When Fang Zijin consumed a large amount of communication talismans and explained the ins and outs of this matter to Yu Ling, the latter didn't know how to comment for a while.

"Jing Ping...how are you going to deal with it?" Yu Ling said thoughtfully.

"What else can we do? Give him a break. His Majesty the King of Nan is in a very complicated mood right now. He left without waiting for us to speak." Fang Zijin said with a headache.

"I'm afraid he needs some time to calm down."

"I feel so mixed after hearing this. Who would have thought that there are so many twists and turns behind the scenes? I think Duke Ruiya feels guilty, otherwise he only needs to kill Jing Ping and Fu Yue at the same time, and this matter will completely sink to the bottom of the sea.

, no one will know what exactly happened that year.”

"Normally, tiger poison cannot eat its seeds. He first took Fu Yuewei back to the Grand Duke's Mansion. Later, when Jingping grew up, he secretly took him back and paved the way for his future, which shows that he

I still care about these two children very much."

"Oh, I don't feel sorry anymore. It's other people's family affairs anyway, and it has nothing to do with me. The most important thing now is, what should I do next?" Fang Zijin asked.

Yu Ling was silent for a while before saying: "Actually, Jing Ping still has certain use value... For example, he knows how many masters Lord Ruiya has under his command, and for another example, he can also come in handy when dealing with Lord Ruiya.

"

"Junior brother, are you a little too cruel..."

"Being kind to your enemy is being cruel to yourself. This matter has nothing to do with right or wrong."

"Okay...so what should I do?" Senior Brother Fang said dullly.

"What you have to do is to build momentum. His Majesty the Southern King is currently in a low mood. You should discuss it with Prime Minister Yu and the others. After all, the power of the royal family alone cannot threaten Duke Ruiya, so you might as well show weakness and borrow the help of other princes, especially

Use the power of Duke Tianshang to suppress him. If it goes well, Duke Ruiya will not have anything to worry about."

Yu Ling already had a rough plan in mind. Before, he and Wu Youqiu made plans to put some pressure on Duke Ruiya. Now it seems that the latter will probably face a devastating crisis. He may not be able to make it happen.

The Fire Refining Sect got a bargain for nothing.

Of course, now that Yu Ling knows about this, she must get a share of the pie.

He briefly chatted with Fang Zijin for a few more words, and after deciding on the general direction, the energy of the communication talisman was exhausted, and he had to end the conversation hastily.

"I really didn't expect it to be like this..." Dan Xiaoxiao also sat aside and listened, with no emotion on his face at this moment.

"What's wrong with you?" Yu Ling was keenly aware that something was wrong with Dan Xiaoxiao at this moment.

"It's nothing." He shook his head, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief: "That's it, it's over with me."

Before Yu Ling could ask any more questions, he changed the subject: "It seems... you have already thought about how to deal with Mr. Ruiya?"

"Always make full use of Jingping's remaining value."

"You are so cold-blooded sometimes."

"Each other."

"Then there is no need to continue discussing the business with Mr. Ruiya."

"No, you still have to do what you should do, so as not to arouse others' suspicion."

"Oh, it's easy for you to watch from the side. We were exhausted from fighting there."

"It's obviously Nilabe who is tired, right? How many words did you say in total?" Yu Ling exposed him ruthlessly.

Dan Xiaoxiao said matter-of-factly: "Am I not complaining for them?"

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not working hard." Nilabe waved her hands quickly.

"I'd better mind my own business." Dan Xiaoxiao stood up and straightened his clothes: "Forget it, I'll go and argue with Mr. Ruiya for the last time, and I'll treat him as farewell."

"It's too early for you to speak. Duke Ruiya is still sitting in the Grand Duke's mansion." Luo Huizhi curled a lock of long hair carelessly.

Dan Xiaoxiao raised the corners of her lips and glanced at Yu Ling thoughtfully: "Ha, because I believe in this guy, if he doesn't take action, he will definitely kill the enemy and leave no trace behind.

To give you a chance to make a comeback. Just like that playful Mr. Hai in the north. In my eyes, he is already half dead."

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me."

"No thanks, no thanks, because I seem to have remembered something that seems to be true or false. Hey, daydreaming is wonderful."

"What did you remember?" Yu Ling narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Some messy pictures, but the dreams are all reversed, and I won't take them to heart." Dan Xiaoxiao said calmly.

