Wei Hou Mansion·A side hall

The night is very quiet, with a bright moon hanging high in the sky, shining on the rivers and the city.

The prince sat in a chair with his body trembling slightly, and the candlelight on the table swaying and floating.

The flood gradually receded, which may be a good thing for others, but for the prince, he wished that the flood would not recede. Everyone still had a hope. Now that the flood had passed, the news of his father's death was spread.

Although I severely scolded and told a lie, I knew in my heart that it would be a good fortune to not send anyone to contact me for three days.

The most important thing is that the three thousand soldiers are gone and nine out of ten are gone. There are only two hundred guards who can really use their hands. In this case, it is difficult to suppress the situation.

The prince thought this way and his face was pale and he couldn't help coughing.

Seeing this, the gentleman who came in said, "Don't worry, Prince, no matter what, Prince is orthodox, and there are heavy troops on the surrounding borders. As long as you wait for a moment and the border troops respond, you can get through this difficulty."

"At this critical moment, safety depends on the prince, but it is not good for his health. I have a chance to see you in the medical field, so I will get you a prescription!"

The Martial Arts Master of Wei's Mansion recruited three masters, one of whom was Mr. Wen, who died at the hands of Wang Cunye, and the remaining two followed the Marquis of Wei and the Prince.

The Mr. Zhang in front of him has blocked many conspiracies to assassinate with his superman martial arts.

When the prince heard Mr. Zhang's words, he smiled on his face: "I'm working hard. At this moment, I'm the most empty, so I can't rely on."

He paused and continued, "Fortunately, sir is here..."

Mr. Zhang waved his hand: "Criminal, don't act like this daughter. The big thing is still on you!"

Mr. Zhang left the hall and walked out in the moonlight. At this moment, a Qingyi Pavilion man ran towards the side hall where the prince was in a panic.

When Mr. Zhang saw it, his eyes tightened: "Come here!"

A thin line of voice came into the ears of Chanzi. When Banzi heard the words, he immediately looked at it and saw that it was the gentleman beside the prince. He was shocked and showed a few respectful lines. He bowed and said, "I wonder what sir has to give?"

There are three masters in the Marquis' Mansion, all of whom are innate martial arts masters. Although they have no real power, they have a unique status.

Mr. Zhang asked, "During the middle of the night... Your whereabouts are suspicious, please bring the Qingyi Pavilion token!"

The Qingyi Pavilion Chuanxin has a set of special tokens for identification. Mr. Zhang is responsible for protecting the prince. Although it is not common for him to ask for the token, it is acceptable.

After hearing this, the monk took out a fine iron token from his waist and handed it to Mr. Zhang.

This is a black black essence iron token with silver characters on the black background, with three words "Qingyi Pavilion" written on the front, and a detailed official position on the back. Seeing this, Mr. Zhang threw the token back to this episode and asked: "What happened in the middle of the night? I wonder if it was disturbing the prince's rest?"

"Huang Chan, the city defense army, rebelled, killed the general Zheng Jie, and set up five hundred people to join the Fan family!" Seeing the question, the monk thought that he could not hide the matter, and would spread it at most in half a day, so he answered.

"Yeah!" Hearing this, Mr. Zhang's body shook and said, "Then you go!"

"Yes!" Fanzi hurriedly walked. Seeing Fanzi gone, Mr. Zhang walked slowly, and the moonlight shone on his tall body. He thought deeply, his eyes as deep as an ancient well, and he looked around himself.

At this time, although the flood passed under the moonlight, there was no big loss due to the high foundation. At this time, the corridor paved with stones was covered with moss. The trees that had been planted for decades were green, with green tiles and pink walls, and pavilions and pavilions. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart and murmured: "God's will is unpredictable, so the mansion will change hands..."

With this thought, I made up my mind and turned around and turned back to my house. After a moment, I entered the room and the layout was elegant. The water had just receded and cleaned, without any filth.

The walls were framed with mulberry paper and the windows were filled with precious green cicada wing gauze. Mr. Zhang looked around, sighed, and opened a lattice.

There was a stack of silver notes inside, all of which were 100 taels per piece, and there were tens of thousands of taels, and there were many jewelry displays. Mr. Zhang narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully, feeling thoughtful.

The Wei Hou is in great power, so he can rely on it and use his strength to practice. At this time, the Wei Hou overturned and the army turned against each other. It will not only be of no benefit, but it will be afraid that there will be a disaster for death.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang took out the seal of offering from his waist, touched it with nostalgia, but put it on the table. After thinking for a while, he took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a letter quickly, and placed it on the table.

He took the long sword and silver notes, put the jewelry in his arms, waved his sleeves and left.

By the way, Fanzi walked all the way to the hall, held up the token of the Qingyi Pavilion and shouted: "Report!"

When the prince saw the visitor, he didn't speak immediately. He just looked at the yard and had a while before asking, "What's the matter?"

When the monk looked closely, he saw that the prince had a tired face, his eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse. However, at this time, there was flames flashing in his eyes. He swept away his previous hesitation and showed his heroic spirit. So he reported: "Huang Gan, the city defense army, sieges the chief officer Zheng Jie, and now lead the city defense army to surrender to the Fan family!"

