Three Hundred and Sixty-Eight: The Storm in Beijing (25)

Xu Ke frowned in worry. If Jiang Pengji said so, when could they leave Shangjing City?

Could it be that they had to wait for the emperor to die, and then several princes and Changshou Wang would have a showdown?

By that time, the world would have been torn apart. ＷｗΔＷ． 『ＬｉｅＷｅｎ． Ｃｃ

Seeing Xu Ke's worries, Jiang Pengji sneered.

"It won't take that long. We just need to wait for the opportunity."

If nothing else, as long as Huijun can get close to the emperor and charm him, it will not be difficult to leave Shangjing City.

"But..." Xu Ke was worried, and he always felt that things were not that simple.

Jiang Pengji said, "Do you think... several princes and the ambitious Changshou Wang have the patience to wait for the emperor to die?"

Xu Ke was struck by lightning when he heard this, and something in his mind seemed to explode.

"My dear, do you mean... to force the emperor to abdicate?"

"It's hard to say. But looking at the short history of the Dongqing royal family, there are records of killing fathers and brothers?"

Jiang Pengji said sarcastically. Except for the founding emperor, the thrones of the other Dongqing emperors were not legitimate, and this scandal was known to the world. Today's emperor seems to have to repeat the fate of his ancestors, being watched covetously by his younger brother and son.

This game depends on who can't help but take action first. The first bird to stand out will be shot.

Compared to Xu Ke's impatience, Jiang Pengji seemed to be sitting quietly on the fishing platform, leisurely and contented.

Suddenly she thought of something, and she smiled strangely and coldly, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. What's wrong with being under house arrest in Shangjing? This emperor doesn't have the courage to make things difficult for the noble families, let alone lock him up for life. We only need an opportunity to leave Shangjing safely. Before that, Xiaoyu should just think of himself as a vacationer in Shangjing, and rest assured... I will support you if the sky falls."

Xu Ke smiled bitterly, feeling at ease, "My dear, you can keep your composure, so I will accompany you to the end."

As soon as the voice fell, the carriage fell into silence again. Jiang Pengji put her fingers together, her eyes slightly lowered, and her cold expression showed no emotion at all.

The carriage traveled for another distance, and she suddenly asked.

"Xiaoyu,

Under what circumstances do you think the emperor would call the Changshou King who lived in the back of the capital to Shangjing?"

Xu Ke was startled, subconsciously thought about this question, and said decisively, "This is impossible."

"Why?" Jiang Pengji asked.

Xu Ke replied, "The whole court knows that Prince Changshou is forming a clique for personal gain. Even if the emperor is obsessed with beauty and neglects government affairs, he is so afraid of death that how could he summon this ambitious wolf to the capital? If so, wouldn't it be like inviting a wolf into the house?"

"Yes, I think so too."

Jiang Pengji nodded in agreement. She didn't see any advantages in the emperor, but there were countless defects.

Although the emperor is now incompetent, he was able to kill the previous emperor and ascend the throne from Prince Gongshun of Hejian. He can't be a complete fool.

If he was in a normal mind, how could he summon Prince Changshou to the capital at such a time of panic?

Xu Ke asked her, "Why do you ask this suddenly, my dear?"

"I suddenly remembered a friend's advice before he left." Jiang Pengji said with a faint expression.

After saying that, a light and upright figure like pine and bamboo appeared in her mind.

Wei Ci is not a person who shoots without purpose. Since he asked her to guard against Prince Changshou accepting the imperial edict and leading troops into the capital, there must be a reason.

Xu Ke thought over and over again, frowning, "If the assumption is true, there may be three possibilities. First, the candidate the emperor prefers is not the fourth son, but the youngest son left by the previous emperor, Prince Changshou. But thinking about what happened in the past few years, the possibility of this guess is almost zero. Second, if something unexpected happens in the capital, the 100,000 imperial guards will be useless, forcing the emperor to summon Prince Changshou..."

However, the probability of these two possibilities mentioned by Xu Ke is too low, and they are almost no longer considered.

"What about the third way?"

Xu Ke said, "Falsely convey the emperor's will."

Jiang Pengji's heart skipped a beat, "Falsely conveying the emperor's will is indeed a method."

Shangjing today is a huge cage. Jiang Pengji is sharp-eyed and perceptive. He found that the area where the dignitaries live is full of spies. These spies are disguised as servants, maids or vendors from all walks of life in the mansion, and they are watching for twelve hours a day.

As they were approaching the mansion, Jiang Pengji glanced and stopped Xu Ke from speaking.

The two of them stepped on the sedan chair and got off the car one after another, and returned to the mansion as usual.

At this time, the audience in the live broadcast room also smelled the unusual atmosphere and kept asking.

[Dora Ai Meng]: Host, host, have you been unable to leave Shangjing recently?

[Old Driver Lian Meng]: Host, they seem to be under house arrest. Emperor Dongqing is still alive and trying to die.

[Smuggling non-Africans]: Oh, I bet fifty cents that the anchor, with his petty temper, will definitely find a way to retaliate.

Most of the audience are ordinary spectators. It’s okay to watch the fun, but when it comes to such brain-burning things, they react a beat slower.

The audience in the live broadcast room seems to have a blind trust in Jiang Pengji. After following the live broadcast for several years, they have not seen anyone who can really make Jiang Pengji lose face. Even if there is, it is just a joke, and the anchor is broad-minded and doesn’t take it to heart.

Of course, there are many voices of opposition.

[Love spicy strips the most]: Bullshit, are you all crazy? The anchor has no achievements now. Even if she has a father who is awesome, it’s still too late to help. If the emperor of the feudal dynasty wants to attack her, can she still go to heaven?

[Divine Beast Alpaca]: Well, I like this live broadcast room the most. I can always see hundreds of thousands of idiots praising an ordinary anchor.

[Old Driver Lian Meng]: Haha, I can see that there are indeed many staffs in this live broadcast room. Who of you still remembers the anchor's skills? Not to mention flying over the eaves and walking on the walls, at least he can leave Shangjing City safely. It's not a question of whether to leave or not, but when to leave.

Whether it is a barrage of worry or slander, Jiang Pengji ignored it all.

Strength is something that is said out of thin air. Only what is truly done can be solid.

Although it is "house arrest", except for not being able to leave the city, there is no restriction on personal freedom. In fact, she is quite happy.

More than half a month later, Jiang Pengji and Shangjingdu patrol Huang Song "ran into each other" several times. After a few visits, they became friends. They also brought a naughty child Feng Jue with them. The three of them often drank tea and watched plays together... The place for drinking tea and watching plays is naturally not suitable for children.

Feng Jin was speechless when he learned about this: "..."

Leaning leisurely on the table, a row of musicians played music and sang songs in a corner of the room. The soft Wu dialect songs were so sweet that they went straight to the heart.

Jiang Pengji peeled peanuts and stuffed them into her mouth one by one.

This thing is said to have come from the barbarian land north of Zhongzhao. It is very crispy when fried.