After hearing his father's words, perhaps due to the strength born from the desire to survive, the prince, who had been paralyzed on the ground, stood up again, and he didn't know whether he was roaring at his superior father or the supreme imperial power.
"You are such a good father. For the sake of the so-called world, you actually wanted your own son's life. You kept saying it was for the world. If you really were for the world, back then..."
"Bang!"
The Holy Lord came all the way from Yunshu Hall, his eyes were calm and calm until the prince mentioned the word "back then", his expression suddenly changed, and he slapped the book table hard. The old dust on the table was scattered with this palm. Up, in front of the father and son, a wall of smoke and dust faintly blocked the city.
The prince already knew his fate, and when he was extremely frightened, he didn't care at all. He sneered and met the eyes of Jiuwu behind the smoke barrier: "What's the matter, you are allowed to do it, but I, your son, are not allowed to say it? Grandpa Huang, uncle Huang The two spirits in heaven will also be watching you..."
"Hahahaha!" Before the prince could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of the Holy One laughing wildly from behind the smoke barrier.
Although he was looking up and laughing, there was no smile in his eyes. When he lowered his head, his expression had become extremely cold. He looked at the prince outside the desk, as if he was not looking at his own son, but at the king. Looking at the dying minister.
"Destiny is destiny, but you have to rely on yourself to change your destiny..."
The Holy Emperor regained his composure and spoke calmly to the outside of the temple: "Old Yan."
The heavy sound of the door opening sounded behind the prince. At this moment, the prince had lost his mind and was no longer afraid of life and death. He did not care about the Grand Master of the Army. When he turned around, he saw Yan Ruohai's slightly sympathetic eyes. For the first time, the prince showed some sympathy. He spoke like a king with disdain.
"What's going on, Grandmaster Yan also wants to make trouble for me, the prince who is about to be deposed?"
Yan Ruohai has such a high level of cultivation. Even though he was guarding outside the palace, he could clearly hear the conversation between the father and his son in the palace. For Yan Ruohai, he knew the royal affairs very well. The more he knew, the deeper he got into. It will be harder to get out in the future, but now that we are deeply trapped, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and move forward.
He bowed respectfully to the prince who had lost his mind, and waited patiently for the Ninth Five Emperor's order behind the writing desk.
Seeing his father stand up, the pressure over the years still made the prince take a few steps back, but the Holy Emperor was not looking at the prince. He still walked calmly to the side of Yan Ruohai who was lying on the ground, and hung the jade holder back on his wrist: "I Can you bring what I told you to bring?"
Hearing this, Yan Ruohai's body froze. Although Yan Ruohai lowered his head, he knew the look on his face without looking at him. He kowtowed deeply and said, "Your Majesty, think twice!"
The Holy Emperor was not angry because of this, and his tone was more calm: "Is it possible that Lao Yan also wants to rebel today?"
Perhaps knowing that there was no room for maneuver, Yan Ruohai was silent for a moment, took out something wrapped in bright yellow satin from his arms, held it up with both hands, and said solemnly: "I don't dare."
Taking the bright yellow silk satin, he reached out to help Yan Ruohai up, and looked back at his son. With the last hope rising in his eyes, the Holy Emperor threw the bright yellow parcel in front of the unwilling prince.
Seeing the bright yellow silk and satin scattered, revealing the wrapped things, the prince's pupils reflected the cold light shining in the bright yellow silk and satin, finally pulling the prince who had lost his mind back a little, but as soon as the general came back to his senses, he heard the majestic and peaceful voice. The sound was in the palace.
"pick it up."
Looking up at each other, his father's eyes were looking straight at him with a look that could not be rejected. The prince stretched out his hands and picked up the dagger from the ground. Perhaps he had emptied his body from the drunkenness, or perhaps he was already frightened. Not only did his hands tremble, but Even the eyes that reflected the cold light kept trembling, but the four-clawed python robe that was embroidered by the world's most skilled craftsmen was still majestic and not timid.
"Kill me, and this world will be yours!"
His slightly dimmed eyes bloomed with endless brilliance as he spoke, and the Holy Master spoke calmly to his son word by word.
