After listening to his father's words, Xu is the strength born of the desire to survive, and the prince, who was paralyzed on the ground, got up again, I don't know whether he roared at his father who was high or the supreme imperial power.

"You are really a good father, for the so-called world, you actually want the life of your own son, you keep saying that you are for the world, if you are really for the world, back then..."

"Bang!"

The saint came all the way from the cloud book hall, and his eyes were calm and waveless, until the prince mentioned the word "back then", his expression changed abruptly, and he slapped heavily on the bookcase, and the old floating ash on the table rose with this palm, and 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 afraid, he completely ignored it, and sneered to meet the ninety-five gaze behind the smoke and dust barrier: "What's the matter, you are allowed to do it, and I am not allowed to say it as a son?" The Imperial Grandfather and the Imperial Uncle are in the Heavenly Spirit, and they will also look at you..."

"Hahahaha!" Before the prince could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the sound of the saint's wild laughter behind the smoke screen.

Although he was looking up and laughing, there was no smile in his eyes, and when he lowered his head, his expression had become cold and abnormal, looking at the prince outside the bookcase, as if he was not looking at his own son, but the king was looking at the dying courtier.

"Destiny is predestined, but you can change your fate, but you have to rely on yourself..."

The saint regained his composure and calmly spoke to the outside of the hall, "Old Yan."

The heavy sound of opening the door sounded behind the prince, at this moment the prince has lost his mind, and he is no longer afraid of life and death, let alone caring about this guardian master, turning around and seeing Yan Ruohai's slightly sympathetic gaze, the prince revealed a little kingly momentum for the first time, and spoke with disdain.

"What's the matter, Sect Master Yan also wants to fall into the trap for me, the soon-to-be-deposed prince?"

Yan Ruohai is so cultivated, although he is guarding outside the palace, but the conversation between the father and son in the hall has been heard clearly, for Yan Ruohai, he knows the royal affairs well, the more he knows, the deeper he falls, the more difficult it will be to withdraw in the future, but since he is already deep, he has to bite the bullet and move forward.

Saluted respectfully to the prince who had lost his mind, and waited for the edict of the Ninth Five-Year Emperor behind the book.

Watching his father get up, the coercion over the years still made the prince take a few steps back, but the saint did not look at the prince, and still walked calmly to the side of Yan Ruohai, who was lying on the ground, and hung the jade holding in his hand back on his wrist: "What I told you to bring, can you bring?"

Hearing this, although Yan Ruohai lowered his head, he didn't look at it, knowing his expression, he bowed deeply: "Holy thoughts!"

The saint was not angry because of this, and his tone was calmer: "Could it be that Lao Yan, can't he think the other way around today?"

Xu knew that there was no room for maneuver in the matter, Yan Ruohai was silent for a moment, took out the bright yellow satin wrapped thing from his arms, offered it with both hands, and said solemnly: "Weichen doesn't dare."

took the bright yellow satin, stretched out his hand to help Yan Ruohai, looked back at his son, the last hope rose in the eyes of the saint, and threw the bright yellow package in front of the unwilling prince.

Looking at the bright yellow satin scattered, revealing the wrapped things, the prince's pupils reflected the flickering cold light in the bright yellow satin, and finally pulled the prince back a little bit, but the moment he returned to his senses, he heard the majestic and peaceful sound in the hall.

"Pick it up."

Raising his eyes to look at each other, his father's eyes were looking straight at him with the meaning of not refusing, the prince stretched out his hands and picked up the dagger from the ground, perhaps he was wine-colored and hollowed out his body, or he was already cold, not only his hands trembled, but his eyes that reflected the cold light also kept shaking, only the body, the four-clawed python robe embroidered by the world's skillful craftsmen, was still mighty and not cold.

"Kill me, this world is yours!"

His eyes shimmered with endless brilliance as he spoke, and he calmly spoke to his son.

"Holy!"

