Yu Han was shocked. These hidden pieces were all chess pieces arranged by the queen for the prince. They were not used at that time, and later the queen was not allowed to use them anymore.
After all, this purpose is to plot great rebellion.
It was not used back then, but now it is restarted? Could it be... for the purpose of acting as king?
He was thinking this in his heart, but he immediately responded: "Yes."
After finishing speaking, he hesitated again: "Mother, it's been twenty years, I'm afraid not many people will still respond."
The queen sat and smiled slightly.
"They have all received great favors from me in the past, and they all have the leverage in my hands, so they will agree." She said calmly: "Besides, those who refuse to agree are traitors to the Lord, and their sins are unforgivable."
"Yu Han, is your sword sharp?"
After Yu Han heard this, he bowed down and touched the gold brick lightly with his forehead: "Please rest assured, my lady, this slave was your sword twenty years ago, and it is yours now."
"I am the third generation Nishuihan!"
"I believe you!" The queen stood up and walked outside.
Outside the outer hall, it was already dark.
She looked in the direction of Prince Dai's Mansion, unwilling to look away for a long time.
Daiwangfu
Five people patrolled with lanterns, Zheng Huai took the lead. The bustle of the day had ended, and the house gradually became quiet.
The pebbled paths and corridors, pavilions and pavilions are all hidden in it. There are no palace buildings in the northern zone. The garden is a flower cave. Although it is winter, you can still feel the dense trees and a quiet yard. It is so quiet at this time that it seems like there is no place.
It's like people living here.
A gust of wind passed over the top, startling the birds and flying up with squawking sounds. The sound was faintly transmitted through the hazy night, making people tremble all over.
"This place is really scary. Why do monks want to live here?" Youfu Wei trembled and said.
"It is said that what we want is this kind of peace and quiet." Zheng Huai, the foreman, said, and sneered: "I just have the courage to patrol all night. If you are afraid, you might as well go to a farm in the suburbs."
"No, squad leader, don't be so bad. Going to the farm is very miserable. Last time the second son of the Luo family was kicked out, his appearance changed within a few days." The guard trembled and said.
"It's good that you know, and do your job honestly." Zheng Huai said, but he was secretly shocked that he was lucky enough to survive this purge in the house.
But I heard that King Dai was loved by the emperor, and he wanted to make him a grandson. In this case, what should King Qi do? If King Qi is not good, should he take the opportunity to do things for King Dai?
However, he has something in Prince Qi's Mansion. If it is exposed... Zheng Huai doesn't dare to think along this line of thinking anymore, and he doesn't want to continue thinking about it. He just feels panic.
He glanced at the yard and just said in a low voice: "Stop yelling, this is the person the higher ups have ordered to pay attention to. You must pay attention to it at all times, do you understand?"
"Understood!" Several people responded in low voices. Zheng Huai stopped talking and led the people away. Occasionally, there was the sound of long knives clashing.
In a Zen room, a handsome monk wearing a black eye patch was sitting cross-legged, motionless, and seemed not to hear the sound outside.
A black eyepatch was placed on his face. Although it covered one eye and destroyed his aura of being an immortal, it also added a bit of weird charm.
Just like the extremely holy snow, dotted with red blood, the black and white contrast also plays a similar role at this moment.
His exposed eye is also closed, and his long eyelashes are drooped. It seems that he has entered Zen meditation, but the eyelashes that occasionally tremble slightly indicate that his mood is not calm at the moment, and he has not entered the best state.
realm.
After the guards left, the wind seemed to pick up outside, and the bamboo forest rustled. Bian Xuan was in a trance, as if he saw a little monk come in. He was only ten years old, chubby and cute.
"Pu Jing, why are you here so late? Go to sleep. We have early classes tomorrow."
This is one of the orphans adopted by the temple. He always calls himself uncle. Although he is young, his seniority in the temple is actually quite high.
"Uncle Master, I have a question."
"What doubts are there? Just tell me!" Bianxuan wanted to solve the doubts and let him go to rest. In the morning class, he gathered in the main hall between 3 to 6 am every day to chant sutras and worship. It was very hard.
"Uncle Master, is the Brahma Dharma vast?"
"The Brahman Dharma is naturally vast and is the principle proved by the Brahma God. This principle is based on the five principles of earth, water, fire, wind, and space, and is the original Brahman nature of all living beings."
"It can wash away all troubles and dirt, and tame all heretics. It is extremely beneficial. You must not doubt it." As he spoke, the scenery suddenly changed. In the dim night, shadows moved in the distance, seeming to warn himself not to go there, but
But his heart seemed to be attracted, and Bianxuan stood up and walked towards the noise.
As the light dimmed, he seemed to be in a small room.
Sitting in front of me in meditation was an old monk with a majestic Dharma appearance. He couldn't help but clasp his hands and kneel down when discerning the mysteries.
"Bianxuan, there is a prophecy that the Brahma Dharma will flourish in this land, but if you don't follow the ruler of the country, it will be difficult to establish the law. You should get closer to the princess... remember, remember."
The words echoed in his ears like an accent. Bianxuan clasped his hands together and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't.
The scene in front of me slowly faded away, and it turned into a girl standing among the flowers.
She smiled brightly and was picking a flower in her hand. She seemed to hear his footsteps and turned to look at him.
"Princess……"
Bianxuan subconsciously walked towards that direction, but in the blink of an eye, a person appeared between him and the princess.
"Acting King?"
Bian Xuan was slightly stunned. The young man in front of him was very handsome, not inferior to him in the slightest. He was even more elegant, noble and dignified.
If not the acting king, who could he be?
He was about to stop, but the next moment, the scene in front of him disappeared again.
A chain was suddenly thrown and locked him tightly.
"Take them all, and those who act rashly will be killed!" Many soldiers suddenly appeared in front of them, their swords flashing in the cold light.
Benxuan was pulled by someone and stumbled away. Looking around, he realized that this was the garden, but he was pushed into the prison room in the blink of an eye.
"Beat, torture severely."
All kinds of cruel torture instruments were used on monks old and young without hesitation, and the screams were endless.
The old monks and the young monks were the first to be unable to persevere.
Without cultivation to protect the body, how can one withstand torture?
Benxuan looked at the smoking iron and pressed it on his chest. The master, who had always been dignified and calm, could not stop himself from screaming no matter how much he meditated, and even fell into coma.
There are even brothers who cannot stand it and beg for mercy: "Spare me, it's none of my business. Spare me, I'm willing to return to secular life, I'm willing to return to secular life!"
"Ah, Master, I'm afraid! Master, Master, save me!" What appeared in front of him was a ten-year-old Pujing. He was also tied to a shelf, facing the jailer who was holding a red-hot iron brand with a sinister smile.
, couldn't help but tremble with fear.
In the past, Pujing was always running around the temple. If he happened to encounter someone, he would stop him and persuade him to walk, so as not to bump into the pilgrims.
Pujing always promised, but always made mistakes. Now he is crying and shouting: "Uncle, save me, I don't dare anymore, I will be very good..."
"Pu Chi..." The little monk screamed as the iron was applied, and his voice gradually disappeared. His widened eyes lost their luster, but they kept looking at him.
It was as if he was asking why he didn't save himself, why Brahma God and Brahma Dharma didn't save him.
"No, no, it's not that I don't want to save, it's just..."
"I just can't do anything." Benxuan said, with sweetness overflowing from his mouth.