The most remarkable thing at the beginning of the eighth year of Tianbao was Li Longji's New Year's greetings. In the greetings, he clearly expressed his willingness to abdicate without any ambiguity. His speech caused storm in the court and the country. Although it was not the first time that the emperor abdicated in the Tang Dynasty, Li Longji's father, Emperor Ruizong of Tang, had given way twice.

But most people do not believe that Li Longji will follow his father's footsteps. His longing for the throne is far more than his father, not to mention that many people still remember the old story of the prince's tragic death twenty-five years ago in Kaiyuan.

So, is he pretending to behave? It is possible that Li Longji's desolation of the government has made all officials complain. Since August of the seventh year of Tianbao, he has never held an early court. Even from October to the eve of the New Year, he was not in Chang'an City at all, but stayed in the foggy hot spring palace of Mount Li. Perhaps he was using the abdication to conceal his dereliction of duty.

It was not until the seventh day of the first lunar month that Li Longji suddenly fainted while listening to Wang Zhongsi's report on his duties in the imperial study room, which made everyone feel reminiscent. It turned out that the emperor's body was so weak, and from this, some people began to believe his abdication.

However, only a very small number of people can see the true intention of Li Longji's abdication. Li Linfu is one of them. He was the prime minister for seventeen years and knew very well about Li Longji. He knew that if Li Longji had major actions, he would always show abnormalities in spring.

At this moment, Li Linfu curled up his whole body in his yellow and ancient rattan chair, closing his eyes tightly. A beautiful concubine behind him was gently kneading his temples. Li Longji will have a big move in the past few months. This has been confirmed. The key now is who his target is to, the prince? Or himself? This is what Li Linfu needs to figure out.

Logically, the abdication was naturally related to the prince, but Li Longji's layout was often unexpected, and Li Linfu did not dare to draw a conclusion. Moreover, if it was really related to the prince, he would give himself a hint to help him, but there was no news yet. Could it be that he really wanted to deal with him? Li Linfu suddenly had a trace of enlightenment, but he couldn't think of what the problem was? He couldn't help but feel upset, and even the gentle massage on his temple was exaggerated ten times by his feelings, turning into severe pain.

Li Linfu was angry and slapped the concubine with his backhand, which scared her to kneel down to the ground with fear, buried her head, and said no, Li Linfu reached out and raised her chin, carefully admired the fear in her eyes. A heat rose from her lower abdomen. He pinched her face, squinted her eyes and ordered: "Take off the clothes, and you will not be allowed to hang them at all."

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A quarter of an hour later, the concubine pulled the messy clothes on her body with a flushed face. After tidying up, she hurriedly ran away. Li Linfu was still sitting on his old rattan chair, and his seating posture had not changed. It seemed that nothing had happened. Perhaps because of the tide, a gap that blocked his thoughts was washed open. The answer that had been thinking but was unable to be achieved just now suddenly became clear. Li Longji did not give himself any hints, but he did not mean that he had no action. He could achieve his goals through others.

If Li Longji really wants to touch the prince again, what is his responsibility? From the fifth year of Tianbao to now, he has been waiting for three years. Has the certain conditions he is waiting for have been ripe? If so, who will he ask to complete his deployment? And what role should he play?

A series of questions lingered in Li Linfu's heart. He seemed to be standing in a corridor with closed doors around him, but he could not retreat. He had to enter a room no matter what.

"Who is this person?"

Li Linfu's mindset made him choose the room that was most related to him. Only by knowing who this person was can he determine the role he wanted to play. "Zhang Qiu Jianqiong is impossible. He has always been a supporter of the prince, and his backbone Zhang Yun, Li Qing and others are not even possible. Zhang Yun has always had a good relationship with the prince, and Li Qing was born in the Eastern Palace and has a close relationship with King Guangping. Li Longji will not use them."

Li Linfu changed his position slightly, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and let the edge of the chair cover his neck, which was also a habit for him to think about problems.

"Yang Guozhong!"

This name suddenly popped up in Li Linfu's mind. The person he had paid great attention to was silent since the imperial examination case three years ago. However, last year he suddenly made a high-profile comeback and took up the position of Jingzhao Yin again. He was also much more mature and experienced in dealing with people and things. He was no longer as stupid and shallow as he had been three years ago. Li Linfu gasped. Yang Guozhong was always considered by him as the person Li Longji used to replace him. If it was him, would it also mean that Li Longji would attack him?

