She is going to tell Li Cong all of Li Yan's crimes today.

Li Cong was seen by her as weak, so she deliberately deviated her gaze and landed on the flower, bird and fish pattern screen behind the low couch.

She and An Lushan were instructed by him to do it.

Li Yan's gaze also fell on Li Cong, raising his head slightly, as if he was fearless.

It's as if to say, it's not all my fault, you also have a responsibility, you made me do it.

On the dark brown floor, Li Qingheng stood straight with her arms folded, and she had been waiting for Li Cong to speak.

But the old man seemed to be distracted, only staring at the screen and not speaking.

"Dad, did you hear that? You don't want to cover up Li Yan, right? ”

When Li Cong heard this, his face turned even redder, and he vetoed loudly: "How is it possible!" Is that kind of person your dad and me? ”

"This kid is the reason why he owes cleaning up and beating! I'll teach him a good lesson! Beat him all over the ground looking for teeth! ”

Li Yan frowned and looked at Li Cong's majestic appearance, dissatisfied from the bottom of his heart.

Why, all the bad guys left him alone? It was clearly Li Cong who instructed him, but now he is scolding him energetically.

He said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, you can't be so partial......"

Before the words fell, he was interrupted by Li Qingheng's glare: "The heart is originally biased, why can't it be biased?" You only know how to eat, drink and be merry all day long, and you look so ugly, what's wrong with me......"

Li Yan: Are you blind, you are ugly!

If he looks ugly like this, there will be no good-looking people in the world.

Taking advantage of Li Qingheng's scolding of Li Yan, Li Cong's side suddenly turned his face and squeezed his eyebrows at Li Yan as if flattering.

Li Cong: Yan'er, you will be wronged this time, and your father also wants to save face, so you can do well.

Li Yan turned his head and didn't look at Li Cong, he didn't want to take the blame.

Li Cong: You little rabbit cub, you really don't know how to hurt your father!

Li Yan: Do you know that it hurts your son?

Li Cong: ......

Finally, Li Qingheng finished scolding Li Yan, and now he looked back at Li Cong.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There is one more thing, your son offended An Lushan, he made this gesture to An Lushan, and An Lushan used this gesture to the saint, which embarrassed the saint." ”

As she spoke, she gestured to Li Cong.

Li Cong was stunned, looking at her gesture in confusion, and asked, "So...... What does this mean? ”

"What do you think?" Li Qingheng put up a sarcastic smirk, "What do you mean you ask him." ”

She glared at Li Yan angrily, only to feel that her eyes hurt.

Li Cong's eyes fell on Li Yan.

Li Yan was finally weak at this time, and he didn't dare to look directly at Li Cong, and he didn't have any spirit at all.

"Daddy......" Li Yan smiled flatteringly, "This can't be considered my fault alone, right......"

"You little rabbit cub, if you do such a ridiculous thing, you just wait for An Lushan to pull you to chop! Come on, lock him up for me, and beat him up! ”

"Ahh Daddy spare your life! ”

Li Yan lifted the hem of his clothes and rushed out without any image at all, like a wild donkey on the loose.

Looking at the back of Li Yan's hasty escape, Li Qingheng felt better in his heart.

"Dad, you're going to beat him up, aren't you?" She asked uncomfortably.

“……”

Li Cong smiled in his heart: "Yes, you must beat him well." ”

"Okay, I'll go back first and eat fish another day."

After Li Qingheng left, Li Cong breathed a sigh of relief and covered the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

This kind of taste of lying, the feeling of weakness, is quite tormenting.

After letting the servant warm a pot of tea, replace it with a teacup, and clean up the desk, Li Cong leaned on the pillow and sat quietly.

Soon after, the old butler walked in.

He bowed slightly, bowed, and said, "Your Highness, everything has been checked." ”

Li Cong moved back, filled the teacup opposite, and said kindly: "Come, sit down and talk." ”

The old butler was not surprised, but sat down respectfully, leaving the teacup on the table untouched.

"Sit back and relax, and speak slowly."

Li Cong is in front of him, and he can really be called relaxed.

The two of them, although they are monarchs and ministers, have been friends for decades.

The old housekeeper's back bent slightly, sat casually, took a sip of tea, his eyes fell on Li Cong, and he said worriedly: "Your Highness, your illness ......"

"I'm better today, at least I can talk well for a while, and I don't cough much."

The old butler lowered his eyes, and his worry was a little more restrained: "That's good, the medicine king's medical skills are really useful, and His Highness will be well." ”

"Alas," Li Cong sighed, his illness, he knew it in his heart.

