Chapter 727 Admiration (6)
But let's not talk about it. This matter is of great importance. If Xie Jingxing knew about this matter himself, it would have caused a big mistake. He would no longer have to be a personal guard, and he might even lose his life.
Between loyalty and life, Tieyi decisively chose the latter.
He said: "Su Mingfeng of the Su family, Luo Ling of the Luo family, and Feng Zixian, the eldest son of the Feng family, have all come to the Shen residence."
"Feng Zixian?" The young man turned, stared into Tieyi's eyes, and asked, "Why did Feng Zixian come to visit?"
Tie Yi felt a chill down his spine, and he said with a stiff upper lip, "Because Shen Xin is anxious to marry off Miss Shen Wu, there's news in the palace that the Crown Prince intends to marry Miss Shen Wu as a concubine. The Shen family doesn't want Miss Shen Wu to marry into the Eastern Palace, and they want to marry her off before the imperial edict comes down. Miss Feng and Miss Shen Wu are good friends, so they specifically asked my brother to come and help them out..."
"When did the news come out from the palace?" Xie Jingxing asked slowly, but his voice seemed to be coated with a layer of ice.
Tie Yi didn't dare to look Xie Jing Xing in the eye at all, his head almost bowed to the ground, and said, "Five days ago."
"The news from five days ago is only arriving now?" Xie Jingxing smiled instead of getting angry. Anger flashed across his beautiful peach blossom eyes. He said, "I didn't even realize when I started raising a bunch of useless people."
The air in the room suddenly turned cold, even colder than outside. Even with the warm charcoal fire, the pigeon on the table only cooed softly and retracted its head into its feathers.
Tieyi wanted to cry but had no tears, but he had to finish what he hadn't said yet, and said: "The palace sent a message to the Shen family today, saying that Miss Shen Wu will come to the palace alone tomorrow. The Queen has something to discuss with her."
Before he finished speaking, the handsome young man in purple flashed to the door. He casually pulled off a hanging fox fur coat and put it on, saying in a cold voice, "Prepare the horses."
Tieyi was stunned: "Master, isn't it tomorrow morning..."
Xie Jingxing glanced at him coldly. Tieyi shuddered and dared not say anything.
That night, a snowy storm raged, the chill piercing the bones. Some tossed and turned in their warm beds, unable to sleep, while others plotted murder and robbery in their opulent mansions. Some took it for granted, dwelling in the palace and directing state affairs, while others rode their BMWs across thousands of miles, braving the harsh day and snow.
Some were happy, some were sad, some were anxious, and some were elated. The vast landscape of Ming and Qi was picturesque, the capital of Ding was bustling with joy and happiness, and as the New Year approached, laughter and happiness filled the air. Yet, no one could see the turbulent storm beneath the calm surface.
In a room in Prince Ding's mansion, someone was playing chess with himself.
The man was dressed in a sparse blue shirt. The chessboard on the table was scattered and disorganized, with white pieces and black stones intertwined in an extremely complicated pattern. He pondered each move for a long time, as if he had reached a bottleneck, unable to make a move with the black piece in his hand.
The light flickered slightly, almost going out. He stood up and refilled the lamp, and the room was bright again. This man had a bright and clear face, and he looked like a modest gentleman. He seemed to have a proud and unyielding heart, but his face was sad and depressed, with an unshakable sadness.
This person was Pei Lang.
Pei Lang looked out the window at the windy and snowy night and sighed deeply.
Fu Xiuyi's move was indeed a good one. Whether it succeeded or failed, it had nothing to do with Fu Xiuyi. Regardless of the outcome, whether it was the Crown Prince, the Prince of Zhou or the Prince of Li, or the Shen family, it was all a good thing for Fu Xiuyi.
In such a chess game, Shen Miao had almost no other options. Even if there were, it would be a very bad strategy. In this game, Fu Xiuyi would definitely win.
Pei Lang was a little worried about Shen Miao.
He didn't know why he was worried about Shen Miao. If Shen Miao died, he could follow Fu Xiuyi with a clear conscience. Fu Xiuyi relied on him very much. If he was not mistaken, this man had the talent of an emperor. In the future, he would also rise to the sky, enjoy endless wealth and glory, and be able to better protect Liuying in secret.
However, he still didn’t want Shen Miao to lose.
Fu Xiuyi suspected there was a traitor in the palace these days and doubled the guards in Prince Ding's mansion, so not even a fly could fly in, let alone pass any news out. He had no way to communicate with Shen Miao through letters and could only worry in the dark.
He heard that Shen Miao would go to the palace alone tomorrow. Coincidentally, he would also go to the palace tomorrow. Although he was Fu Xiuyi's staff, he was also a small official.
Shen Miao has no other way out. At the end of her rope, will there be any other chance of survival?
After a moment, Pei Lang looked at the chessboard in front of him. It was already a dead end, and there was no point in continuing. He placed one hand on the corner of the table and suddenly made a backhand move.
With just a slight lift, all the chess pieces on the board fell to the ground in an instant, big and small, making a crisp sound when they landed on the ground.
The ground was a mess.
In the original situation, nothing could be seen.
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