Yan Ruohai, who was beside him, finally changed his face, and hurriedly opened his mouth to dissuade him, but after opening his mouth for a moment, he saw the eyes of eighteen years ago again, knowing everything with a little cold, a little violent, and the black pupils seemed to be an endless abyss, which was terrifying at a glance.

The dignified Guardian Grandmaster didn't dare to look directly into those eyes at this moment, so he hurriedly moved his gaze down and closed his mouth to silence.

"Yan Ruohai listens to the order, as long as the prince kills me today, you will take the tiger talisman and transfer troops to assist the prince to succeed to the throne." The saint spoke again, full of cold and murderous intent, adding a little coldness to this already cold palace.

Yan Ruohai didn't dare to say more, and immediately knelt down in a military salute and knelt down towards the ninth five: "Minister, Yan Ruohai, receive the order."

Sen Leng looked at the prince who was holding a sharp blade and the muscles on his face were trembling, and said coldly: "Prince, did you hear it? As long as you dare, this world is at your fingertips!"

When he said this, he was already pacing lightly, pressing towards the prince step by step.

One step forward, one step back, the ninth five-year plan will eventually be haggard.

Under the light, even the bright blade could not withstand the chill in the eyes of the saint at this moment, and the prince no longer dared to raise his head to meet the gaze that could see through his thoughts, and the hands holding the blade had begun to tremble violently.

I don't know if I was stopped by this will, or I was frightened by the gradually approaching pace of my father, and when I retreated, I stumbled and fell, sat on the ground, and unconsciously raised my eyes, met Sen Leng's gaze, and went straight to my heart.

The corners of the prince's eyes, which had twitched slightly, suddenly became uncontrollable, and then his whole face began to twitch, and his mouth began to babble.

"Presumptuous, do you know who I am?" The prince laughed wildly and asked, and the tone of yin and yang was very strange in the empty hall.

The saint who was approaching step by step finally stopped, and Yan Ruohai, who was kneeling on the ground not far away, also raised his head slightly with the prince as he spoke, and looked at the poor man who had lost his temper with incredulity, but when the saint and Yan Ruohai didn't have time to figure out what the prince was doing in front of them, they heard that the prince had spoken again.

"Who are you?" The prince seemed to be talking more to the air, and he had already taken the conversation back to himself, and his tone seemed to be a different person.

The crown prince, who had reverted back to his previous tone, shouted angrily at the empty hall: "This palace is Prince Qiyun, you dare to be presumptuous in front of this palace!"

Before his expression remained for a moment, the prince's demeanor changed, and he changed his demeanor to a respectful and humble posture, and said to himself: "The villain doesn't dare, the villain doesn't dare, I hope the prince will forgive the sin!"

"Forgiveness? Hahahaha... Come on, drag this eyeless thing down to the palace, and cut 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 along...

The saint put away his cold gaze, stopped approaching the prince, turned sideways slightly, and made way for the prince who kept moving his body, and let him be so presumptuous in the main hall.

The prince was sometimes cold and laughing in the hall, sometimes running presumptuously, sometimes sobbing in a low voice, sometimes humbly begging for mercy, Yan Ruohai, who was lying on the ground, saw such a crazy prince, he didn't dare to look up at the saint's expression, let alone speak, just lowered his body.

"Old Yan." The saint's tone was no longer cold at this moment, but a little tired.

Yan Ruohai was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly answered, "The minister is here."

"Tonight's events..."

"The minister has been busy with the ghost nocturnal case recently, and he has never known about the changes in the palace." Yan Ruohai hurriedly spoke.

The saint was silent for a moment, not caring about the prince who was still running wildly in the hall, but turned his head to look at the night sky outside the hall, which was almost faint, and slowly spoke: "How is the affairs of the inner city?"

"Your Majesty, rest assured, these children are all personally selected by the ministers, not to mention that with the help of Duanmu, there will be no mistakes." There was a faint uneasiness rising in his heart, and Yan Ruohai said truthfully.