With a "buzzing", the prince's mind suddenly became blank, he fell down and sat on the chair.

"Criminal!" Seeing that the prince's expression was wrong, the monk shouted in a low voice.

"Huang Shen has rebelled, where is Ge Ke?" The prince was young and recovered after a while, but asked with a pale face.

"Mr. Ge led hundreds of personal soldiers to break out of the siege, but he didn't know where to go."

After hearing this, the prince stood upright on his seat: "Damn it, Huang Chan, this traitor! My father and father still treat him well. I don't want to be a rebel, so where are the personal soldiers?"

The last sentence is to ask around.

A black-armored soldier came up on the steps, with a long sword on his waist, his face calmed down, and he stepped forward and knelt down: "What are the prince's instructions?"

"Send the order and immediately summon all the guards to pierce their armor and prepare for battle." The prince's face turned pale and his eyes were cold: "Put it on for me too."

"Also, find Mr. Zhang quickly and ask him to come and protect me!" The prince's face was as deep as water and ordered repeatedly.

But when the prince saw the personal soldier lying on the ground and did not move, the prince frowned: "What are your rules? Why don't you obey the order?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "clang" sound. The personal soldier stood up and pulled out the long sword. With a "puff" sound, he stabbed the prince's waist.

This time, the prince's face turned pale and his arms were raised with difficulty: "You...you dare to kill...the master..."

"Sir, I'll take you on the way..." Before he finished speaking, he pulled out his backhand and slashed at the shocked Fanzi with one knife.

The lights in the hall suddenly disappeared, and with a sound of puff, blood splattered all over the floor.

After a moment, the black-armored personal soldier carried a package and held a scroll in his hand, came out of the hall, held the handwriting of the prince high, and said to his left and right: "The prince has an order. For a moment, no one can enter it! Those who violate the order will be killed!"

When the personal soldiers on both sides heard this, they saw the prince's handwriting and immediately saluted.

Seeing this, the personal soldier went out all the way, went to the stable to lead a horse out, and stepped up, and left the marquis' mansion in the name of a command, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Taoist Palace·Main Palace

The shadow of Shui Jing gradually faded away, and the three deacons were all deep in their hearts, just looking at them without saying a word.

"You have read it all, what do you think?" Dao Zheng calmly at this moment, holding the tube and writing it on a piece of green paper, and said, "Don't hesitate, I'll talk to you after I finish writing."

The three deacons were bowing their heads, one of the Deacon Ye Ming said at this time: "Originally, the dragon energy was covered up, but the Wei Hou's mansion could not be seen. Now, I know that the Wei Hou is not good... It's just that this is a branch dragon energy change, but it has nothing to do with us!"

Just as he was talking about this, he heard the rustling sound stopping. Deacon Ye Ming looked at it and saw that Daozheng had already finished writing the green chapter.

Daozheng smiled faintly: "Yes, my Taoist Palace cannot be a private leader, nor can I participate in the dragon energy transformation. If it is just a dragon energy transformation, it would be fine. Although Wang Shaoyun rebelled from the sect, he was from my Taoist sect. He did this great evil and was very involved."

"And the Taoist Palace enjoys official positions and land palaces, but it has the responsibility to maintain it. It doesn't matter how many people fight to death, but it's the responsibility to kill people on a large scale with magic."

Daozheng said this and smiled bitterly: "I have already put the Qingzhang on apologize to Dao Lord and apologize to Heaven. I believe the punishment will come down in the next few days."

The three deacons were stunned and after a moment of coming back to their senses: "Daozheng, this is not your responsibility..."

Daozheng waved his hand quietly, his expression was normal. Only at this time did everyone see the cultivation of Daozheng and his mind clearly. They stopped talking, changed their face and listened intently.

"The way of heaven is originally a quiet and bright, and it runs through yin and yang, and the yin at the end is born, and the yin at the end is beginning. The mechanism is hidden in the most subtle way. People cannot realize it. When it appears, it is irreversible."

"The dragon energy is determined by the public opinion and the heart of heaven. We cannot intervene. Since we have achieved it, we will obey it. Now that the prince is dead, the foundation of the Wei marquis has collapsed, and the grandson is only seven years old, so what can we do?"

"You just need to order all Taoist temples and Taoist priests to interfere. When Fan's mansion ascends the throne, he will still be the same as before, and sign a common agreement. In the future, a new Taoist priest will come to give orders."

The three of them responded in unison. After Ye Ming responded, his body leaned: "The Tao is right, our Tao is not good, so what is the situation below? Please point it out, so we can do it according to the matter."

After hearing this, Daozheng laughed silently and said, "Mr. Wei has already lost most of his energy, and his grandson still has three parts of his remnant. He is probably still able to be in power. Although Fan Wen has received the blessing of heaven, his foundation is still shallow. He is probably going to intimidate the government and gradually gain power."

This was very clear, and the three of them bowed together and responded: "Yes!"

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Chapter completed!