Chapter 204 Prince (for the teacher, look at him and his wife, the leader of the Lin clan
Tonight, the prince did not sleep in the East Palace. After sending out the men in the afternoon, he was still in a state of excitement, imagining the tragic situation of Zhao Zhiran being surrounded and killed by Qian Xundaotong and others, and suddenly felt a little regretful: "I should have told you, let me
They asked Zhao Zhiran, when he seized the Tongda Gambling House that day, did he ever think about today?"
As night fell, he became a little restless again and began to consider the consequences of assassinating Zhao Zhiran. Was it too reckless for him to do so? What if Qian Xundaotong and others accidentally left clues and were later investigated?
Dongji Pavilion has traced the clues, what should I do?
The more he thought about this problem, the more uneasy the prince became. He walked around the palace, thinking hard about various remedies.
Otherwise, when Qianxun Daotong and the others come back, you can tell the teacher and silence these people? Anyway, they are casual cultivators from the East China Sea, so no one will know if they were silenced.
Should this Zhu Longxi be silenced? I only considered him my uncle, so it seemed unethical to do so. Suddenly I remembered the sentence "He who achieves great things does not stick to trivial matters", and he sighed secretly, thinking that he must find out clearly when he turns around.
Zhu Longxi's family is here and Haosheng takes good care of them.
He was just thinking wildly, and the princess's urging in the tent were of no use, and he had no intention of sleeping.
Suddenly, an eunuch came into the palace and reported: "The palace envoy Duan Chaoyong from the Xianling Palace came to visit..."
Before he finished speaking, Duan Chaoyong strode into the bedroom. The princess in the tent said "ah", grabbed the brocade quilt, wrapped her body, and huddled up. Duan Chaoyong glanced at the curtains of the bed, and licked
He licked his lips and said to the prince: "Your Highness, please follow me out of the palace."
The prince trembled and had a premonition that something was not going well, so he asked, "Teacher, what do you mean? It's getting late now, and it doesn't seem appropriate to leave the palace... Where are we going?"
Duan Chaoyong urged: "Let's talk when we get to the place, hurry up!"
The prince was still asking: "Teacher, has the matter been completed? Or has it been exposed?"
Duan Chaoyong smiled, did not answer, and ordered the little eunuch to get the prince's court clothes. The little eunuch did not dare to disobey, and quickly went to the back hall to get the golden prince's court clothes. Several awakened maids started to do it together.
Duan Chaoyong kept urging him to put on his court clothes and crown. Duan Chaoyong grabbed the prince and ran out.
The prince could not keep up with Duan Chaoyong's pace, so Duan Chaoyong simply picked up his jade belt and ran as fast as he could.
Not long after, the prince was anxiously carried to the Ancestral Temple by Duan Chaoyong. On the way into the Ancestral Temple, he saw a group of sergeants wearing helmets and armor, and saw the monks from the Shangsan Palace who were standing in awe. He was panicked and his feet were already a little weak.
Zhu Xianjian stood on the high steps in front of the bedroom, glanced at the prince up and down, and said with a smile: "Prince, don't panic, your uncle will decide everything with you."
The prince trembled and asked: "Uncle King, I just made a temporary decision, not deliberately. I am confused. I should not touch Zhao Zhiran's thoughts. I know I am wrong..."
Zhu Xianjian glared at him: "What's wrong with the prince? If you want me to die, I have to die. Killing only Zhao Zhiran, where's the mistake?"
The prince was even more confused by this look, and begged again: "Uncle, are you going to... rebel? I don't know anything, can you spare me?"
Even though he begged again and again, Mr. Zhu ignored him at all, dragged him into the Hall of Enjoyment, and ordered the monks on duty to raise the curtains on the hall, revealing the white marble table.
The stone beast above the Huabiao is still refining the essence in an orderly manner. The essence drips into the dew tray, flows down the stone pillar, and soaks into the rosette at the bottom.
Compared to a few months ago, the color of the rosette is even redder.
The prince said in fear: "Uncle King, this is..."
Mr. Zhu said: "I respectfully invite the prince to sit on the lotus seat." He grabbed his collar, picked him up and put him on the lotus seat.
