Xuan Tianhua and the others had no idea how the two horses fell over, but the carriage was not immune to the disaster and the people sitting inside were flipped out as expected.
Several people stared forward with eyes wide open, but unfortunately, the moon was dim tonight, the suburbs of Beijing were pitch black, and the distance was so far that even Xuan Tianhua and Anzou, who had a certain night vision ability, could not see the person lying on the ground clearly.
When they were anxious, suddenly, right beside them, a beam of light shone towards the overturned carriage. The light was not as wide as the moonlight, but it was like it was specially lit for the person who fell to the ground. It was in the shape of a column and shone very targetedly.
Xuan Tianhua didn't have time to think about the light. He looked at the point where the beam of light landed, and saw that the person who landed just happened to look up at them.
The man was in his thirties, with a tired look on his face, but the moment he raised his head, the tired look faded away and was replaced by a sly smile.
That face looked a lot like the third prince Xuan Tianye, and his stature was similar, but his eyes were different. Although Xuan Tianye had a conspiracy in his hands and was thinking about usurping the throne every day, his eyes were more fierce, not this kind of cunning with treachery.
While they were stunned, they saw that person raised his hand and wiped his face. In just that instant, the face that originally looked 90% like Xuan Tianye suddenly changed and turned into a completely unfamiliar face.
Xuan Tianhua subconsciously said: "Disguise."
Feng Yuheng stroked his forehead, "Is that really the case?" But then he became serious. Everyone looked at each other and saw the same idea in each other's eyes: Sure enough, we were fooled!
Xuan Tianhua pulled Feng Yuheng and said urgently, "Run!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice coming from the other end of the convoy - "Want to run? It's not that easy!"
In an instant, secret sentries came out from all directions and surrounded him and his five companions. Everyone in the convoy drew their swords and arrows. Waves of cold light were approaching, and a melee was about to break out.
At this time, in the mansion of the county lady in Jingcheng, Feng Zirui was pestering her third sister and acting like a spoiled child - "We will be going to the vigil soon, third sister, please take me with you! Let's go and come back quickly, we won't be discovered."
Xiangrong pouted and pinched his chubby face, shaking her head and saying, "If you insist on eating that red bean cake, I'll ask the servants to go out and buy some. We have to go over there to keep vigil in less than half an hour. If we come back too late, father will be unhappy again. Why should we bother him?"
"Third sister!" This child was very good at poking at people's soft spots. He knew what Xiangrong couldn't stand the most, so he desperately buried his little head in her arms, and arched his back like a little fat ball, so cute. "Third sister, you know I just want to go out for a walk, please take me with you, okay? Look, mother is resting, and grandpa is also resting. Let's go out quietly and tell the servants that we are going to Feng Mansion, okay?"
Xiangrong loves this younger brother the most, and it hurts so much when she holds him in her arms. Zirui used this trick to beg her, and the little girl couldn't resist. She had no choice but to nod and agree.
The two sneakily left the house and got on the carriage. The driver said with a bitter face, "Master, Third Miss, if the county lady knew about this, I would be scolded."
Zirui patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry! If my sister blames me, I will definitely support you. Let's go to the west of the city to buy some snacks!"
The coachman whipped the horse helplessly, and the carriage started galloping along the streets of the capital.
Zirui hadn't been back to Beijing for a long time and wanted to see what Beijing was like. Xiaopang held up the car window curtain and refused to put it down, so Xiangrong had no choice but to look outside as well.
But when the carriage drove out of the alley in front of Feng Mansion and went straight to the main street, she found that something was wrong after half an incense stick of time. The capital seemed a little different tonight. It was normal for soldiers to patrol the city at night, but she had seen soldiers patrolling the city before, carrying lanterns and swords, all in cloth. But tonight, the soldiers patrolling the city were wearing heavy armor, and the long swords were not sheathed, but held directly in their hands. The lanterns they carried were also much brighter than before, and... She thought carefully, the soldiers patrolling the city arranged by Jingzhao Yin used to carry long lanterns, why did these people change to round lanterns today?
This strange feeling became stronger as the carriage headed westward. More and more heavily armored officers and soldiers caught her eye. Even Zi Rui noticed it and asked in confusion, "Is it because the flood just happened that the capital is not peaceful and the night patrols are so strict?"
Xiang Rong knew that this was certainly not the case. The flood was an external matter. There was no flood in the capital. The refugees outside the city had also been resettled and it was impossible for them to cause trouble. There was something wrong with these heavily armored officers and soldiers.
It was not too late yet, and there were still some people on the street. The restaurants and teahouses were still doing business. The dim sum shop they were going to was also closed late, and Zirui only had the last five pieces of red bean cake he wanted to eat.
Zirui wanted to stay outside for a while longer, but Xiangrong refused. She used Feng Ye's funeral as an excuse and told him, "After all, it's our grandmother's funeral. We can just sneak out to buy some snacks. If we go somewhere else, I'm afraid people will see us and gossip about us."
Zirui was also a sensible child. After hearing Rong's words, he stopped asking and took the initiative to say to the driver, "Let's go back home!"
Zirui was a little tired on the way back, and didn't look at the street view outside. But Xiangrong was more energetic and took the initiative to lift the car curtain to look outside. However, the action of lifting the curtain was very small, only daring to show a pair of eyes, but even so, she still saw an acquaintance.
