When Jia Yuanchun heard this, his face turned red, he glared at Jia Huan with anger and said, "Third brother!"

Jia Huan smiled and said, "Okay, okay, a joke! Sister, don't delay it. The Imperial Guard can't stop it for a long time, let's go quickly."

Jia Yuanchun nodded happily and said "yes".

If he could survive, who would be willing to die?

What's more, she still has flesh and blood in her belly...

Baoqin, who was standing beside him, heard that Jia Yuanchun was finally willing to "run away", was immediately very happy and greeted other people from Zhaorong Palace.

Jia Huan shook his head and said, "The phoenix chassis is too slow, use a soft sedan chair!"

Jia Yuanchun said "ah" and hesitated: "What should they do if the sedan chair is...?"

Jia Huan smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, sister, as long as the elder sister is not here, they will not kill women and children casually. They are not rioters..."

Seeing that Jia Yuanchun was still a little worried, and the other palace ladies were all pale and their tears were almost falling. Jia Huan thought for a while and said, "Sister, our Black Cloud Flag is now inserted outside the door. When I leave, I will keep it there for the time being. In this case, as long as the eldest sister is not here, no one will threaten the lives of the people here when she looks at the Black Cloud Flag. You should be relieved, right?"

When Jia Yuanchun heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Jia Huan apologetically and said, "Third brother, they are all people who have been with me for a long time, I really can't bear to look at them..."

Jia Huan waved his hand and said, "It's not a problem, sister, let's go."

Jia Yuanchun nodded, and a soft sedan chair with golden silk embroidered phoenix was carried into the tent. After Jia Yuanchun got into the sedan chair, four tall and powerful eunuchs steadily lifted the sedan chair and followed Jia Huan.

Except for one holding a piano, no other palace servant could keep up.

Of course, Dong Mingyue and Snake Niang don’t need to greet anything...

After the group of people left the phoenix tent, they saw the angry bull ponies and some tense momentum...

Jia Huan raised his eyebrows lightly and said, "Brother Ben, what happened?"

Niu Ben sneered and said, "Some people want to go to Jianqing King Baojia's great achievements, want to dismantle this battalion team and start a new job alone."

Upon hearing this, Jia Huan looked at the yamen on the other side.

Jia Huan recognized the leader as the son of Chen Yang, the third-class man Chen He, who is now present in the Xiangyang Marquis's Mansion.

It was also the one who often complained to Jia Huan and others after returning from the Western Regions.

His ancestors were one of the strongest generals under the first generation of Rongguo, and later died with Rongguo.

With such a connection, Chen He thought Jia Huan had such a good thing as "promoting and making money", so he shouldn't leave him alone.

He claimed to be the most "strong and upright" child of Rongguo.

Just now...

Seeing Jia Huan's gaze swept over, Chen He and several other yamen avoided their gazes unnaturally.

Jia Huan is different from Niu Ben. The first-class man is even more equipped with a purple gold bullfighting suit, which makes them completely unable to argue.

In fact, if they fought, Jia Huan might look up to them...

"Everyone has his own aspirations, so don't force it. Let them take their personal soldiers there."

Jia Huan said lightly.

Niu Ben's expression flashed with anger when he heard this, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was right.

He felt embarrassed to follow such a person.

He waved his hand in disgust and asked those people to take their personal soldiers to find ways to make contributions...

"Let's go and go back to Bashang Camp!"

Although he was still puzzled by Jia Huan's order, he had reached this point and no one asked anything.

Just think of a broken can.

But when they were less than half a mile away on the saint journey, Jia Huan and others all tied their horses and suddenly looked back to the east.

As countless rockets flew towards the imperial tent, the sky-high flames ignited in an instant.

The sound of killing shook the sky!

However, the battle did not last long, and the Lantian Ruishi, who had survived hundreds of battles, surrounded the imperial tent.

But they are no longer taciturn.

In a cold and low voice, they shouted out their first slogan since tonight:

"Punish the foolish monarch and help the grandson!"

At this moment, countless people changed their colors.

...

PS: Not finished yet...

Is this a decisive kill?
Chapter completed!