In the letter, King Dingbei not only scolded him severely, but also asked him to immediately send someone to send Ming Ruoxie to Heisha City.
"So, what does grandpa want Ruoruo to do in Black Sand City?"
Hearing Sikong Ji slowly ask this question, Tao Qi's heart trembled.
¡°I don¡¯t know why, but he seemed to hear a deep murderous intention from Sikong Ji¡¯s words.
What does King Dingbei want the princess to do in Heisha City? Isn't it written in the letter?
"Since Wuji Mingting's medical skills are unparalleled, and now that Divine Doctor Luo is no longer alive, let Mingting come to Heisha City in place of Divine Doctor Luo. If she doesn't treat Divine Doctor Luo, and makes Divine Doctor Luo die in vain, she will have to deal with this matter in person. All the people in Shacheng should explain clearly."
That¡¯s what the letter said.
Tao Qi felt that King Dingbei was really old. What kind of stupid idea was he thinking? Moreover, there must be some villains with bad intentions around King Dingbei. These villains are working tirelessly to sow discord between their ancestors and grandchildren, and it looks like they are about to succeed.
King Dingbei should have been very aware of how hard it has been for the prince to be away for nearly twenty years. Moreover, it is rare for the prince to have a woman like the princess who is not weak and intelligent to fight alongside him. King Dingbei should have been very aware of it. It's only right to be happy, but it's only right to remind the prince from time to time not to chill the princess's heart, but to cherish her and understand her well.
"But what is King Bei doing?"
Didn¡¯t you still see clearly after your last visit?
For the sake of Sikong Ji's ancestral relationship, Tao Qi whispered, "Your Majesty, there must be people around King Dingbei who are stirring up dissension. I don't know who sent these people. Otherwise, write a letter to remind Dingbei." King?"
" Let the prince feel that this is all instigated by others, so don't bear any grudge against King Dingbei.
¡°After all, the only people the prince can call his relatives are the family of King Dingbei.
There is no one on the Emperor's side who counts.
?????????????????? If you lose the Dingbei King¡¯s family, wouldn¡¯t it mean that the prince has no relatives?
Tao Qi couldn¡¯t help but feel distressed when he looked at Sikong Ji. Their prince is really having a hard time.
Sikongji said slowly, "If you have clear ears and eyesight, how can you be easily provoked by others? Momo."
The prince did want to reply, but after hearing what he said, Tao Qi didn't even know what he was going to write.
As a result, Sikongji dipped his hands in ink and wrote a line of words on the letter paper with a silver hook -
The death of Luo Ming cannot be blamed on this king and princess. She has no responsibility to everyone in Heisha City. She does not need to apologize to anyone, let alone explain to Heisha City. I will never let her suffer for this. Half aggrieved.
The signature was signed by Sikongji, King of Jin of Dazhen.
Tao Qi¡¯s heart skipped a beat.
In the past, when the prince wrote letters to King Dingbei, he would always address his grandfather very politely, and he never called himself the king, and the signature was only written with the word Wu Ji.
But now the prince actually uses such distant words and strong tone. He calls himself the king and adds this signature¡ª¡ª
This is the first time in so many years!
You can imagine how angry King Dingbei was when he saw such a letter!
Tao Qi asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, I'm afraid that the people over there in Heisha City will be extremely dissatisfied and say some ugly things. They're afraid that they will say that Your Majesty, for the sake of a woman like the Princess, disregards filial piety and disregards so many people in Heisha City." The common people forget their righteousness because of lust¡ª"
He can figure this out just by thinking about it. In fact, those people would probably say it even more harshly.
By then, will they think that the princess is a beauty?
Sikong Ji folded up the dried letter, sealed it with a wax stamp, and handed it to him. I haven't changed my mind at all and have to rewrite my reply.
"send out."
"Prince?" Tao Qi was still a little hesitant.
Sikong Ji glanced over with sharp eyes. Tao Qi was startled and immediately nodded in response, "Yes."
"I once thought about exposing Ruoruo's abilities so that my grandfather and the people in Heisha City would know how good she is, but what was the result? My grandfather and the others were trapped in Heisha City, and their ideas had solidified. They only identified that person in their hearts. In one way, anyone who can help them return to their homeland is a good person, and those who cannot help should be excluded and should not bother to contact them. "
Sikong Ji explained this in a cold voice after Tao Qi received the letter.
"But they have never thought that even if they cannot help all the people in Black Sand City return to their homeland, they are extremely precious to me. I believe that if Ruoruo just asks?No shame, she doesn't care what they say about her, so it's better to be happy. "
Only then did Tao Qi understand what Sikong Ji was thinking.
"I will send the letter right now."
He took the letter and left. Looking at the soldiers who had just returned to the camp after training in the distance, I saw that although they were dirty and sweaty, they were all in high spirits and their eyes were shining, and I couldn't help but sigh.
King Dingbei finally stepped on the prince's bottom line.
I don¡¯t know if King Dingbei will regret it in the future.
The emperor has always been ruthless, and this was somewhat reflected in Sikong Ji. Even if King Dingbei was his grandfather, as long as he stepped on his bottom line and let him down again and again, he would put it down. Cut off family ties.
But, can you blame your boss Kong Ji for this?
We are related by blood but have never really gotten along with each other. How strong can family ties be? King Dingbei always said how good he was to Sikong Ji, but in fact they were so far apart. From the time Sikong Ji was born to now, how many dangers had he experienced, and how many times had King Dingbei been able to help and save him?
Although King Dingbei once helped him find a master, taught him how to practice martial arts, and helped him find medicinal materials, every time he showed favor, he would repeatedly emphasize that it was to make him stronger and help Black Sand City return to the north.
"There has never been a time when I simply wanted Sikong Ji to live a good life. If his identity were different, it wouldn't be so uncomfortable.
This happened so many times that Sikong Ji actually maintained this family relationship with his own kindness and filial piety.
But now that he has a wife who has saved his life, cured his illness, can stay by his side to fight the wind and rain, and even protect him from danger without hesitation, his heart will inevitably be biased towards Ming Ruoxie.
King Dingbei still can¡¯t see this fact clearly.
"Your Majesty."
Pang Ji came in with Pei Wu and two lieutenants.
Sikongji glanced at them and saw that they were a little excited, and smiled slightly, "Has everything been done?"
"It's done. Your Majesty, the war horses are in place, and the money to purchase the horses has been paid in full. Nothing can be found after it was transferred from the horse farm owned by the princess and Mrs. Chen."
"We have prepared enough food and grass for half a year, and this amount of money was transferred from Hansai City."
"Those people in Hansai City have all been recruited, and twelve experts with special skills have been selected from them. Master Zuo Si is even more powerful."
"Your Majesty," Pei Wu said, visibly calmer after the New Year, "Now we just need to find a suitable place and craftsmen to build the weapons foundry."
???????????? Almost all the news they came back with was good news.
Sikongji has been preparing and busy for so many years, and is finally moving towards his goal one by one. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com