She squinted her eyes and looked into the alley opposite. Although the carriage was running fast, she still saw a round lantern suddenly fall to the ground. Then, a long lantern immediately lit up, reflecting a familiar face - Bu Cong.
She saw Bu Cong, and the carriage had already gone far away in a moment, but she could still see Bu Cong's face clearly. And the two lanterns lit up alternately, and it turned out that the man holding the round lantern died suddenly, someone stabbed him in the chest with a knife, and the man fell down, the lantern went out, and a new replacement came.
Xiangrong's heart was pounding, and she pulled down the curtain with her hands shaking.
Zi Rui saw that something was wrong with her and asked in confusion, "Third sister, what's wrong with you? You look so bad."
Xiangrong shook his head and said, "It's okay. Let's go back quickly and don't delay the vigil."
Zirui nodded and asked the driver to hurry up!
The coachman was very happy that the two young masters wanted to go home quickly, so he immediately whipped the horses and the carriage went much faster.
Finally they arrived at the gate of Feng Mansion. Xiangrong took Zirui out of the car and personally escorted Zirui to the gate. Then he handed him to He Zhong and instructed him, "Send the young master to the mourning hall."
Zi Rui asked her puzzledly: "Third sister, what about you? Aren't you going in?"
Xiangrong lied to him and said, "Sister wants to go back to the county lady's mansion to change clothes. You go first, and the third sister will be here soon." After saying that, she pushed him and said, "Go quickly!"
Seeing He Zhong holding Zi Rui's hand and walking through the front yard to the Peony Courtyard, Xiang Rong quickly turned around and ran to the County Lord's Mansion. When she reached the door, she asked the Imperial Guards, "Second sister didn't leave the house, right?"
The soldier guarding the gate was stunned for a moment, then said, "They left the house a long time ago. The county lady had already left with two maids before the second young lady and the young master left. They left on horseback."
"Not in the mansion?" She was anxious. She stamped her feet, turned around and got back into the carriage.
The driver was stunned: "Miss San, where are you going?"
Xiangrong lowered his voice and said, "Hurry, let's go to Prince Chun's Mansion." The driver was stunned, obviously a little surprised, but Xiangrong suddenly looked sharp and warned him, "Hurry up and don't ask any more questions."
The coachman was startled, and suddenly felt that the Third Young Lady had the influence of the Second Young Lady, so without asking any more questions, he whipped the horse and galloped towards Prince Chun's mansion.
She prayed silently along the way that nothing would happen. Fortunately, the carriage arrived safely at the gate of Prince Chun's Mansion. She lifted the curtain and looked behind the carriage to see that no one was following, so she got off quickly.
The guards in front of Prince Chun's mansion knew Xiangrong. After all, she had been here before, and during the flood, she went around the capital to collect clothes. Although it was late at night, she was the sister of Princess Ji'an after all. She must have something to do when she came here at this time, but...but His Highness was not here!
Before Xiangrong could speak, a guard asked her, "Miss San is here to see His Highness?"
Xiangrong nodded: "Yes, I have something urgent to discuss with His Majesty the Seventh Prince. Quick, help me pass the message."
"His Highness is not in the mansion!" The guard stamped his feet, "Why don't you go inside and wait!"
"Not here?" Xiangrong was a little overwhelmed. Something obviously happened in the capital, but the second sister and the Seventh Prince were not here. What should she do?
She stood at the gate of Prince Chun's mansion and thought for a while, and finally made another decision. She got back in the car and told the driver, "Let's go to Prince Chun's mansion!"
The driver thought his Third Miss must be crazy. Although he didn't dare to ask why she was going to Prince Yu's Palace again, his intuition told him that something was wrong, otherwise Third Miss wouldn't be so anxious. So he whipped the horse faster and the carriage rushed all the way to Prince Yu's Palace.
Rong had been to Prince Chun's Mansion before, but this was her first time to Prince Yu's Mansion, and she came alone. Fortunately, she had been with Feng Yuheng for a long time, had a lot of contact with Xuan Tianming, and had eaten reunion dinner together, so she didn't seem too unfamiliar.
Finally, the carriage stopped in front of Prince Yu's Palace again. Rong wanted to jump out of the carriage, but when he looked up, he felt that something seemed a little strange in front of Prince Yu's Palace.
Although they were both palaces, the number of guards here was more than three times that of Prince Chun's palace. The entire palace was almost surrounded. The guards all looked serious, which immediately made her connect all this with the unusual movements in the capital. She was a little nervous and stood at the door at a loss.
Fortunately, someone recognized her and came forward to ask, "Are you the third young lady of the Feng family?"
Xiangrong finally came to his senses and remembered the purpose of his visit, so he quickly said, "It's me. I have something urgent to ask to see His Highness the Ninth Prince. Is he in the mansion?"
Thank God, the servant nodded and said, "Your Highness is here, Miss Third, please follow me."
She followed the man all the way to Prince Yu's Palace, not caring to look around. She didn't know how far she had walked when she heard singing and dancing ahead, followed by a person's voice. He said, "Ninth brother, do you think this sword is really an ancient artifact?"
The voice startled her and she stopped suddenly...
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