Taking off the jade hold on his wrist, twisting and pondering for a moment, the saint bent down, helped Yan Ruohai up, and said, "Old Yan, in this world... Only people's hearts are unpredictable, and not all people are like you, loyal to me and to Qiyun."

Yan Ruohai, who was standing beside the emperor, heard this, and suddenly turned his head and looked at the saint who was talking to himself on his side, his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he had just met this master who he had followed for many years.

"Old Yan is reluctant?" Sensing Yan Ruohai's gaze, the saint did not take his eyes off and asked coldly.

"Minister... Obey... When I go back, the ministers will..." Seeing the thick temptation in the eyes of the saint, Yan Ruohai's heart sank, and he hurriedly lowered his head, but before he could finish speaking, he had already listened

The saint speaks.

"This kind of thing, there is no need for my Guardian Grandmaster to do it personally, someone will do it, I only hope that Lao Yan can understand my painstaking efforts."

Although the tone was slow, under the echo of the prince's crazy shouts in this empty hall, even peerless masters like Yan Ruohai felt a chill down their spines, and without any hesitation, Yan Ruohai was about to kneel down immediately, but was held by the saint's arm.

Feeling the power of his arm let go, he saw that this Lord of Qiyun had already turned around and walked out of the hall, Yan Ruohai turned his head slightly, looking at His Royal Highness the Prince, who was still crazy in the hall, his brows were frowned, and his eyes were unbearable, but he still stepped forward and followed the saint.

Until I went out of the courtyard gate outside the hall, I heard the heavy sound of the heavy temple door slowly closing, and the faint sound of crazy shouts, my heart was like a boulder, and it was not relieved for a long time.

——

Under the gate of Jianglin's inner city, the blood has melted the winter snow that has not yet melted, and several young masters have long been out of breath, and there is only one person left, who is still struggling to support.

The sky was already slightly bright, and only with a little light did he see the face of this young master kneeling on one knee, it was the son of the Yan family in the Cao Jing Mansion before, at this moment he was covered with wounds, and there was still blood oozing out, soaking the ground along the ground with one palm.

"For... Why?" The children of the Yan family looked up at Duanmu Qiu, who was throwing off the blood on the tip of the knife not far away, wearing a terrifying mask and not looking at him, and was unwilling to ask.

"The world is like chess, you and I are both chess pieces, don't blame me..."

Duanmu Qiu wore a terrifying mask, but there was still a little apology in his tone, he put the saber in his hand into the crook of his arm, wiped the last trace of blood from the saber with his armor, and approached with the knife...

The sound of roosters dispersed the long night, whether it was the officials in the inner city who were dressed in court clothes and ready to go to the court, or the people of Jianglin who went out to make a living in the morning, they all saw the nine guards with bright yellow scrolls, respectively, galloping towards the bulletin boards in the inner and outer cities where the imperial list was posted.

The haze of the "ghost night walk" case is still shrouded in the sky over Jiang Lin and has not yet dissipated, and the imperial list at this time naturally attracted Jiang Lin's officials and people to gather towards the place where the imperial list was posted.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I look at it, I am terrified.

"The ghost committed another murder last night, the servant of the Ministry of Officials Cao Jing, and a number of officials of the six ministries were killed......" The people around the emperor list were literate and read softly, and the people gathered around them were terrified to hear it.

Jiang Lin's inner city emperor list, the officials waiting for the last dynasty also looked ugly, and when they read the list, Rao is officials have enough city government, and they finally couldn't hide their horror, just because the end of the emperor list reads, "Prince Qiyun was also killed in the prince's mansion..."

The officials suddenly had different expressions, some were silent, some were crying on the spot, some were shaking their heads and sighing, only a few people, looking up at the place where Qiyun's supreme imperial power was, or their eyes were panicked, or they showed a sudden look...