Li Linfu could no longer sit still. He reached out and pulled a rope hidden on the wall three times, walked slowly to the window. After a moment, a masked man in black appeared quietly under Li Linfu's window like a black cat. Under the dim moonlight, only a thin ray of light remained in his eyes.

"Go to the East Palace and stare at any suspicious person who is out."

The black shadow suddenly disappeared, as if a bubble burst in front of the window, the cold crescent moon hid in a black cloud, and the wind blew outside.

It is said that on the surface, the person who is humble and kind is often more darker in his mind, and Prince Li Heng is such a person.

In the East Palace, Li Heng wrote under the lamp. He was less than forty years, but his hair was quietly gray. In the past three years, he had almost never taken a step out of the East Palace. He was not only cautious but also careful. He was like a frightened snail. The position of the prince was the heavy hard shell, pressing him down.

At the beginning of this year, the father expressed his intention to abdicate twice in public, which was a major event that was directly related to him. He was ignorant for a long time before he realized that he was the crown prince, the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, and the person who sat in that position after the emperor abdicated.

Li Heng sighed and gently put the pen down. The thick five pages of advice were filled with his loyalty as a minister and his filial piety as a son.

Even if Li Longji said he would abdicate ten thousand times, Li Heng would still be humble ten thousand times, "Father, please sit down with peace of mind, my son is willing to serve you!"

Really? Actually, it is not. Just as I heard something incredible, ninety-nine percent was confusion and incredible, but one percent was secret joy and yearning in my heart. The news that my father was about to abdicate was heard. Li Heng, who was looking forward to the throne, had suffered from insomnia for two nights, and a young bud quietly sprouted from the dead old tree in his heart.

On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Li Longji suddenly fainted and did not wake up slowly until the early morning of the next day. The news seemed to have added ten times the magic potion, causing the buds to grow into a branch overnight.

He received the exact news again that King Yong secretly met his uncle, Guo Xuji, the governor of Jiannan, on the seventh day of the lunar month and the eighth day of the lunar month. King Qing, who also suffered heavy blows in the fifth year of Tianbao, also quietly began to recover, and countless mysterious people appeared in his mansion.

Li Heng was not worried that his father would abolish him, but was afraid that his father would suddenly die, and the Xuanwu Gate incident a hundred years ago was repeated again.

This is a very likely thing. Chen Xuanli, the general of the Yulin Army, received favors from Guo Shunyi, the mother of Yong, in his early years, and has always taken good care of Li Lin. However, the Jinwu Guard, Weiwei, Xiaogu, Wugu, Leading Guard, and the Liuru Mansion of the East Palace all had a vague attitude. In the storm of the deposed prince in the fifth year of Tianbao, no one was willing to speak for him.

Li Heng has always had a strong external power but weak internal power. Most of the people who support him were local officials. At his peak, Zhang Qiujianqiong, the governor of Jiannan; Huangfu Weiming, the governor of Longyou; Wang Zhongsi, the governor of Shuofang, and Wang Lingcha, the governor of Anxi; Meng Lingcha, the protector of Anxi; and all local warlords who held heavy power all supported him. Now, those who died, those who were in tune with adjustments and demoted were left. Only Wang Zhongsi still had hundreds of thousands of military power. This time he heard that he came to Beijing to report his duties, and his 5,000 personal soldiers stationed in Fengxiang area.

Li Heng seemed to have forgotten Huangfu Weiming's past lessons. He couldn't wait to write a letter asking Wang Zhongsi to hand over the control of the five thousand cavalry to him. The longing and fear that had been suppressing for three years burst out at this moment. He was already burned by the throne.

Li Heng rolled the letter into a group, carefully stuffed it into a hollow golden ball, and then summoned a confidant old eunuch, who was the old man left to him by his mother. He had martial arts skills and was his personal bodyguard. His loyalty was absolutely reliable.

"You hand over this thing to Wang Zhongsi. This matter is of great importance. You must be careful."

The old eunuch took the Golden Pill with trembling hands, and even Li Jingzhong could not entrust it. It was obvious that the burden on him was so heavy that he put away the Golden Pill without saying a word, and his gray figure disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

A night wind filled with mist blew, and the chill was blowing. Li Heng shivered, his hair tightened, and his fanatical mind quickly calmed down. He suddenly felt a little regretful. He was too anxious to do this.

The thick fog enveloped Chang'an, and the air was wet. The fog wrapped the scenery fifty steps away in a blurry and dizzy shell. Several halls towering up in the sky in the palace city only had a black outline faintly. The yellow lanterns of death air looked like giant eyes floating in the air, without any mighty spirit, and exuded a demonic aura.