The prince wanted to move again, but Zhu Xian saw a restraining talisman stuck on the back of his head, and he was immediately unable to move.
At Zhu Xianxian's signal, two monks stepped forward and stuffed a magic weapon into the prince's arms. The prince lowered his head to look, but his neck could not lower even an inch. He wanted to ask, but his tongue could not move. But he was not.
The fool, at this moment, also knew that something was wrong. He turned his eyes to Duan Chaoyong and looked to his teacher for help.
Duan Chaoyong comforted him and said, "Prince, please be patient. We will stand in front of you. Once the important matter is settled, everything will return to the way it was before."
Just as preparations were completed, the alarm bell rang outside the Ancestral Temple, nine times in a row, and the sound resounded through the sky and reached thousands of households in the capital.
Late into the night, Yan Shifan also did not fall asleep. He was actively discussing the tactics for the next round of practice ball battle with several court guests in the mansion. The several court guests he invited were all low-level casual cultivators who were proficient in the practice ball.
Yan Shifan was very cautious about the blue ink painting of the yellow-crowned monk at the Huizhen Hall in Taizhou, Zhejiang. He deliberately sent out several court guests more than ten days ago and asked around. Today is the day to gather the details of the other party.
"Is Lan Shuimo related to Lan Dachong of Lingji Palace?"
"If we talk about it, Lan Shuimo's great ancestor is the fifth uncle enshrined by Lan Da. In other words, Lan Shui Mo should actually be regarded as the great-nephew enshrined by Lan Da, but he is a bit far away. Therefore, during the competition, there is no need to consider the issue of face and directly compare him to
Just defeat him, Lord Lan will not be unhappy about it."
Yan Shifan nodded slightly, drank tea, and continued to listen.
"Lan Shui Mo's cultivation is mainly taught by his senior brother..."
Just as he was talking about this, a servant came to the room and reported: "Young master, the eldest master invites you to go to his study."
Yan Shifan stood up and ordered: "You discuss it first, I will come as soon as I go."
When he came to Yan Song's study, he saw his father with a sad face, frowning and reading a letter repeatedly.
"It's already Yinchu, why doesn't father sleep?"
Seeing Yan Shifan come in, Yan Song hurriedly said: "My son, come quickly. I am worried about killing my father. How can I sleep!"
After receiving the letter from Yan Song, Yan Shifan read it twice and said with a smile: "The prince is worried."
Yan Song asked: "How do you say? Yang Yiqing is not worried?"
Yan Shifan said: "With Yang Yiqing's temperament, he will definitely not tolerate such a stigma. He will definitely show his cards to the prince. Now it depends on how the prince will deal with it. But I guess the prince will think of some off-the-shelf tricks, and I don't know if they will work."
Yan Song asked again: "What should I do as a father? If this matter becomes serious, there must be an explanation."
Yan Shifan said: "The rumor started from "Inside and Outside the Imperial City", and it must be Abbot Zhao's hand; the rumor refers to Yang Yiqing, and Abbot Zhao's target must be in the cabinet. What's going on in the cabinet? Old Xia Ge just resigned.
If you want to quell this matter, you only need to ask Mr. Xia Ge to come out of the cabinet to take care of the matter."
Yan Song frowned: "No!"
Yan Shifan thought for a while and came up with another idea: "Father can submit a letter and propose that adding another bachelor to the cabinet can also eliminate this matter."
Yan Song continued to shake his head: "It's still inappropriate."
Yan Shifan said helplessly: "Then the son suggested that the father should report his illness."
Yan Song thought for a while and nodded in agreement: "My father will be ill and recuperate at home today."
After finishing the matter, Yan Song became concerned about his son's "career" and asked: "The tenth round will be the day after tomorrow. If I can win, I will be ranked first. Does my son have any chance of winning?"
Yan Shifan smiled proudly and said: "Don't worry, father, just prepare a banquet."
While they were talking, they suddenly heard the sound of bells and drums. The father and son looked surprised and turned their heads at the same time, looking towards the direction from which the bells came - the Ancestral Temple.
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