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Chapter two hundred and sixty fifth face saint

Why? Didn’t Ling Jue go to Luo Ting, the junction with Yihuang? Didn’t they send someone to intercept him?

How could he be alive? And he came back intact?

Jin Zhenghao was about to follow Jin Yan's gaze that had been stunned for a long time, but was stopped by Jin Yan's cold shout: "Don't look back, he is looking at us."

Jin Zhenghao didn't have time to react, and the next second he was pulled and pulled to a corner of the wall.

This is just a screen wall that has not been carved yet, which was temporarily piled up by craftsmen, but they did not expect that they would provide the father and son of the family for hiding.

"Yan'er, what's going on?" The feeling of being in the clouds these days was really free. Jin Zhenghao could not imagine that the feeling of falling from the clouds suddenly was so sober and real. In an instant, he had to be the little official who was good at flattering in front of that person.

"It must be those idiots who failed." Jin Yan gritted his teeth, raised the corner of his mouth, and confirmed that he was showing a flattering smile, and then said to Jin Zhenghao: "Dad, it's not a solution to avoid it like this, we have to go out."

"Isn't this Prince Jue?" Jin Yan cleaned up his clothes, and before Jin Zhenghao could say anything, he slowly walked out from behind the screen wall, his tone and expression as if he had not known in advance: "I haven't seen each other for a while."

Ling Jue nodded and saw Jin Zhenghao, who was following Jin Yan and looked bad, "Young Master Jin, uncle Jin, I really have some private matters to deal with."

Ling Jue finished speaking in a hurry and wanted to bow and say goodbye. He had no good impression of the father and son, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was disgusted with him. When his son just liked to get close to others, in fact, they had never even met each other several times.

As for Jin Zhenghao, he is obviously the one who is the father, but he always puts his son's ideas first in everything. He is really a person who has no opinion.

He was not willing to have a close relationship with such two people. The so-called polite caress about his well-being is just a matter of face.

Seeing this, the father and son of the Jin family didn't say anything else. They politely bowed and left in the direction outside the palace gate to give up.

However, when both sides left, they each had their own thoughts, Ling Jue rushed to the hall where His Majesty discussed the matter without hesitation. Now Zheng Hao and his son are more concerned.

Jin Yan held Jin Zhenghao with one hand, and although he kept caring about it, "Father, hurry up." But his whole body was full of thoughts on Ling Jue who had passed away.

He noticed that the footsteps did not hesitate at all and gradually moved away. When he could not hear any footsteps, Jin Yan had just confirmed that Ling Jue was no longer close.

Then he calmed down and looked sideways: "I will be in trouble in the future."

Jin Zhenghao couldn't see the long term for a while, so he thought that Ling Jue had the fate to return to Kyoto, but he missed a great opportunity to take his life. He couldn't help but feel upset: "This kid's life is too long, and he can't even die like this."

"Yes." Jin Yan did not just agree. He withdrew his hand holding Jin Zhenghao and stepped out of the palace gate on his own.

It is not difficult to imagine that Ling Jue hurriedly entered the palace just now, and the matter should be Luo Ting.

I just hope that those people did not reveal a word about their current family affairs, and maybe there would be a chance to slowly draw them.

"Are you worried that they found us?" Jin Zhenghao, who was returning home with Jin Yan, sat upright, with uneasiness faintly revealing his eyebrows.

"There is no airtight wall in the world." Jin Yan's eyes were closed, but looking at his calm sitting posture, he inexplicably gave people the illusion that the situation was not too serious.

Jin Zhenghao breathed a sigh of relief, and only heard Jin Yan remain silent for a long time before speaking: "It is not necessary to be too hasty in this matter. Be careful that we have no silver here."

He just took the initiative to come forward to say hello to Ling Jue, just to explore the truth and reality. Otherwise, if they had been hiding in the dark at this time, Ling Jue might not have been able to find them. Why should he come forward and show up?

From Ling Jue's cold tone and arrogant self-conception through high school, Jin Yan can at least confirm something. That is, Ling Jue escaped from death by luck, and today he hurried to the palace to report to His Majesty's discovery of this trip, and his attitude towards them was even more disdainful.

It is enough to know that Ling Jue doesn't know who sent the group out. He should be more vigilant now, knowing that someone in Beijing wants to take his life. He just doesn't know who he should be vigilant.

As a result, Jin Yan's plan was once again in his mind, and he whispered in Jin Zhenghao's ear: "Dad, my son has an idea."

After autumn, Ling Jue has always been used to the single clothes he wears only decreases and does not increase. Today, he is rarely a reversal when he enters the palace. He also wears a snow-white cloak with cloud patterns in dark patterns on the side of his close-fitting wide-sleeved robe, which adds a little more noble than before.

However, this superficial nobleness caused Mingye to sneer, "You have been to Luoting for a few days, why did your temperament change drastically after you come back? I am used to seeing you as if you only had a plain clothes in Qiuri, which makes it really awkward to look like this."

After looking at it for a few more times, Mingye seemed to be laughing: "It's better to take it off."

Although Ling Jue was not very thrilling along the way, he finally rushed through layers of encirclement and attack before returning to Kyoto.

"Where is the place where His Majesty said so lightly?" There are only a few days to say goodbye to Kyoto. After careful calculation, I am afraid it will be almost more than a month.

After lifting the collar of the top, Ling Jue took out an account book from his arms and presented it to Mingye: "Return to Your Majesty, this is exactly what I found in Luo Ting."

Luo Ting? He could make Ling Jue so cautious and not ask anything more, Ming Ye understood.

No wonder Ling Jue dressed up like this when he entered the palace today. Such a dress would be dull on others, but when it comes to Ling Jue, there is definitely something else.

He should have thought of: "Is this account a proof to overthrow them?"

Another important reason why the wise king can firmly sit in the country is that they often have some of their own concerns in their hearts. The same is true for Mingye. Although it has been less than a year since he ascended the throne and became emperor, Mingye is still mentally prepared for many of the accumulated problems inside and outside the court.

Ling Jue nodded, and without further ado, Ming Ye saw the palace servants serving the left and right: "I guess, no one will let you go back to Kyoto alive."

It is rare that His Majesty is so clear-headed that Ling Jue felt a little comforted: "This matter is very important. How many people in Luoting Ganyu are building a plank road openly but secretly traveling to Chencang, and how many people are involved in Yihuang's unclear relationship, I dare not make arbitrary judgments."

Ling Jue's brows frowned, and it seemed that he was much more distressed than the emperor who was in the world: "But, this account book comes from the residence of the prefect Chang, so it must be that this matter has nothing to do with him."

If it weren't for the sudden visit of the killers from Kyoto, the trip would never have ended in a hurry. All Ling Jue could report to Ming Ye was the fog that could not be untied.

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