ebookland Chapter 363 The Young Marquis is Resurrected
Chapter 363 The Young Marquis is Resurrected
The tit-for-tat between the two princes soon spread among the people. For a time, everyone in Jingzhao was in danger, fearing that they would be involved in this impasse that was about to break out.
It was just daybreak, and the dark blue sky was still tinged with a hint of dark blue. Two vague figures could be seen through the window.
Qin Miaoxi stared solemnly at the booklet spread out in front of the desk. The densely packed handwriting on it revealed a sense of solemnity - everything the princes said and did in recent days, from the big disputes in the court to the small private chats, were all clearly engraved on the pages, and every word was so detailed that it was shocking.
"Miss, the eldest prince has been making small moves recently. Do we need to intervene?"
"No need, he won't mess around."
Zi Yan raised her eyebrows, puzzled as to why the young lady would say that.
Qin Miaoxi pushed the booklet in front of her and said, "You don't understand. Mature and full ears of wheat always bow their heads."
? ?
The more the lady talks, the more confusing it becomes.
Qin Miaoxi smiled without saying anything, and leaned forward slightly to look outside.
When he saw the empty door, he breathed a sigh of relief, but there was an unconscious regret in his eyes.
"Miss, are you looking for your uncle?"
"No."
Qin Miaoxi denied it expressionlessly, but her hands clenched unconsciously.
Zi Yan continued, "My son-in-law left home before dawn."
"I didn't look for him, you don't need to tell me, it's nosy."
"Miss, where are you going?"
"Eat."
She got up and left angrily, which made Zi Yan roll her eyes.
You didn't find it with your mouth, but you must be furious after being exposed!
However, the Lu Qingchen they were talking about had already changed into tattered clothes, looking like a real beggar.
He leaned on a crooked wooden stick and limped towards the city gate.
The soldiers at the city gate looked at him suspiciously, but saw him walking straight towards them, which made several soldiers frown and look sideways.
"Get away, you stinky beggar."
They drove him away mercilessly, holding their short spears in front of them to prevent him from getting close.
Unexpectedly, the next moment the "beggar" grabbed the short spear without any effort. The soldier only felt a sharp pain in his arms. The short spear in his hand was passed to the other party, and he staggered and fell to the ground.
"How dare you cause trouble in Jingzhao? You don't want to live anymore!"
Seeing this, the soldiers immediately raised their short spears and stabbed at him, and there was chaos at the city gate.
"How dare you! Look clearly at who I am."
With a familiar stern shout, the beggar pushed aside his messy hair, revealing the face that frightened them.
"Little... Little Marquis..."
He was not only the leader of the Jingzhao playboys, but also their unforgettable nightmare. On so many nights they were threatened to open the city gates, and on so many sunny days they were forced to be exposed to the scorching sun. All of this was done by him.
"You're not dead yet!"
"Bang~"
The soldier who opened his mouth to reply felt his vision suddenly go dark, and his body fell backwards to the ground like a kite with a broken string, and he lost consciousness.
Upon seeing this, the others all subconsciously took a step back. When their eyes fell upon the short spear in Lu Qingchen's hand, which was glowing with a cold light, they all shrank back and looked away.
It’s not that they are cowardly, but the young marquis’s eyes seem to be poisoned. If they look at him any longer, they are afraid that they will follow in their footsteps.
Simply put: I can die, but I don’t mind the pain.
But in this brief moment, Lu Qingchen's eyes suddenly blurred, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. He said with difficulty, "I want to see His Majesty."
Leaving behind the last words, his body fell uncontrollably.
The soldiers looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward for a moment. This man had used this method to deceive them before, and in the end, everyone was badly treated and became the object of entertainment for that group of playboys.
"Boss, this doesn't look fake. Why don't we go take a look?"
"You just don't learn your lesson. It's just one of the little tricks the young marquis often uses, and you actually believed it."
"But……"
The man hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but say, "If that's true, then we..."
They hesitated several times and didn't say anything clearly, but the hidden meaning was understood by both of them.
The leading soldier gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "Go up and take a look."
The worst that could happen is that they would be fooled by the young marquis again. Haven’t they been fooled enough in these years?
Several people approached cautiously, "Young Marquis?"
They called out to Lu Qingchen a few times, but received no response. They felt his pulse anxiously - it was so weak that it was almost gone.
"How could this happen? Quick, go find a doctor."
After lying for more than a dozen times, who would have thought that this time it would be true.
Suddenly, everyone panicked and lost their composure.
The news of Marquis Xuanping's resurrection was like a thunderclap, sweeping across the entire Jingzhao and shocking the people in the city.
Inside the clinic, Lu Qingchen woke up just as the doctor was giving him medicine. He glanced blankly at the soldier and the doctor and said gratefully, "Thank you very much. I will definitely reward you handsomely in the future!"
No one expected that the honorable Marquis Xuanping would say "thank you" to them. This light thank you made everyone frightened and they hurriedly bowed and declined, saying "I dare not" repeatedly.
Seeing their frightened expressions, Lu Qingchen did not explain, but rushed to the palace anxiously.
No matter how much you say, it is better to do it. As long as he does it once, he will believe it.
When Lu Qingchen entered the palace, he happened to catch the court session and met with the ministers. The distance of more than ten meters between them separated the two groups like the Milky Way, and no one crossed the line.
After a moment of dead silence, there was a scream that resounded through the sky and the sound of "bang bang" falling to the ground.
"Ghost... Ghost! The King of Hell is here to take us away."
"I haven't lived long enough, Amitabha, give the order immediately, the evil spirits retreat!!!"
"The young marquis has come back to life! Hurry and ask the Imperial Observatory for help."
Lu Qingchen: "..."
I laughed at their incoherent words. Don’t these people claim that “if you don’t do anything wrong, you don’t have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door”?
Why is it that now we pray to Buddha for enlightenment, it seems so fake but looks real?
"Everyone, after just a few days of not seeing you, have you all forgotten me?"
His cold voice echoed in the air, as cold as frost.
"Or do you want to taste the saltiness of my fist?"
Familiar words, captivating gaze, cynical smile, he was still the young marquis they were familiar with.
"You, are you really alive?"
There were still some people asking uncertainly, but when they saw the shadow cast on the ground, they believed that this person was not a ghost but a real living person.
Soon, several ministers who had contact with Lu Qingchen on a daily basis hurried forward and asked curiously about the whole story.
Everyone was talking at once, like mosquitoes buzzing in their ears. Before Lu Qingchen could explain, he was interrupted by a young eunuch.
"Marquis Xuanping, several ministers, the emperor has a request."
Lu Qingchen said goodbye to the ministers with a serious expression and strode into the hall with his head held high.
The moment he stepped into the palace, he was caught off guard and met the eyes of Emperor Meiji.
That gaze was too sharp, piercing straight at him like a cold blade, carrying a scrutiny that left no room for dodging.
Lu Qingchen raised his signature smile and walked forward calmly to pay his respects.
Emperor Meiji remained silent, staring at him kneeling on the ground, without saying a word for a long time.
The emperor and his minister, one was sitting and the other was kneeling. After a cup of tea, Emperor Meiji slowly asked him to stand up.
Lu Qingchen staggered and barely stood up. His originally rosy face had long since lost all its color, leaving only a lifeless paleness, and even his body revealed a shaky and weak look.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Emperor Meiji's voice lost its usual gentleness, leaving only a deep solemnity. Every word he spoke was filled with majesty and solemnity. "Marquis Xuanping, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
"Your Majesty, it was not me who died that day."