Song Cheng was not surprised by Xia Wenxuan's statement, and said lightly: "How can you sit on the same country,"

Xia Wenxuan has a calm temperament since he was a child, and it is obviously an earth-shattering thing, but he said it slowly and logically: "I will be the emperor, the prime minister will be the supervisor of the country, and two-thirds of the military power is in the hands of the prime minister.

Song Cheng seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of Xia Wenxuan's words, frowned slightly, and took a sip of wine.

Xia Wenxuan continued: "The military power that the prime minister has now is not moving, and the household department is also under the management of the prime minister, so that the military power and economic power of the Nanzhao Kingdom are in the hands of the prime minister, and Xiao Wang is only the emperor of the free and easy emperor, as long as the jade seal is in hand,"

Because Emperor Nanzhao was seriously ill, state affairs have been handled by Prime Minister Song and Xia Wenxuan, and the jade seal is also jointly managed by the two, and each person has a key to the jade seal box.

Prime Minister Song said lightly: "Okay, but I have one condition, that is, to get rid of Mu Zicheng,"

When Xia Wenxuan heard this, he frowned slightly,

Prime Minister Song smiled and said: "The day the prince removes Mu Zicheng, it is the time when I present the jade seal,"

Xia Wenxuan laughed, his eyes flashed and said, "Okay, Xiao Wang will get rid of Mu Zicheng," he casually stretched out his hand to hold the pot, "But Mu Zicheng is brave and good at fighting, and it is not easy to get rid of him,"

"Lord Wang, now is a good opportunity, it depends on whether you are reluctant to do it, Mu Zicheng is fighting with the Northwest Army, and the imperial court is about to send grain and grass, as long as you secretly order someone to pretend to be robbers and rob the grain and grass, Mu Zicheng will be cut off from grain and grass, and the news will be passed on to the Eastern Huns, without us doing anything, Mu Zicheng will naturally be killed by the people of the Eastern Huns,"

"Okay, just follow the prime minister's clever plan," Xia Wenxuan's eyes flashed, and he agreed without hesitation,

After the two agreed, they exchanged a few polite greetings, and Prime Minister Song Cheng got up and said: "Thank you for the good wine, I can't drink enough, I am already drunk, I can only receive the gift from the prince another day, and I will retire today,"

Xia Wenxuan didn't keep him very much, sent him out, turned around the room, retreated from everyone, carried the pot himself, poured a glass of cold wine, drank it slowly, and said to himself: "Dongwu, don't blame this king for being ruthless, you forced me to do this,"

Of course, Xia Wenxuan knew that Prime Minister Song Cheng wanted to kill Mu Zicheng by himself, he wanted to cut off his left arm and make it difficult for him to stand alone, and the reason why he agreed to these conditions was because the troops in his hands now were really unable to compete with Song Chengcheng, and it was almost as difficult as heaven to get this throne, and now that he put forward the condition that he would kill Mu Zicheng, then kill him, and he has been unpleasant to see him for a long time.

At present, as long as you get the jade seal in your hands first, the throne will sit firmly, and no matter what you do, you will be handy, how can you let him be a prisoner?

The night was dewy and the moonlight was getting more and more distinct, Xia Wenxuan poured himself a few more glasses, felt that the wine was heavy, reached out and pushed open the window, and a chill came to his face, making him can't help but shiver, Ling Dongwu, if one day she knew that it was Mu Zicheng who killed herself, how would she hate herself......

Prime Minister Song Cheng sat on the sedan chair, closed his eyes inscrutablely, hum, Xia Wenxuan, thinking that he could be the emperor with the jade seal in his hand, naïve,

The reason why he agreed to Xia Wenxuan's proposal was because he knew that according to the current rules, the emperor died, and Xia Wenxuan should inherit the throne, which was justified, and if he wanted to be the emperor, he would be infamous for seeking the dynasty and usurping the throne, and although Xia Wenxuan's soldiers did not have as many as himself, he had a fierce man like Mu Zicheng to work for him, and even if he fought hard with him, the chances of winning were not great.

It's better to use this strategy to delay the army, and get rid of Mu Zicheng first, so that Xia Wenxuan is not afraid, even if he ascends to the throne, he has no military power or financial power in his hands, and he is also hollowed out by himself, if he refuses to listen to his own manipulation, he will secretly contact Beimo, and ask them to attack Nanzhao, kill Xia Wenxuan, and help him ascend to the throne.

For the throne in their hearts and their greedy desires, Xia Wenxuan and Song Chengxiang completely put Mu Zicheng together, and after the grain and grass were cut off, they died in the chaos of the Huns.

***

Xia Wenxuan heard that Ling Dongwu had returned, her heart was like being scratched by a cat, and she couldn't bear to want to get Ling Dongwu, she has finally become a lone woman now, helpless, in addition to relying on herself, where else can she go, and she doesn't like Ling Dongwu so much for any woman, when she thinks that Ling Dongwu can become her wife in the near future, and throw herself into her arms, Xia Wenxuan immediately became infinitely happy, and her heart surged,

But now is not the time for him to see Ling Dongwu, judging from Ling Dongwu's actions these days, she has calculated the account of killing Mu Zicheng on Prime Minister Song Cheng, Xia Wenxuan thought of this, and couldn't help but rejoice in his heart,

He knew that Ling Dongwu wanted to kill Prime Minister Song, so he decided to stand still for the time being, not see Ling Dongwu first, Ling Dongwu could kill Prime Minister Song, it would naturally be the best, if she couldn't kill Prime Minister Song, her identity would be exposed, and she would save her, for the sake of saving her life twice, she would definitely be willing to commit herself to herself.

