Chapter 152 Exploring the hidden and poor treasures

Qi Youlu had already been at the same time when the old imperial doctor Yang was performing the spell on the dead man.

He had already raised his hand and extinguished the lanterns in the courtyard.

At this time.

The night was extremely dense and deep, with no moonlight or stars, and not even the sound of chickens or dogs could be heard.

Only the lake breeze makes the lake water roar.

The Ai Xiang in the hand of old imperial doctor Yang slowly swirled in front of the dead man's eyes.

A little red light draws an arc-shaped trajectory in the dark night.

One circle, another circle.

Prince Zhongqin asked softly: "Where did the man who looked like Prince Yiyong go?"

The dead man's eyes were not focused at all, as if he were looking at some unknown place.

"In the afternoon, the second master asked him to move away..."

When Jia Cong saw the dead soldier's eyes straightened, he subconsciously replied.

I couldn't help but be shocked.

What a forbidden technique!

What Yang Laoyu uses is obviously the hypnosis technique of later generations!

Are those mysterious and profound curses meant to be BGM envoys?

Jia Cong's heart was beating wildly.

Hometown?

When my mind is full of random thoughts.

Then I heard Prince Zhongshun ask: "Where did he move to?"

The dead man murmured to himself: "Jiangjun Mountain..."

Prince Zhongqin frowned.

Jiangjun Mountain is located near the Qinhuai River, in the land of the Six Dynasties.

Why do those idiot brothers of the Zhen family take people there?

Even if it was just to show off the defeat of Jin Wushu and the reputation of Jinling Imperial State, it was not done like this!

Jia Cong thought for a while and asked in a low voice: "Is there a private army?"

The dead man replied: "Yes, it is also in Jiangjun Mountain..."

Jia Cong and Prince Zhongqin looked at each other.

"Are the armaments ready?"

The dead man shook his head: "I don't know, but the brothers over there have muskets..."

Jia Cong's heart skipped a beat again.

The hell is there even a Shenji Camp?!

Prince Zhongqin then asked: "How many brothers have muskets? How many brothers have horses?"

The dead man was stunned for a long time before he said: "Five thousand? Ten thousand? There will always be..."

"I don't know the specifics..."

Jia Cong pressed his eyebrows. It seemed that there were not too many people.

Jiangjun Mountain originally occupies a small area.

There are too many people, how can we hide them?

Qi Youlu then asked: "What do brothers eat?"

"Is it the food produced in the farm?"

The dead man said: "Well...the mountains and paddy fields in the southern suburbs are all..."

Southern suburbs?

Isn’t the Jia family’s family property sacrificial field the southern suburb of Jinling?

No wonder the Zhen family wants to annex so much land...

To raise a private army, people eat horses and eat them, so why don’t you use money and food?

Jia Cong's heart suddenly calmed down strangely.

It seems that the Zhen family is just suffering from mustard disease.

Lianghuai salt administration was cleared.

The Jiangbei camp is in our own hands.

This Jinling is the place where Taizu Taizu of Chu transformed into a dragon and ascended the throne.

It is also the place where Jia Yuan and Jia Yan, the second son of Rong Ning, started their careers in Long.

Although the Zhen family is also from Jinling, they were born as domestic slaves.

Jia Cong dares to bet a penny.

Neither Zhen Yingjia nor Zhen Yingxi has much control over the military.

Otherwise, why would we support a private army?

We have regular troops at hand.

How can it be so difficult to seize Prince Yiyong’s stick substitute, combine it internally and externally with the demon concubine, and directly turn the flag against him?

At this time.

Royal doctor Yang suddenly made a questioning gesture towards Prince Zhongqin.

The incense in his hand will soon burn out.

Should this dead soldier be retained or not?

Prince Zhongqin looked at Jia Cong, Qi Youlu and Tu Yao, and all three of them shook their heads.

Indicate that there is nothing more to ask.

Elder Yang, the imperial physician, reached out and gently pressed the Tianling Cap on the dead man's head.

There was no movement at all, he died silently.

Qi Youlu showed no reaction.

Both Jia Cong and Tu Yao's eyes were twitching.

No wonder people say that medicine can save lives, but it can also kill people!

With such an understatement, like a dragonfly touching water, this dead soldier was gone.

Gu Tianshou took the person out and cleaned him up.

The old imperial doctor Yang clapped his hands, his expression unchanged.

Qi Youlu quickly helped him back to the north room to rest next to his ear.

Jia Cong suddenly shouted: "Old doctor Yang, palace jade liquor!"

This is an old joke.

Anyone who is a flower grower in future generations will know this old joke.

Yang, the old imperial doctor, didn't even look back: "My young master is still young, so he can't drink any kind of palace jade liquor."

"If you really want to drink it, I will give you some rose water and osmanthus water."

Said and entered the ear room.

Jia Cong looked at the back of the old imperial doctor Yang and was stunned for a long time.

Then he grabbed Prince Zhongqin and asked softly: "Uncle Six, who is this old doctor Yang?"

"I speak and act cleanly and neatly, without any sloppiness!"

"Shooting that dead soldier to death is like killing a chicken and killing a fish!"

Prince Zhongqin smiled: "After he came out of the Taiyuan Hospital, he was known as the enemy of the King of Hell."

"First in public, then in the Jianghu. Do you think he will be soft-hearted?"

"Will it be annoying?"

"Just a dead soldier, if you want to kill him, just kill him..."

Tu Yao curled his lips: "Liu Bo, you are obviously a prince, not a Jianghu person..."
To be continued...