"Your Majesty!"
Yan Ruohai beside him finally changed his expression and hurriedly opened his mouth to dissuade him. But the moment he opened his mouth, he saw those eyes from eighteen years ago again. They were seeing everything but with a bit of coldness, a bit of violence, and dark eyes. There seemed to be an endless abyss in his pupils, which was intimidating at first glance.
The dignified Grandmaster of the Guards did not dare to look directly into those eyes at this moment, so he quickly lowered his gaze and kept silent.
"Yan Ruohai listened to the decree. As long as the prince kills me today, you will take the tiger talisman and mobilize the troops to assist the prince in succeeding to the throne." The Holy One spoke again, full of cold murderous intent, making the already chilly palace even more chilly. Partially cold.
Yan Ruohai did not dare to say any more, and immediately knelt down with a military salute, kneeling down towards Jiu Wu: "My lord, Yan Ruohai, I accept the order."
His cold eyes never moved, staring straight at the prince who was holding a sharp blade and the muscles on his face were trembling. He said coldly: "Prince, did you hear that? As long as you dare, you can have this world at your fingertips!"
When he spoke, he was already walking lightly, pressing towards the prince step by step.
One step forward, one step back, and in the end we will be haggard.
Under the light, even the shining sharp blade could not withstand the coldness in the eyes of the Holy Master. The prince no longer dared to raise his head to meet the gaze that could see through his own thoughts, and the hands holding the sharp blade began to shake violently.
I don't know whether he was suppressed by this decree or frightened by his father's approaching pace. When he retreated, he stumbled and fell, sitting on the ground. He unconsciously raised his eyes and met the cold gaze, which penetrated his heart.
The corners of the prince's eyes that were slightly twitching suddenly became uncontrollable, and then his entire face began to twitch non-stop, and he began to speak nonsense.
"Wantless, do you know who I am?" the prince asked with a wild laugh, his sinister tone was very strange in the empty hall.
The Holy Lord, who was pressing forward step by step, finally stopped. Yan Ruohai, who was kneeling on the ground not far away, also followed the prince's words, raised his head slightly, and looked at the poor man who had lost his composure in disbelief, but when the Holy Lord and Yan Ruohai had not yet Before he had time to figure out what was going on with the prince in front of him, he heard the prince speak again.
"Who are you?" The prince seemed to be talking to the air. He answered the question by himself, and his tone seemed to be that of another person.
The prince returned to his previous tone with a stern tone and shouted angrily at the empty hall: "I am Prince Qi Yun, how dare you act so presumptuously in front of me!"
Before he could maintain his expression for a moment, the prince's demeanor changed to a respectful and humble one, and he spoke to himself: "I don't dare, I don't dare. I hope the prince will forgive me!"
"Excuse me? Hahahahaha... Come on, drag this ugly thing down to me and kill it!"
The prince, who was laughing wildly, changed his expression back and forth in this short period of time, raised one arm, and moved his body behind him, as if he was being dragged...
The Holy Emperor put away his cold gaze, stopped approaching the prince, turned slightly sideways, and made way for the prince who kept moving, allowing him to roam freely in the hall.
In the palace, the prince sometimes laughed coldly, sometimes ran wildly, sometimes sobbed in a low voice, and sometimes begged for mercy. Yan Ruohai, who was lying on the ground, saw such a crazy prince. He did not dare to raise his head to see the prince's expression, let alone speak, and just put his body Stay low.
"Old Yan." The Holy Master's tone was no longer cold at this moment, but showed a bit of fatigue.
Yan Ruohai was startled and hurriedly responded, "I'm here."
"What happened tonight..."
"I have been busy with the case of ghosts traveling at night recently, and I was not aware of the changes in the palace." Yan Ruohai hurriedly opened his mouth to report.
The Holy One was silent for a moment, not caring about the prince who was still running wildly in the palace. Instead, he turned to look at the night sky outside the palace, which was almost twilight, and said slowly: "How are things going in the inner city?"