Wouldn't this be the best of both worlds, thinking of this, Xia Wenxuan showed a slight smile on his face, it seemed that he needed to help Ling Dongwu arrange a suitable opportunity to assassinate Prime Minister Song,

In a blink of an eye, come to July 15, the Midyear Festival, there is a big mountain between Qingzhou and Anze, called Xilin Mountain, there is a well-known temple at the corner of Xilin Mountain, Wenhua Temple, this day Wenhua Temple set up the Bon Festival, the monks fasted and bathed, and prayed for the sick emperor,

Xia Wenxuan invited Prime Minister Song Cheng to go to worship the Buddha and pray for the emperor, and Prime Minister Song readily agreed to go together.

Xia Wenxuan arranged for the Buddhist monk in advance and said that since he prayed for the emperor, he should not enter the temple with a sword or gun, in case he collided with the gods.

Song Cheng Prime Minister and Xia Wenxuan rode out of Qingzhou City, and stayed at the door of Wenhua Temple under Xilin Mountain, but saw the solemnity of the treasure temple, standing majestically, and clearly heard the bells from the inside.

The presiding master personally led the small novice to welcome Xia Wenxuan and Song Chengxiang into the temple, although the temple takes the Yongshi as the road, but the moss is long, only the sound of the stream is murmuring, its sound seems to be on the left side of the road, and suddenly on the right side of the road, all the way with people to walk around, the main hall of the Buddha Pavilion is majestic, the temple is lit with herbs and incense everywhere, the ethereal pale white smoke is swirling around the corner of the hall, the eaves are hung with the demon bell, the wind blows so loudly, it is like a chime,

Because it was to pray for the emperor, Xia Wenxuan and Prime Minister Song Cheng sorted out their clothes, and then entered respectfully, sat with a group of monks, chanted and worshiped the Buddha,

After all, Prime Minister Song is not a disciple of Buddhism, he sat for a while, but he couldn't sit still, smiled at Xia Wenxuan, and quietly got up and walked out of the main hall.

Song Cheng walked out of the main hall, walked to the middle of the tower of the Buddha Pavilion of Wenhua Temple, only to see the Buddha Pavilion magnificent, the sound of the wind is thin, the veins of the slender leaves, although he has come to the temple several times before, but every time he comes and goes in a hurry, but he has never been so leisurely and walked carefully, seeing this quiet place, he can't help but feel relaxed and happy,

Ling Dongwu also quietly followed Xia Wenxuan and Song Chengxiang to Wenhua Temple on this day, she saw that Xia Wenxuan and Song Chengxiang didn't bring many people over this time, knowing that her opportunity had come, she walked along the outer wall of Wenhua Temple, and didn't expect to really let her find a secluded place, and easily jumped over the wall into Wenhua Temple.

After entering the Cultural Temple, Ling Dongwu has been hiding in Tallinn, she watched Song Chengxiang walking towards this side alone from a distance, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, Song Chengxiang was so close to herself, right in front of herself, she only had to gently pull the wrist crossbow, she could kill him, the ardent desire for revenge in her heart pressed to reason, and the careful plan that she had originally thought about was left behind at the moment, if she lost this opportunity, where would she go to find this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, kill Prime Minister Song, and immediately kill Prime Minister Song to avenge Mu Zicheng, This may be your own best, only chance,

Ling Dongwu was fanatical in her heart, biting her lip tightly, clenching her fists, cold sweat oozed from her palms for a while, her heart seemed to jump out, as long as she snapped the bow and crossbow on her wrist, with just a light touch, ten small iron swords would pierce into Prime Minister Song's body, and they would kill Prime Minister Song, and Mu Zicheng's blood revenge would be avenged.

At this time, Ling Dongwu completely forgot where she was, forgot all the dangers, forgot all the consequences, her heart was so loud that she couldn't be at peace, kill him, how can she kill him, even if she is broken, how can she kill him, she is alone, she has no worries, she just wants to avenge Mu Zicheng, even if she dies, she is willing,

Ling Dongwu saw Prime Minister Song walking towards her, she slowly aimed her wrist at Prime Minister Song's chest, and pulled the crossbow.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......" Ten small iron swords shot out towards Prime Minister Song Cheng with a sound of breaking through the air,

And at this critical moment, dozens of dead soldiers quickly floated out like ghosts, blocking in front of Prime Minister Song, although they were all strong in martial arts, but how could Ling Dongwu's little iron sword be extremely fast, she had the heart to want Prime Minister Song's life, and every iron sword was quenched with poison, seeing the blood sealing the throat, several dead soldiers moved slowly, and were shot by the iron sword and killed on the spot,

Ling Dongwu saw that the blow missed, and she was anxious, obviously seeing that Prime Minister Song Cheng was riding lightly, why did so many dead soldiers suddenly appear in front of him, she pulled the bow and crossbow again and again, and the small iron sword kept shooting out, although the dead soldiers in front of Song Cheng were already on guard, but Ling Dongwu's hidden weapon was stained with death, wiped casualties, and the dead soldiers fell down in rows,

Ling Dongwu saw that Prime Minister Song finally showed his body from behind the gradually decreasing dead soldiers, she pulled the bow and crossbow again, but the little iron sword was no longer used.

Seeing that the bow and crossbow were empty, she simply pulled out the sword on her waist, and the hatred that had been suppressed for a long time was like a raging fire, suddenly erupting from the inside out, Mu Zicheng was dead, what was the point of her living, kill him, kill him, the frenzied anger made her almost use all her strength to pounce on it, swinging her sword and stabbing straight at Song Chengxiang,