Yu Ling stared at him steadily, but when she spoke, she did not fully clarify: "Those are my worst intentions."

Dan Xiaoxiao smiled and said bluntly: "Well, I don't have many friends, Dan Xiaoxiao."

"What do you two mean?" Luo Huizhike looked left and right in confusion.

"It's not interesting." Dan Xiaoxiao said seriously.

"Hey, from the first time you met, I felt something was strange." Luo Huizhi obviously didn't believe it.

"Well, Miss Luo, when you first met Yu Ling, did you ever think that he would reach this point?" Dan Xiaoxiao forced the topic to change.

"Not really. At that time, I only noticed that he was good-looking." Luo Hui chuckled, showing a bit of girlish playfulness.

"Woman..." Dan Xiaoxiao tutted.

"Let's go, we have to do business." Luo Huizhi rolled his eyes at him and floated out of the house as lightly as a flowing cloud.

They still have a long way to go before they can overthrow Duke Rhea.

…

Nanhuang star, the fifth day of the first lunar month.

This day is the ancestor worship day of the royal family. Unless there is a life-related matter, all civil and military officials must come to the forbidden area of ​​​​the palace in the early morning of the fifth day of the lunar month to accompany His Majesty the Southern King to pay homage to the spirits of their ancestors.

This year's midwinter was extremely cold, and the biting winter wind was blowing wantonly. Many civil servants with weak cultivation couldn't help but bundle up in their robes, bury their heads and shiver. Even though their feet were frozen, they did not dare to move even half a step.

They endured the ravages of the cold wind with great effort, trying their best to open their eyes wide enough to look at the blurry and distant figure in the winter snow.

His Majesty the King of Nan has been standing in front of the tomb of the late king for two hours. No one can see through his back. They can only see that the heavy snow has dyed Nan Yanhe's long hair white, and also dyed him white.

Black royal robe.

As far as they can remember, this is the first time that Nan Yanhe has held an ancestor worship ceremony in a serious manner. They remember that when he was fifteen years old, His Majesty the King of Nan actually drank too much the night before.

Tian lay in the snow and played drunkenly, causing the whole southern region to laugh at his joke.

But this year, His Majesty the King of the South looks different in many ways.

Just like today's ancestor worship, Nan Yanhe didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just stood in front of the monument like a sculpture, motionless. From a distance, he looked like a dull snowman.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the snow became more and more fierce, and the wind became louder and louder.

The "snowman" finally turned around, his eyebrows were covered with frost, his eyes were as indifferent as ice and snow, his bloodless thin lips moved slightly, and a faint voice came out: "I, there is something I need to do.

Announce."

The civil and military officials who were originally like zombies immediately became active, and many people suddenly had a premonition that something big was about to happen.

"Bring prisoner Jing Ping to the stage!" Nan Yanhe's expression seemed to be frozen, without any unnecessary emotion on his face.

With such a simple sentence, all the officials instantly became uproar.

"Jingping?"

"Isn't that... Jing Che's son?"

"He, isn't he already dead?!"

Seeing the crowd getting excited, Cai Ye couldn't help but take a step forward with a cold face, raised his spiritual power and shouted: "Quiet - quiet -"

His voice directly overwhelmed the entire audience. The officials who were whispering became terrified when they saw Cai Ye's dead face. So in just two seconds, everyone was as quiet as dead.

"Clang, clang."

The sound of iron chains hitting each other was heard in the distance. Everyone looked around and saw a prison van slowly approaching. A young man with disheveled hair was imprisoned in it, like an insensitive walking corpse.

When they arrived at the tomb of the 18th generation Nan Wang, two jailers unceremoniously pulled the young man out and pushed him to his knees on the ground very roughly.

"If there is a spirit in heaven and earth, and the king has knowledge, the sinner Jing Ping is willing to have his soul not enter reincarnation, and never be reincarnated forever, in order to repent for my sins."

Jing Ping didn't resist at all, he just muttered in a hollow tone.

Everyone looked at this astonishing scene in astonishment, feeling that their brains were a bit out of control and could not quite keep up with the rhythm.

But under Tang Weitian's control, under the witness of hundreds of officials, in the misty snow, the truth that had been sealed twenty years ago was cruelly torn apart and laid out in front of them bloody.
Chapter completed!