Most of the dozen or so pieces of letter paper were the list of moon cicadas that had infiltrated the imperial court and the location of the multi-day creation formation base.

As for the rest, it's all information that comes out of the puppeteer's mouth.

These include the secret of the moon cicada, the identity of the national teacher, and the plot of Empress Qi.

- A terrible conspiracy to refine the entire capital and the people under the rule of the capital into Dan.

Seeing all this, Song Xiang frowned.

After a long time, he took a deep breath.

Without saying a word, he picked up his pen and ink and wrote on the back of the letter paper the information he had found these days.

- Although he still hasn't figured out where Empress Qi hid after giving up her identity as a national teacher, Song Xiang can be sure that as long as Empress Qi doesn't want to give up Zhan Tiansi, then her identity in disguise can only be a high-level of Zhan Tiansi.

So, he followed this line of thought and looked it up.

A name entered Song Xiang's sight without accident.

- Xishenjun, Hongling.

This woman, who has been a little too smooth since she was born, if it were on weekdays, Song Xiangdu would just think that she was unparalleled in luck and favored by God.

But after the incident of the queen of Qi, if you look back at it, you can find some clues.

There is no gift in vain.

Since the national teacher, who was robbed of his identity by Empress Qi, has repeatedly protected the Western God Monarch Hongling, it is impossible to just be bored.

There must be a deeper motivation behind this.

Although there is no evidence now, Song Xiang wrote his suspicions about her in the letter, folded it into a paper crane and flew away.

He knew that the crane would return to its owner, the judge.

If this had been before, he might have kept a hand and taken the opportunity to find out the details of the judge.

But at this time, Song Xiang did not choose to find out the true identity of the judge through the whereabouts of the paper crane.

Because, that's not so important anymore.

"Ziqiu, order people to prepare horses, and enter the capital for the teacher!"

Half an hour later, an inky black carriage slowly drove out of the Prime Minister's Mansion and headed towards the palace.

At this moment, look at the Jinluan Palace, Emperor Qiyuan is sitting on the throne, disheveled, and beside him are several beautiful palace daughters wearing light yarns, smiling and peeling off a grape, holding the jade-like flesh inside with a slender jade finger, and sending it into the mouth of Emperor Qiyuan.

The latter grunted, swallowed, and let out a long breath.

There was a look of enjoyment on his face.

Leisurely.

Look at His Royal Highness Jin Luan, on weekdays, countless civil and military officials discuss the court, but at this time, it is melodious silk and bamboo, the piano is harmonious, and under the music played by a famous musician, the soft and boneless dancers danced, and the light veil was so happy!

In addition, all over the palace, a delicate beast head incense burner curls smoke, a faint fragrance lingers on the Jinluan Palace, the smoke is clear but not rising, surrounding the floor around, foggy, like a fairyland on earth.

And under the throne, there was a red-robed eunuch sitting on a wooden chair, holding a wooden fish, and tapping rhythmically.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

……

But in this extravagant atmosphere, looking at the entrance of the Jinluan Palace, Song Xiang, who was dressed in a purple robe, tied around his waist, and had a meticulous face, walked in slowly, looking so out of place with everything around him.

Looking at everything in front of him, Song Xiang frowned slightly.

At that moment, those musicians and dancers immediately changed their expressions, stopped one after another, and stood with their heads bowed, and the palace maids who served Emperor Qiyuan also bowed and retreated.

On the Jinluan Palace, there was only the sound of the eunuch knocking on the wooden fish.

One, two, three...... And so on.

Hearing this, Song Xiang was upset.

"Song Aiqing, you also know that I love this wooden fish sound, crisp and pleasant, refreshing, don't even deprive me of this hobby!"

Emperor Qiyuan opened his eyes, sighed helplessly, and waved his hand.

So all the attendants, except for the eunuch who had struck the wooden fish, bowed down and withdrew.

"Song Aiqing, what's the matter?" Emperor Qiyuan straightened his clothes, straightened his posture, and asked.

Song Xiang knelt on one knee, didn't sell Guan Zi, and said: "The minister is facing the saint today, there are two things - first, a few days ago, the death of the national teacher of Zhan Tiansi, the minister wrote down all the conjectures and conclusions and submitted them, Your Majesty can read it?" ”

"Oh......" Emperor Qiyuan was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered some inconsequential trivial matter:

"Look, look, but this person, there is always a death, Qu Aiqing is gone, and I am extremely sad.

As for Song Aiqing's recital...... I still think that Song Aiqing is a little more worried - Qu Aiqing, as a national teacher, how could he be murdered by someone to refine the Qi for me in the fourth realm of Great Xia, I am afraid that only God can take his life. ”

Song Xiang frowned when he heard this.

Previously, after the death of the national teacher, he received a letter from the judge, which explained all the truth about the national teacher being replaced by Empress Qi over the years.

At that time, after carefully considering the words, he presented a recital, telling him that the death of the Qiyuan Imperial Master was strange.

But there was no mention of the aftermath.

Because at that time, he was not sure whether the current Emperor Qiyuan was manipulated.

But listen to this majesty's answer now.

All I can say is...... Probably didn't run away.

