"Third Miss, what did Prime Minister Ye Cheng say?" Nangong Hao frowned and asked.

"What else can I say?" Nangong Shuo sneered, raised his eyes to look at Nangong Hao, and said: "Fifth brother, don't worry, the ugliness of the family is not publicized, a yellow flower girl who has not been out of the cabinet is pregnant with Liujia, if this matter is publicized to the outside world, it will corrupt the lintel, Ye Yiyang can only suffer a dumb loss, and Miss Ye San's funeral is naturally an excuse." ”

Nangong Hao frowned and did not answer.

Nangong Qi pursed his lips and was speechless in his heart for a while.

The sixth brother is really ruthless when he speaks, this Miss Ye San is the sixth brother's woman, and the belly is the flesh and blood of the sixth brother, and the sixth brother has no sad emotions at all, and even says cool words!

Nangong Qi didn't know that at this moment, Nangong Shuo had already had two hearts, and his heart had long been numb.

"Fifth brother. Seventh brother, this king wants to be alone and quiet, so go back. Nangong Shuo was irritable and spoke.

"Sixth brother, relax, this king will not bother you." Miss Ye San had two lives, Nangong Hao naturally knew that Nangong Shuo was in a bad mood, and gently patted him on the shoulder and said a few words of relief.

Nangong Shuo barely squeezed out a smile at him and nodded.

"The sixth brother wants to open something, everyone has their own fate." After Nangong Qi finished speaking to Nangong Shuo, he followed Nangong Hao and left Ni Linju.

Looking at the back of the two leaving, Nangong Shuo's pupils were a little deep, and the corners of his mouth hooked a sneer.

Everyone has a life? What is fate?

This king does not believe in fate! This king wants to rebel against the sky. This king doesn't believe it, this king can only be mediocre in this life, you can fight for the dragon chair, this king is also a prince, why not!

Nangong Yu has a saying that is right, this king can't just be your stepping stone for Nangong Hao for the rest of his life, this king wants to turn you into this king and climb the steps of that throne, step by step.

You use this king, why can't this king do the opposite!

Everyone, one day, this king will make all of you kneel before this king and bow down.

Nangong Mo, Nangong Yu...... All of them......

Especially the Imperial Jin Army, especially Yan Qingyu, you dare to underestimate this king, this king will trample you under your feet and trample on it fiercely!

The revenge of killing the mother. Mother and son repay debts!

The revenge of killing his wife and son, this king can't swallow this breath either! This king is a dignified seven-foot man, and he is unwilling to bow down to himself for the rest of his life!

It's just that this king has no power and no power now, and the fifth brother has no backer, so this king must find a backer, a backer who can help this king......

Thinking of this, Nangong Shuo was stunned, his pupils slowly sank, and he thought for a while......

…

Yongwang's mansion is always deserted and terrible, Nangong Yong sat on the soft couch, pinched a chess piece in his hand, and slowly put it on the chessboard.

After being silent for a moment, he finally couldn't help it, and raised his eyes to look at Zhao Zibi who was sitting opposite, "Uncle, my nephew has a question in his heart, and he has never asked his uncle." ”

Zhao Zibi smiled lightly, focused on the chessboard, and dropped the chess pieces in his hand.

"Uncle?"

Zhao Zibi raised his eyes to look at him and sighed lightly, "Yong'er trapped herself in Yongwang's Mansion because of her lameness, and never stepped out of the mansion for half a step, others thought that Yong'er's heart was like ashes, but my uncle knew that Yong'er's heart was not dead." ”

Nangong Yong avoided his gaze, "My nephew originally wanted to take refuge in Buddhism, but after all, he couldn't be distracted and let go of worldly desires." ”

"Yong'er, you remember, you are the concubine of the first queen, you are an orthodox descendant, and your heart can't die!" Zhao Zibi raised his voice and said positively.

"This king envies the fourth brother, it is good that he can be idle and do what he likes without distractions." Nangong Yong sneered sadly.

