Three months later.

It was almost June, and the sun should have been scorching, but in recent days, the sky has often been cloudy and light rain.

The war between the border pass and the Xiliang Kingdom will come every few days, and the seven-year-long war has finally come to an end. The people cheered and called Xiao Mohan the god of war Luoqi, and his son Xiao Chuhong was only seventeen years old, good at marching and arranging, and made great achievements on the battlefield.

Everyone in the world is right, with the Xiao family's father and son, the people of Luoqi will be safe and worry-free.

At the instigation of someone with a heart, this word spread into the palace.

Since ancient times, the courtiers have been the most jealous of their merits, pampered and arrogant, but Xiao Mohan and his son have military power in their hands, and they have a very good personal relationship with the Taifu Mansion, and they do not shy away from it.

Xiao Chuhong has set up a family affair with Ji Yunge, the daughter of the prime minister, since he was a child, which was given by the emperor to marry, Xiao Mohan and Ji Mengping have always been at odds, and giving them family affairs in advance can be regarded as mutual checks and balances. It is precisely because of this that a family affair has formed a feud, and they look at each other even more unpleasantly.

Emperor Shang Yujiao is in the prime of life, but the location of the East Palace is already solid, although the royal affairs cannot be talked about, it is inevitable that some people will be suspicious in private.

......

The specifications of the left prime minister's house are extremely luxurious, the walls are full of famous scrolls of calligraphy and painting, blue and white porcelain and jade ornaments are all over the hall, and from time to time there are maids who come forward to wipe carefully.

In the courtyard in the southeast corner is the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and no one can enter it except Yin Mengping and his scholars.

After the end of the day, Yin Mengping hurriedly returned home, his face extremely ugly.

The war at the border has stopped, Xiliang has been defeated, and above the court, the emperor has issued an order to summon the Xiao family to set off back to Kyoto.

Ji Mengping walked hurriedly towards the study, ignoring the greetings of the maids and servants in the house along the way, ordering the guards to guard closely outside, and walked into the courtyard by himself.

After entering the study, I closed the door and came to the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall on the right, and untied the mechanism with great skill, and the shelf behind the vase was slowly moved away, revealing a passageway.

It is about enough for two people to walk side by side, and there is no candlestick on the wall, but it is inlaid with night pearls, which shine like day.

Ji Mengping followed the stone steps and soon came to the dark room below.

In addition to wooden beds, tables and chairs, there are also bookshelves filled with ancient books. A middle-aged man in a black robe reclined on a bed with a mask on his face, making it difficult to see his face. He was holding a book and reading it with relish, and when he saw Yin Mengping coming in, he only raised his eyes slightly and never got up.

"Specially sent someone to invite me over, what is the matter?"

His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if it had been burned by fire.

Ji Mengping respectfully bowed his hand, "My lord, the border war has ended, and the spies we sent were all treated by Xiao Chuhong as spies of the enemy country. The power of the queen's mother family is already strong, and the prince has a very good personal relationship with the son of the right minister. Xiao Mohan only handed over the military power, not his connections, once they returned, the position of the crown prince could not be shaken. ”

The black-robed man sneered, "Then who can blame you?" It would have been nice if the assassination of the crown prince had been successful three months ago, but now that he is protected by the emperor in the East Palace, we have no way to start. ”

Ji Mengping's eyes were as fierce as a snake, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Since this is the case, then we might as well solve the problem from the root cause and eliminate the future troubles forever." ”

"You mean...... Start with the border war? The black-robed man asked, twisting the jade wrench on his thumb.

"Yes!"

"But if there is a slight mistake, the enemy army will enter the country, can you think about the consequences?"

"There is absolutely no possibility of failure this time, I have already arranged it, and Xiao Mohan will be ruined and unable to return to Kyoto."

"Got it, I'll send someone to help you secretly."

"Master Xie."

The black-robed man nodded, and the purple mist drifted through and disappeared into the secret room.

Ji Mengping clenched his fists, his eyes were a little more solemn, and he quickly left the secret room and went to prepare his plan.