So, Song Xiang took a deep breath, looked at Emperor Qiyuan, no longer entangled in the question of the death of the national teacher, and suddenly changed his words: "Your Majesty, do you still remember that thirty years ago, the minister misjudged a case, and you once criticized the minister and said-This vast Great Xia, we wave lightly, and it is the weight of ten thousand pounds to fall below, remember to be cautious!" Careful! Careful! ”

Emperor Qiyuan was stunned for a moment, and patted his head after a while: "It seems that this is indeed the case, but after that, Song Aiqing doesn't seem to have judged the wrong case again, right?" I am very relieved! ”

After hearing this, Song Xiang glanced at Emperor Qiyuan deeply and stood up: "Since the death of the national teacher, Your Majesty has already made up his mind, so the minister will not say more and retire." ”

After that, without waiting for Emperor Qiyuan to speak, he turned around and brushed his sleeves away.

Emperor Qiyuan sat on the throne like this, looking at him.

Suddenly, his face changed, his gaze suddenly became struggling, and he stretched out a hand, as if trying to grasp something.

Boom!

The next moment, the sound of the wooden fish sounded, and in the eyes of Emperor Qiyuan, he regained his calm again, and his hand was also put down, and everything seemed to be an illusion.

Song Xiang felt something, turned his head, and saw Emperor Qiyuan smiling as always.

In the end, he was gone.

Only the Jinluan Hall remained, and the dignified Emperor of Great Xia, like a puppet, sat there.

In his eyes, the emotions of struggle are constantly changing.

It's like a beast imprisoned in an unknown place, trying to break free from its cage.

But as the crisp and long sound of the wooden fish continued to sound, that touch of struggle and clarity slowly dissipated.

It's like you're in a deeper prison.

And Emperor Qiyuan's face also returned to normal, and he waved his hand.

"Then the music, then the dance."

The carriage of the Prime Minister's Mansion slowly drove out of the palace.

On the carriage, Song Xiang's face was quite ugly.

He Ziqiu was on the side, raised his head and asked, "Teacher, on the way to the palace, didn't you say that in addition to the death of the national teacher, there is also the matter of the Heaven Conquering Great Array and the Moon Cicada to be reported to Your Majesty?" Why did you quit in a hurry before you finished speaking? ”

Song Xiang glanced at him and let out a long breath of turbidity: "It's not necessary?" ”

He Ziqiu was surprised: "Why? ”

Song Xiang lifted the curtain, shook his head and said, "Because the one on the throne is no longer Your Majesty." ”

He Ziqiu was stunned.

I listened to Song Xiang continue to explain: "As a teacher, I didn't make a mistake in any case - as a teacher, I didn't miss any case in my life."

And thirty years ago, it was impossible for His Majesty, who was iron-blooded to kill his biological mother with his own hands, and he had never said that kind of thing to his teacher. ”

He Ziqiu's eyes widened, "Teacher...... Is the teacher cheating on Your Majesty? ”

Song Xiang nodded,

"If he really was the same Majesty he was, it would be impossible for him to tell such a lie and admit something that did not exist at all in order to be in favor of his teacher.

Therefore, the Majesty on the throne now is no longer the original Majesty - but seeing that he can still control the imperial seal that only the royal blood of the Zhou family can control, the teacher believes that the current Majesty's body should be real, but most of his mind has been manipulated.

In this case, if you talk to him about the Heavenly Creation Array and the Moon Cicada, not only will it have no effect, but it will also startle the snake. ”

He Ziqiu listened, and then suddenly realized!

But that's about it.

If ordinary people heard that the dignified Emperor of Great Xia had been manipulated, they would probably be so shocked that their eyes fell out on the spot.

But for He Ziqiu, in his eyes, the emperor is also a human being, and since he is a human being, it is not surprising what happens.

"And what is the teacher going to do now?" He Ziqiu raised his head and asked.

Song Xiang looked at him and asked rhetorically, "Ziqiu, what do you think should be done as a teacher now?" ”

He Ziqiu was stunned for a moment, and then thought about it seriously, "According to Ziqiu's humble opinion, dealing with the Heaven Conquering Great Formation should be a top priority, after all, it is related to the life and death of thousands of people under the rule of the entire capital.

And according to the dragon refining qi under the teacher, it should not be difficult to do these things, except for the time it takes. ”

Song Xiang nodded in satisfaction.

"In addition, Your Majesty is Your Majesty after all, and after all, you are the king of a country."

He Ziqiu frowned and continued: "If you want to completely kill that Empress Qi, you should also let Your Majesty come back to consciousness." ”

Song Xiang listened, and nodded slightly: "Very good, consistent with what the teacher thinks, Ziqiu, you have learned a lot." ”

He Ziqiu scratched his head, "It's all the teachers who teach well." ”

Song Xiang was stunned for a moment, and showed a smile after a long absence: "It seems that it is right to let you go to Lichun Tower, you didn't say such sleek words before." ”

After a pause, he let out a long breath of turbidity.

"In this way, if there are three strengths and two weaknesses for the teacher in the future, there is no need to worry about no one inheriting the holy throne."

(End of chapter)