A gray shadow quickly exited the East Palace from Yanxi Gate to the west with the cover of thick fog and walked around to the outside of Yongchangfang. Wang Zhongsi's mansion was in Qinrenfang. If an ordinary person walked, it would take at least half an hour, but the man in gray walked very fast. In less than half an hour, he came to Qinrenfang. The gate was not closed yet. In the thick fog, the gate was open like a huge mouth, and two lanterns swayed in the wind, emitting a dismal halo. The shadows inside the gate were filled with a hint of light, as if this was the road to hell, which was terrifying.

In a corner of the gate, there was a lazy little beggar curled up. He seemed to be the landlord here. He knew everyone who came in and out. However, it was the first time he saw this man in gray. The little beggar couldn't help but look at him more, but suddenly he found that there seemed to be a flashing golden light on his hand. After looking carefully, the little beggar's eyes lit up, and it turned out to be a golden ball.

The man in gray only stayed under his feet for a moment. He put the golden horse close to his body, speeded up again, and soon disappeared into the thick fog. Not long after his figure disappeared, a black shadow quietly followed him, his steps were light and erratic, like a strange black cat. The little beggar who was about to get up was shocked by his strangeness, and his heart suddenly became thwarted and retracted back to the corner of the wall.

The man in black glanced at the corner of the wall and did not take the little beggar in his eyes. His eyes passed through the thick fog, locked in the direction of the man in gray, and quickly followed him.

But Ye Chang'an in the thick fog showed all kinds of incredible ideas. Shortly after the two disappeared, the little beggar in the corner was about to get up again, but suddenly he found that a third strange person had also appeared. He was wearing a white dress, his face pale, as if he was wearing a mask, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring straight at the little beggar.

The little beggar was so scared that he took two steps back, and fell to the ground with a "punch" instinctively pointing to the southwest, telling him that the two people in front were heading there.

The man in white suddenly grinned and flipped in the air. When he landed, the person was gone. The little beggar rubbed his eyes and shouted in a low voice, "My mother! Is he haunted tonight?"

He thought of the golden pill and couldn't help swallowing. His eyes rolled, and he turned around and drilled through a broken wall. He knew a shortcut that he could catch up with them.

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The man in gray ran along the path, and there was no one on the road. The thick street trees were like giants standing in the night and thick fog. The scars on the trunk seemed like grimaces, and they looked extremely ferocious. The man in gray suddenly stopped. There were Wang Zhongsi's mansion dozens of steps ahead. He touched the Jinmao in his arms and was about to go up and knock on the door, but suddenly felt the strong wind suddenly rise in his head. He didn't have time to think about it, instinctively rolled sideways, jumped out one meter away, avoiding the blow behind his back, but before he could get up, the strong wind came again, possessed by the shadow, and the man in gray was shocked. In terms of time, this person seemed to have not landed on the ground, and was just turning in the air. If this was the case, he was too much higher than himself, and he was far from his opponent.

It was too late to flash again. With a 'bang!', the man in gray was kicked in the back. He felt that the skeleton was about to dissipate, his internal organs seemed to have moved, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out. The situation was extremely urgent. The man in gray took out the golden ball without thinking, and used all his strength to throw it into the misty night sky.

The man in black succeeded in the sneak attack. He was about to kill the other party, but found a golden thread flying out of his hand, which crossed the night sky and disappeared into the thick fog. The man in black was shocked. He didn't care to hurt the man in gray anymore, and his right foot was a little on the trunk of the tree and rushed towards the place where the golden ball disappeared.

The old eunuch spitted three mouthfuls of blood, holding the wall and running back hard, but he ran less than a hundred steps. A man in white blocked the way. He held his hand coldly in front of his chest and stood on a thin branch, like a leaf on a tree, swaying up and down with the branch. The old eunuch was already exhausted and could only sigh and reach out to grab his throat. However, before his hand reached his throat, a white shadow passed by his head. The old eunuch felt that it was dark in front of him and could not see anything.

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Let’s talk about the man in black looking for the golden pill like crazy, but he searched everywhere, but didn’t see any golden color. ‘Isn’t it possible to get him into the plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain?’

The man in black suddenly had a sense of enlightenment. He stomped his feet and turned around to chase the old eunuch in the direction of running away. As his figure gradually disappeared, a thin figure squeezed out from the hollow trunk of a big tree. It was the little beggar next to the gate, and what he was holding tightly in his hand was the glittering golden ball.
Chapter completed!