"Tell me, what did you find out from Shen Mo?" He picked up the topic, picked up the teacup on the table, and took a sip.

Two droplets of water on his beard trembled and fell on the table.

The old housekeeper sat up straight, and then said: "Shen Mo and the one in Shangyang East Palace have had some contacts recently, and after looking for clues, I found that it was his aunt. ”

Shangyang East Palace?

What lives there is Concubine Mei, who failed to compete with Yang Guifei for favor a few years ago.

She was also favored by the saint for three years, but after the concubine entered the palace, the two competed for favor, and she had some conflicts with the saint, so she was sent to Shangyang East Palace and lived a cold palace-like life.

This is a figure in Chang'an who has not been heard of for a long time.

Unexpectedly, Shen Mo actually had some dealings with her?

Li Cong twisted the teacup in his hand and was silent for a while before asking, "What else?" ”

"There is also a relic left by Shangguan Wan'er in Shen Mo's hand, which seems to be a very important thing, and the concubine is also looking for this thing."

After listening to this, Li Cong squinted his eyes.

Shen Mo was much more complicated than he knew before.

He actually has Shangguan relics in his hands.

If he just relied on his identity as a nine-rank Confucian Lin Lang, he wouldn't be able to make any big waves, but if he cooperated with this Shangguan relic, his power would be great.

Li Cong was silent, and then asked, "What has Shen Mo been doing lately?" ”

"Collect the evidence of Wang Jie's corruption and tax payment, now it has been collected, and he is going through the process in Dali Temple, his friend Xu Shaoqing of Dali Temple has already helped him hand over the guilt, Wang Fei is afraid that he will be punished in the near future."

Li Cong frowned, thought for a while, and said, "I remember that the Shen family was also bribed by Wang Jie, and they will also be involved in this case, right?" ”

Shen Mo also handed over his own evidence, and he was not selfish. Once Wang Jie's case is decided, the Shen family will not escape the blame, and it is very likely that the family will be exiled. ”

Li Cong was silent.

Over the years, it has been rare to see such a person, and the talents of Datang seem to have broken their legs and can no longer stand up.

An Lushan and Yang Guozhong frightened them.

Shen Mo was really unexpected.

He didn't even hesitate to cover up his family, not even let go of himself, just seeking a morality, just thinking about doing more for Datang.

In Wang Jie's case, the Shen family will be implicated, but Shen Mo has the opportunity to get out of the way, after all, he still has Xu Shaoqing.

Defeating Wang Ji is only their first step, and they will do more.

It seems that Shen Mo is bent on getting involved in this storm, but when he goes up with his bare hands like this, he is dying.

Even if he has a little intelligence and a little backbone, he can't wake up the saint who pretends to be asleep, and he can't fight the traitor Yang Guozhong, let alone An Lushan's opponent.

Over the years, the saint has become more and more tired, abandoning state affairs, taking everything for granted, and thinking that Datang is as good as he fantasizes.

Although he admired Shen Mo's backbone, he also understood that all this could not be stopped, this was the catastrophe that Datang should have, and Datang was already in danger.

He couldn't let Han Ci die with Shen Mo, he hoped that his children would live safely.

"If I keep Han Ci away from Shen Mo, is this too selfish?"

He let out a long breath and raised his gaze, staring at the screen of flowers and birds in front of him, focusing on the distance.

Shen Mo is the backbone of the Tang Dynasty, is it too unfair to let such a person face these traitors, these rebellions, and confront so many people?

"The county lord is your family, no one wants to watch their family die, Your Highness is right to do this, you are protecting the county lord." The old housekeeper comforted Li Cong.

He has been by His Royal Highness's side for so many years, and the county lord Bai has long been regarded as a family member, so he naturally can't bear to watch the county lord die in vain.

"That's it, I'm selfish, I don't want to watch Han Ci suffer, cough cough." Coughing uncontrollably, he hurriedly covered his mouth with a handkerchief.

He is a selfish person, there is no way to let Han Ci suffer with Shen Mo, even if he knows that Han Ci can help Shen Mo, he is not willing to do so.

This is the catastrophe of Datang, and no one can save Datang.

Shen Mo is just a moth to the fire, and he can't do anything.

As the sun set in the west, the light in the house dimmed a little, and the maidservant came in and lit candles, and the dim yellow candlelight spread all over the room, mixing with the smell of herbs in the house.

"Jin Yu! Jinyu, come here! ”

Li Qingheng's shouting voice faintly came from outside the house, and he was very anxious to hear.