Sima Daozi said dissatisfied: "Yuan Xian, do you want to sideline your father and take charge of the power yourself? Although my father likes to have fun, he doesn't want to say that he doesn't even want power."
Sima Yuanxian smiled slightly: "The child naturally does not dare to seize the power of the father. The child is helping the father to ascend the throne. No matter what, the child can have the greatest benefit only after the father ascends the throne. As for the mafia, for Tian
Shi Dao is very vigilant, and is likely to regard them as the next targets to deal with. My father has always been unable to live without Sun Tai. If you continue to interfere with this matter, can you really be cruel enough to cut off from Tian Shi Dao?"
Sima Daozi's expression changed and he looked at Wang Guobao: "Wang Shangshu, is this your intention or the mafia's intention?"
Wang Guobao said respectfully: "Of course it is what Black Hand Qiankun means. After all, they are also descendants of aristocratic families, and Tianshi Dao wants to seize the power of the family by pretending to be gods and ghosts. This is an irreconcilable contradiction. Now the senior disciples of Tianshi Dao
For example, Lu Xun, Sun En and others have shown signs of collusion with Liu Yu. The last time he attacked Yecheng, Lu Xun even attacked all his subordinates of the Lu family in Hebei. They were not Liu Yu's simple people who just wanted to expedition to the north.
Soldiers, these monsters and thieves, are more ambitious than Huan Wen back then, and they can seize the power of the world."
Sima Daozi gritted his teeth: "Well, the more you talk, the more confused you become, and the more you think about it, the more annoying it becomes. It's not as big as being drunk. Since this matter is so big, I don't want to take care of it anymore. Yuan Xian, remember, don't leave anything behind when doing things."
Leave no trace, especially don’t do it yourself. If it fails, it will be blamed on the mafia, and don’t have anything to do with our Kuaiji Prince’s Palace.”
Sima Yuanxian said seriously: "Father, please rest assured that the child will take care of this matter. Dealing with the emperor is left to the mafia, and we only need to deal with the edict."
Sima Daozi rolled his thick lips and waved his hand: "You don't need to tell me these things. I'm a little tired. You can discuss it."
Sima Daozi, as he spoke, stood up, and as a habit, he wanted to ask the beautiful lady next to him for help. But as soon as he moved, he realized that he had withdrawn all the people around him in order to have a secret conversation today, and a flash of light flashed on his face.
With a hint of displeasure, he coughed twice, moved his fat body, and walked down the rockery, and his voice came down the wind: "Bring the Western wine in the ice cellar, and ask those Orchids to come over,
I, the king, need to relax and take it easy."
When Sima Daozi's figure disappeared into the distance, a ghostly black shadow slowly walked up and entered the pavilion. The white tiger mask on his face showed his identity. Sima Yuanxian became more than just before.
He was still respectful in front of his father, raised his hands and saluted: "I have met my mentor."
Bai Hu sat down loudly, as if the two high-ranking dignitaries around him were his subordinates. If outsiders saw it, they would definitely think that the guy wearing the white tiger mask was the current emperor. There was a gleam in his eyes.
Jiongjiong glanced at the direction where Sima Daozi was going, and sneered: "It seems that I really made the right move when I accepted Yuan Xian as my disciple. Otherwise, I'm afraid we would have accomplished nothing by just relying on our drunken prince."
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Wang Guobao smiled and said: "Mr. Baihu naturally has lightning eyes. Thanks to your arrangements over the years, we have achieved today's results. Everything is as you planned. We have brought Liu Yu and the emperor together step by step.
When we are on the opposite side of the aristocratic family, it is a good time to take action."
Bai Hu sighed: "There has been no consensus within our mafia on this matter. Suzaku and Xuanwu wanted to use Liu Yu to expedition to the north, while Qinglong wanted to get rid of him quickly, and I don't care about Liu Yu's life or death.
Without the support of the aristocratic family and the emperor, he would be just a martial artist at best and would not be able to achieve anything. However, the layout of the palace was done by Suzaku. Killing Sima Yao was easy. What was difficult was how to deal with and arrange the arrangements after killing him.
Afterwords."
Wang Guobao said confidently: "This is the simplest. The current crown prince, Sima Dezong, is a useless person who doesn't know whether he is warm or cold, and can't speak. He is like a walking corpse. I heard Mr. Baihu said last time that it was Suzaku's work back then, before his biological mother was pregnant.
The medicine was given to give birth to this waste. The world of Jin Dynasty cannot be handed over to a waste, so who else can it be except the King of Kuaiji?"
Baihu said coldly: "Don't think too much. According to the ancestral system of the Jin Dynasty, even if he is a waste, as long as he is a formally established prince, if the emperor has no other legacy, it will still be passed on to the prince. This is not the case in the Western Dynasty.
However, Emperor Hui was also a fool known to the world, and he left an eternal joke about why he should not eat minced meat, but he still ascended the throne and became emperor."
Sima Yuanxian's expression changed: "Teacher, what do you mean, even if the emperor is removed, the future throne may not necessarily belong to the father? But Emperor Hui of Jin had a queen like Jia Nanfeng, and he had a queen behind him.
He is supported by the Jia family, a big family, but Sima Dezong's biological mother is a low-status singer. Where does she have the backing? It is not difficult to deal with him. "
Bai Hu curled up his lips: "Sima Dezong naturally has little power, but there is no one behind him. Don't be too proud. All the aristocratic families will be on your side in the future. At least, the core aristocratic families of the Changming Party will be on your side.
At this critical moment, we will still stand by the emperor. Wang Gong, Yin Zhongkan, Wang Xun, Che Yin, Fan Ning, including Huan Xuan of Jingzhou, will not go with you."
The fat on Wang Guobao's fat face jumped. He gritted his teeth and made a downward gesture: "Then just kill them all together and finish them all!"
Bai Hu shook his head: "Now we don't even have contact with Zhang Guiren. Even if her brother gives us control, it is still unknown whether she can be so cruel to kill the emperor. If she refuses to do it, we have to find another way. But
You don't have to worry about this, you just need to fulfill the imperial edict. The assassination of the emperor will be arranged by our mafia."
Sima Yuanxian's eyes lit up: "The edict? Is it the edict that established his father's succession to the throne?"
Baihu sneered and said: "Of course, if there is no edict for your father to ascend the throne, then this world belongs to Sima Dezong, and we are working in vain, but we have made wedding clothes for others. When the time comes, we will act separately. If the emperor dies suddenly,
There will inevitably be chaos in the palace. Wang Shangshu will need you to go to the inner palace in person, obtain the jade seal, and then write the edict. We have already asked you to imitate the emperor's handwriting. I wonder how prepared you are?"
Wang Guobao laughed: "Don't worry, I don't have to do anything else these years. I just imitated Sima Yao's handwriting. I never let it go, just for this day!"
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