi over: "I know, we will pay attention."

Song Zhiyi was still a little indignant, but he also knew the intention of Rong Zhen's arrangement, so he had to say: "In this case, let's meet at Shili Slope outside Yanjing City."

Rong Zhen nodded: "There is no time to waste, we will go first."

"You... have a safe trip." Lu Zheng felt a little mixed, and the premonition of uncertainty became heavier.

Rong Zhen suddenly stretched out his hand and held him tightly in his arms, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to rub Lu Zheng into his arms. His lips gently brushed Lu Zheng's temples, and he said in a low voice: "Let's get married when we return to Yanjing!"

Lu Zheng widened his eyes in his arms, as if he didn't understand what he was saying.

Rong Zhen smiled softly, and before he could react, he kissed him on the forehead, then jumped on the horse, whipped the horse and said, "Let's go!"

When the smoke from Rong Zhen and the others had cleared, Song Zhiyi looked at Lu Zheng, whose face was red, with ill intentions: "Master Lu, what did your cousin say to you just now? Why is your face red?"

Lu Zheng covered his face tightly and avoided answering: "Let's set off earlier... We can't let them wait too long."

Song Zhiyi He smiled and did not intend to expose him. Instead, he glanced at Lu Zheng's thigh and said, "Hurrying on the road is secondary. You should find a place to have a good rest tonight and bandage your wound, so that when you arrive in Yanjing... Hey, I haven't finished speaking!"

Lu Zheng had already mounted his horse again and said vaguely, "You talk slowly by yourself. I'm leaving first." Then he urged his horse to go to another road. The guards who were left behind did not dare to delay and were busy chasing after him.

With Song Zhiyi's ability, it was not difficult to catch up with them, so he was not in a hurry to get on the horse. Instead, he touched his chin and thought: "What did my cousin say? Why did this young master run away like a frightened squirrel?"

At this moment, the team responsible for killing the King of Chu, led by Han Zhu, also set up an ambush at the main road from the northern border to Yanjing. This place is called Yunjing Road. The hills on both sides are high, leaving only a four-horse parallel lane in the middle. The curve of Yunjing Road is very large. When passing by, the situation on the other side of the curve is completely invisible.

Han Zhu did not underestimate the King of Chu. He had read a lot of news about the other side in recent years and knew how powerful this enemy was. He would never underestimate the enemy. All his preparations were just to kill Rong Zhen with one strike. Therefore, he not only led people to ambush on the hillsides on both sides, but also had 500 archers and swordsmen waiting for them at the end of Yunjing Road.

Because they were afraid of being discovered by Rong Zhen and his men, the spies did not dare to get too close, so he was not sure where Rong Zhen and his men were, but it was only a matter of three or two days. As long as they passed Yunjing Road, they would be in hell and there would be no return!

In addition to the army, Han Zhu also brought two fire thunderbolts. Compared with the crude goods given to the Jie people before, these two fire thunderbolts were newly developed. One of them would kill everyone and everything. However, he would not use this thing unless it was absolutely necessary. Although he would not spare the life of the King of Chu, he would at least bring him a complete body.

The weather was a little hot. Han Zhu opened his collar a little, took a sip of water from the water bag, and then asked the personal soldier beside him: "Has the scout returned?"

The personal soldier shook his head: "It will probably take a while."

Han Zhu looked at the sky. The weather was very clear, without any wind, and a feeling of heat rushed directly to his head. Han Zhu took another sip of water, still feeling a little irritated. He stood up and looked towards the other end of Yunjing Road, but he didn't see anyone coming.

Han Zhu knew that the speed of the King of Chu and his men should not be so fast, but he always felt a little uneasy in his heart. This was just like the disappearance of Xuan Yi. It seemed to be just a small mistake, but they could not ignore it. Han Zhu had followed the King of Wei through life and death several times in recent years. He believed in his intuition more than anyone else. He was not prepared to stay here and wait any longer. He turned to the guards and said, "Choose a few people and follow me to take a look over there."

The guards took the order and left. They quickly picked up the people. Han Zhu did not waste his words and led the people around the hillside and went to the way Rong Zhen and his men came.

At this time, Lu Zheng and Song Zhiyi met an uninvited guest on the road. This person was Ye Wenguan.

Ye Wenguan was still wearing a wide-sleeved robe, gentle and polite, with a friendly smile. The two guards behind him were facing Lu Zheng and Song Zhiyi who were obviously anxious, but he said calmly: "Mr. Lu, long time no see."

Lu Zheng bowed: "Mr. Ye is still as elegant as ever, but I don't know what important matter you came to see us for?"

Ye Wenguan smiled: "Mr. Lu, what you said is interesting, why didn't I meet you by chance?"

Lu Zheng also calmed down at this moment. He knew that Ye Wenguan never shot without purpose. He winked at the impatient Song Zhiyi, and then said to Ye Wenguan: "With Mr. Ye's unparalleled physiognomy, there is no such thing as chance encounter in this world, only whether you want to see him or not."

"That's even more interesting!" Ye Wenguan clapped his hands and laughed, "I've long said that if you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to Yangzhou to find me. Now that the mountain doesn't come to me, I have to come to the mountain."

Lu Zheng was stunned: "What does Mr. Ye mean?"

Ye Wenguan glanced at the two guards beside him. The two men nodded at him and pulled the two horses over. Ye Wenguan rolled up his sleeves and stretched out his hand: "Please come in."

Before Lu Zheng could speak, Song Zhiyi couldn't help it: "Mr. Ye is so mysterious, what is the matter?" He knew that Ye Wenguan was a superb physiognomist, but when Rong Zhen forced him to come to Yanjing, this gentleman had probably never suffered such a loss in his life. Song Zhiyi didn't care whether he was mean or not, but at the moment their schedule was urgent and they couldn't drag it on with him like this.

Ye Wenguan smiled softly, but ignored Song Zhiyi. Instead, he said to Lu Zheng, "Mr. Lu, I owe you once. If you follow me, we will have paid it off this time."

Lu Zheng frowned. He didn't know why, but he trusted this acquaintance very much. He believed that Ye Wenguan would never do such a thing without reason, so he agreed without waiting for Song Zhiyi to speak, "Mr. Ye, I will go with you."

Song Zhiyi was helpless. He couldn't let Lu Zheng follow Ye Wenguan alone, so he could only change horses with him and follow Ye Wenguan in the opposite direction.