"Those who know the times are handsome!" Zhao Zibi shook his head and said.

"Uncle, over the years, you have been raising your nephew Taoguang, it's not that your nephew doesn't know, but you have a question, and your nephew has always wanted to ask your uncle." Nangong Yong looked at Zhao Zibi and said seriously.

"You and my uncle and nephew have one heart, the hope of my uncle, and the hope of the Zhao family are all pinned on Yong'er. As long as Yong'er doesn't lose her fighting spirit. Zhao Zibi said earnestly.

"Uncle, in the past few years, my nephew has been wondering, why do you have to get rid of people who don't have the slightest conflict of interest for us? His life and death have nothing to do with our overall situation? Nangong Yong was puzzled.

"There seems to be no conflict of interest. It may not seem like our opponent, but it is often more terrible than our opponent! The uncle is afraid that the snipe and the clam will compete for the fisherman's profit, and in the end, it will only be to make a wedding dress for others. Zhao Zibi's pupils were a little deep, and he spit out word by word: "This person must be removed!" ”

"Why?" Nangong Yong frowned and was puzzled, "Don't hide it from my uncle, my nephew has always been unable to figure it out." ”

"Yong'er doesn't plan to devote herself to the Buddha? Finally, I couldn't help but ask my uncle questions. Zhao Zibi quipped.

Nangong Yong looked ashamed and looked away, "Uncle, don't laugh at your nephew!" Uncle should know that the nephew is ...... this kick"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Zhao Zibi snorted coldly and said sharply: "Yong'er, lameness is not an excuse for you to give up!" As long as your uncle doesn't fall down for a day, he will definitely send you to the Baolong Hall step by step! ”

Nangong Yong's heart was pounding. Nodding slightly.

Zhao Zibi glanced at him helplessly, and took a deep breath, "Your Majesty is extremely fond of General Bai's son, and my uncle originally felt strange, until three years ago, my uncle suddenly understood something in a trance......

Nangong Yong looked at Zhao Zibi with a strange expression.

"Three years ago, Lu Jing, the servant of the household department, suddenly found the old minister, and the old minister was very panicked when he saw him, and after asking, he learned that he was worried about His Majesty's draft." Zhao Zibi said.

"Draft?"

Zhao Zibi nodded, "Lu Jing is for the country and the people, and asked the old minister to help persuade His Majesty to cancel the triennial draft, considering that the draft is a common thing in all dynasties, the old minister politely rejected him." ”

Nangong Yong was confused when he heard it.

Lu Jing was helpless, so he told the truth. It turned out that His Majesty had been secretly entrusting him to find a woman similar to the one in the portrait all these years. ”

"Portrait?" Nangong Yong looked surprised.

"Your Majesty gave Lu Jing a portrait. The portrait depicts a woman. According to Lu Jing, His Majesty only went on a big draft for the woman in the painting, and even, after searching for a whole eighteen years, he did not let go of the obsession in his heart, which shows how much His Majesty loves this woman. ”

"Father is so infatuated!" Nangong Yong was dumbfounded, with a shocked face, "Who is this woman?" ”

Zhao Zibi shook his head and frowned: "It doesn't matter who she is, the important thing is that after seeing the portrait, Lao Chen actually remembered another person in a trance." ”

Nangong Yong listened in the clouds, "Who?" ”

Lao Chen was surprised at the time, what kind of woman could charm the ruthless and ruthless Emperor Jing'an. So, the old minister made an excuse and asked Lu Jing to borrow the portrait to take a look, and Lu Jing did not doubt that he had it, so he asked people to paint a new picture and send it to the old minister's mansion. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Zibi took out the portrait from his cuffs, frowned, and said: "Originally, my uncle didn't think that there was anything special about the woman in the painting, but when my uncle was about to return the portrait, a face suddenly flashed in his mind......"

"Take a look." Nangong Yong looked strange and stretched out his hand.

"Give." Zhao Zibi handed the portrait to Nangong Yong, "This one was stolen by my uncle." ”, 。