"Your Majesty, don't worry. These children were all selected by me personally, not to mention Duanmu's assistance. There will be no mistakes." Yan Ruohai reported truthfully with a faint uneasiness rising in his heart.
Taking off the jade bracelet from his wrist, twisting it and thinking for a moment, the Holy Master bent down, helped Yan Ruohai up and said: "Old Yan, in this world... only the human heart is unpredictable. Not everyone is like you. , loyal to me, loyal to Qi Yun."
When Yan Ruohai, who was standing next to the emperor, heard this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the Holy Lord beside him who was speaking to himself. His eyes were full of disbelief, as if he had just met the master he had followed for many years.
"Old Yan doesn't want to leave?" Sensing Yan Ruohai's gaze, the Holy Master asked coldly without moving his gaze.
"I...obey the order...I will meet you after I return..." Seeing the deep temptation in the Holy Master's eyes, Yan Ruohai's heart trembled and he hurriedly bowed his head in agreement, but before he could finish his words, he had heard
De Sheng Shang opened his mouth.
"Such things don't need to be done personally by my Grandmaster of the Guards. Someone will do it. I only hope that Lao Yan can understand my painstaking efforts."
Although the tone was gentle, the echoes of the prince's crazy shouts in the empty hall made even peerless masters like Yan Ruohai feel chills running down their spines. Without any hesitation, Yan Ruohai was about to kneel down immediately, but was stopped by the Holy Master. Hold your arms.
Feeling the strength of his arm loosen, he saw that the Lord of Qi Yun had turned around and walked towards the outside of the palace. Yan Ruohai turned his head slightly and looked at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was still crazy in the palace. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were unbearable, but Or take steps to follow the Holy One.
Until I walked out of the courtyard door outside the palace, I heard the heavy sound of the heavy palace door slowly closing, and the faint sound of crazy shouts. My heart was like a huge stone, and it never relieved for a long time.
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Under the gate of Jianglin's inner city, the warm blood has melted away the unmelted winter snow. Several young masters have long since lost their breath, and only one person is still struggling to hold on.
It was already dawning, and with some light, I could clearly see the face of the young master kneeling on one knee. It turned out to be the descendant of the Yan family who was in Cao Jing's house earlier. At this moment, his body was covered with wounds, and blood was still oozing out. Come out, lean on the ground with one palm, and soak the ground.
"Why... why?" The Yan family disciples raised their heads and looked at Duanmuqiu, who was not far away and was shaking off the blood from the tip of his knife. He was wearing a terrifying mask and showed no expression, and asked unwillingly.
"The world is like a chess game, you and I are both pawns, don't blame me..."
Duanmuqiu wore a terrifying mask, but his tone was still somewhat apologetic. He put the saber in his arm into his arm, wiped off the last trace of blood on the saber with his armor, and approached with the saber...
The sound of roosters crowing dispersed the long night. Whether it was the inner city officials who had put on their court uniforms and were preparing to go to court, or the people of Jianglin who had gone out to make a living early, they all saw the nine guards wearing bright yellow scrolls, each galloping to post the imperial list. Go to the inner and outer city bulletin boards.
The haze of the "Ghosts Walking at Night" case has not yet dissipated over Jianglin. The imperial list at this time naturally attracted Jianglin officials and people to gather towards the place where the imperial list was posted.
It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, everyone is horrified and screams.
"The ghost committed another murder last night. Cao Jing, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel, and many officials of the Six Ministries were killed..." The people surrounding the imperial list, some of whom were literate, recited softly, and those gathered around could hear it. Terrified.
At the imperial list in Jianglin's inner city, the officials waiting to go to court also had ugly expressions. When they reached the end of the list, even though the officials were rich enough, they couldn't hide their horror, because at the end of the imperial list it was written "Qi Qi". Prince Yun Wu was also killed in the prince's mansion..."
The expressions of the court officials suddenly varied. Some were silent, some were crying bitterly on the spot, and some were shaking their heads and sighing. Only a few people raised their heads and looked up at the seat of Qi Yun's supreme imperial power, or their eyes. Show panic, or show surprise...
