Night.

Zhenzhou.

Inside Wang Deming's mansion.

Wang Deming finished a day's tiredness, and at this moment, quietly returned to his room.

The waiter had already lit the lamp in his bedroom, and he strolled into the house.

Looking around the room, he turned his gaze to his bed, and was about to go to bed after reading a book, when suddenly all the lights in the room went out in an instant.

Wang Deming, who realized what was happening, was frightened, and he stood in place, not daring to move again.

"I don't know who your Excellency is?

If you miss the distance, I hope you will forgive me. Wang Deming forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart and said in a trembling voice.

"I think you should have foreseen the arrival of 'me'." In the dimly lit room, behind Wang Deming, a calm voice came into Wang Deming's ears.

'I! When Wang Deming heard this, his heart was shocked, this word, every note of this word made him extremely sensitive.

Wang Deming glanced hard behind him, trying to see the person behind him clearly, but he couldn't see anything clearly, so he lowered his head again and again, while turning his head to look at the place where the voice behind him sounded.

But this cautious move, in its self-defeating, became a hawkish look.

Think for a moment.

"Minister, Wang Deming, see Your Majesty." After Wang Deming saw the face of the person behind him, he hurriedly fell to the ground.

Li Xingyun was silent.

"Your Majesty's arrival here really makes the humble house shine...... Wang Deming said this, but halfway through his words, the cold sweat couldn't stop flowing down.

"You look like you're nervous." Li Xingyun sat calmly in front of a table, his fingers lit the table rhythmically, and said to Wang Deming in front of him in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty is mighty, and the ministers bow down." Wang Deming said tremblingly.

The nervousness and fear at the moment were not disguised, because he really didn't expect Li Xingyun to be close to this.

Don't say that he is not ready, he is unprepared at the moment, even if he is ready, I am afraid it will be difficult to suppress the panic in his heart, this is Li Xingyun.

"You should have been dead, whether it was because of your exploitation of bad people or your betrayal of King Zhao." Li Xingyun looked at Wang Deming in front of him, thinking about his actions, trying to deduce some clues through the few strokes he might have left in the history books, and thinking about what would happen if it was Yuan Tiangang, and said calmly.

No matter how many thoughts you have, half-heartedly, I will suppress myself with all my might, it is for domineering!

Although the tone of these words was not cold, and the voice was also very peaceful, when they fell on Wang Deming's ears, they exploded like thunder on the ground, which shocked Wang Deming's heart.

The Son of Heaven really saw through it.

Yes, yes, how can this little trick be hidden from the eyes of the Son of Heaven, this is Li Xingyun, Li Xingyun, the son of heaven of the Tang Dynasty!

What to do?

How do I reply?

Could it be that today is the death of my Wang Deming?

"Your Majesty spares your life, Your Majesty spares your life, the minister, the minister is the Tang Dynasty Zhongliang, the minister is not used to the perverse behavior of Wang Zhaozuo, I don't know, I don't know where to start with the word "use?" Wang Deming kowtowed heavily to the ground, and his tone changed from panic to poignant.

"Yes or no, that's it." Li Xingyun said.

When Wang Deming heard this, he was shocked again.

"So now, do you know why you're still alive now?" Li Xingyun casually picked up a book on the case, flipped through it, and said, his eyes were not on Wang Deming at all when he spoke.

"I, I'm ......" Wang Deming was speechless for a while, because he was too nervous to know what to say, and beads of sweat fell on the ground.

Li Xingyun casually dropped the cloth in his hand, and then got up calmly, the rolling wind pressure formed from his body, and pressed towards Wang Deming with an extreme sense of oppression, and the dragon robe around his body fluttered with the wind, hunting sound.

"The minister understands, the minister understands!

Chen Quan understood.

Because, because I can become the King of Zhao, I can become the King of Zhao of the Tang Dynasty! Wang Deming suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

"That's a good point, but you don't have a second option at all." Li Xingyun looked at Wang Deming in front of him, and said in a cold tone: "Give you a chance to prove it to me." ”

"Minister, obey!" Wang Deming climbed the pole and borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, but it was also fast.

"Whew......" Wang Deming let out a sigh.

He knew that he would live, no, more precisely, he would not die today.

At this moment, his mind was blank, he couldn't think of anything, and after the intense tension, even if he tried to think about something, he couldn't help but have trouble concentrating.

But his ease did not last long, and the words of the Son of Heaven rang in his ears again, making him feel like he was being slapped.

"By the way, you have to ...... quickly," Li Xingyun said.

He vaguely remembered that the other party launched a rebellion before Li Keyong died and killed his father-in-law Wang Rong, that is to say, the seemingly obedient person in front of him was actually not simple.

"Because in seven days, there will be a detailed file of what you and Quinn talked about, and it will be put in front of Wang Rong."

I don't know why, there is no rain at this moment, but there is a thunder explosion in the sky, which almost makes Wang Deming unable to maintain his posture anymore.

He was still too naïve.

He thought that he could rely on his wisdom and ambition to climb up step by step, but he never thought that from the moment he harmed others with the technique of Yin Ke, he had planted a fatal curse for himself.

If what he said to Quinn that day was known to Wang Rong, then needless to say, he would be dead.

No matter how stupid Wang Rong is, he will not allow him to eat like this, even if Wang Rong loves him as a righteous son, he is not as good as his own son Wang Zhaozuo.

He tried to use the power of the Son of Heaven to destroy Wang Rong and Wang Zhaozuo and replace them, but he never wanted to let himself fall into such a difficult situation.

Seven days, seven days, he will not have time to prepare fully, even if he can win, it will be a miserable victory, and there is not much strength left in his hands.

At that time, not only will he have the infamy of killing his brother and father, but he will also give the entire Zhao Kingdom to others.

But he has no choice, since he has already made a move, he can only admit it. We must fight to the death, there is still a glimmer of life in the desperate death, and the only way to wait is to be killed.

'I'd rather be a peaceful dog than a troubled world...... Wang Deming said in his heart, under the throne, there have always been a lot of white bones.

He thought of the disdain hidden in his eyes when he was drinking with Quinn a few days ago, and thought of the happiness he felt when Wang Zhaozuo was dying, but it was only a few days, and it became a joke like this.

He kept kneeling for an unknown amount of time until his body could no longer support him and he fell.

At this moment, he had time to see clearly that there was no longer the Son of Heaven in the house.

At this moment, the night was already dark, and the bright moon came out of the dark clouds, sprinkling the bright moonlight and falling on the body of the person whose dream was broken......

(End of chapter)