As soon as Fukang entered the door, he saw Zhao Jin sitting there upright, looking at him with dark eyes. The most incredible thing was that he actually smiled at him.
Fukang didn't dare to take any other action for a while. He thought about it, he hadn't done anything to offend His Royal Highness recently.
Finally, I thought decisively, maybe I just opened the door and went in without hearing His Highness the Crown Prince's permission.
So he ran out with familiar little steps, closed the door, bang-dang-dang, and knocked several times.
Zhao Jin almost died laughing when he saw him like this.
"Come in."
Fukang opened the door and came in. He handed the piece of paper to Zhao Jin as if he was offering a treasure.
"Your Highness, look, a carrier pigeon was fluttering in front of my bed just now. I took it down and saw that this carrier pigeon was not raised by us."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince raised his eyebrows, "So."
Fukang's eyes widened in surprise.
Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince couldn't see such an obvious thing?
"Your Highness, this carrier pigeon is not ours, and he has a note here, which only means that this carrier pigeon belongs to someone else, and it means that this note is also for someone else."
Zhao Jin pretended to understand, nodded calmly and said.
"What's written on it?"
Fukang became even more excited when he said this.
"Your Highness, there is a Korean female agent in our East Palace, and now we have to find this female agent."
"Then how can we find this female cadre?"
Fukang scratched the back of his head, then looked confused.
"Your Highness, you asked me to find out how to find this female official. I, I really don't know how to find her."
Zhao Jin threatened him, "You can't even handle this. What's the use of leaving you alone? Why don't you take me out and behead you?"
When Fukang heard this, his legs were weak with fear.
"No, no, Your Highness, Fukang didn't wake up today. I'll help His Highness tomorrow."
Zhao Jin laughed loudly, "I won't make fun of you anymore, come on, come with me to find out that Korean masterpiece."
Fukang nodded like he was pounding garlic.
"His Royal Highness is wise, this servant knows that he is not with the wrong person."
He followed Zhao Jin and kept chattering out the door. Zhao Jin raised his hand to signal him not to speak.
Fukang calmed down.
A few of them finally arrived at Leng Gong.
Fukang was surprised, why did His Highness the Crown Prince bring him here? Could it be that he was looking for some beauty that the emperor had ruined.
Then he threw all these unrealistic ideas out of his mind.
The few of them were waiting quietly, and suddenly Fukang looked up and saw a dark figure.
He was about to scream when Zhao Jin had the foresight to block his mouth.
"Don't make any noise, those are our people."
This eunuch also has two fingers on his hand. If you don't look carefully, you can't see anything.
After a while, two cuckoos suddenly came from the corner.
At first glance, this cry sounds like the sound of a cuckoo bird, but if you look closely, you will find that it is the sound of a human being.
That is to say, in just a few seconds, the man jumped off the wall, and there was another man on the other side of the wall. The two of them caught the detail together.
Only when he pulled the detail in front of Zhao Jin did he see his appearance clearly.
This person is really the little plum who usually helps him change his clothes. Such a loyal and honest person is actually a Korean craftsman.
Zhao Jin glanced at him lightly and asked, "How many years have you been with me?"
Xiao Lizi trembled and said, "It has been three years since I returned to Your Majesty the Crown Prince."
Zhao Jin muttered to himself, repeating these two sentences, "Three years, yes, it has been three full years."
Well, how much information have you passed on in the past three years?"
Xiao Lizi immediately bowed his head and begged for mercy, "Your Highness, please spare your life. Please spare your life, Your Highness. I was forced to do this. That person forced me to do this half a year ago."
Fukang was so angry that he immediately went over and kicked him.
After being kicked, Xiao Lizi immediately got up and begged for mercy.
"Your Highness, General Hu forced me to do this. He arrested my parents. If I don't listen to him, he will kill my whole family."
Zhao Jin let out a long breath, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth and said, "You can do whatever I ask you to do, but you can keep your parents safe, otherwise, I will implicate your nine tribes."
Xiao Xiazi cried and knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you, Your Highness, the Crown Prince. Thank you, Your Highness, the Crown Prince for sparing this slave from death."
Zhao Jin said as he walked, "You have to remember that you are carrying the lives of tens of thousands of nest soldiers."
Xiao Lizi was the only one left in the hall.
He was tortured by the dead souls day and night, all because of himself. If he hadn't done something for General Hu, tens of thousands of soldiers would not have died in vain.
I owe them. Now that I have confessed, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has promised that I will not kill myself, so I will use my best to repay these tens of thousands of people.
Fukang chirped along the way, "Your Highness, why did you let that little plum go so easily? This man looked thin and weak, but he actually hid a lot of bad intentions. All those tens of thousands of soldiers died."
In his hands, he really deserves to die."
Zhao Jin shook his head helplessly.
"No one wants to tear him into pieces more than Gu, but there is still a place to get him. If he can successfully take back the 200,000 troops in Lingnan, Gu will naturally not kill him."
The moonlight is bright and bright, and the road ahead can be seen clearly.
Zhao Jin said to Fukang, "You should go back first. I want to take a walk by myself. The moonlight is so beautiful today."
Fukang naturally knew that Zhao Jin needed a space, so he left without saying anything.
Walking slowly, he arrived at Prince Ning's residence.
It was in the palace of the former imperial concubine.
As the saying goes, one has to rest for forty-nine days before being buried. But now the colorful silks flying all over the yard look more like a funeral than a funeral.
Just then a slave came over, and Zhao Jin asked him, "What's up with the colorful silk on the wall?"
The servant answered cautiously, "Go back to Your Highness, Prince Ning. This is all arranged by Prince Ning. I don't know what it means."
Zhao Jin walked into the palace step by step. Except for the coffin in the center of the palace, nothing could tell that the imperial concubine had passed away.
Prince Ning knelt there quietly, like a pair of silent walking corpses.
Zhao Jin gave the imperial concubine a stick of incense and watched the wisp of green smoke rising upward until it evaporated completely.