Tai'an, Taifu Mansion.

In an antique and elegant study, Sikong Quan bent his back and looked at a letter spread out on the table, his eyes slightly distracted.

A young and handsome man pushed the door in, then bowed down and saluted Sikong Quan, "Father." ”

Hearing someone call him, Sikong Quan trembled slightly, and the cloudiness in his eyes faded at that time, and he regained his clarity.

"Think, something?"

Sikong Xiang said with regret: "Father, the old department of Yulin Ling has completely infiltrated the Tianxin Sect, but it's a pity...... That Immovable Ming King and the Third Ming King are really difficult to shake, otherwise we will definitely be able to swallow the entire Tianxin Sect!"

Sikong Quan pondered for a moment, and spit out two words in an extremely slow tone: "No hurry." ”

His voice was not only slow, but also hoarse, and his face was tired, and his eyes were drooping, as if he were going to fall asleep at any moment.

"Don't be underestimated. Then he thought for a moment and said.

Sikong Xiang raised his eyebrows, and said a little puzzled: "What is my father still worried about?"

"The old man's intuition has always been very accurate, but now he always has a bad premonition...... Tianxin Sect is about to get out of our control. Sikong thought for a pause and said slowly: "But now, our father and son have no time to take care of that side anymore. ”

"Why?" Sikong thoughtfully raised his sword eyebrows twisted together.

He knew that there were indeed a lot of things in the court, and his father, as the only remaining third duke, could be said to be entangled in official duties, and had no leisure all day long; even he himself was promoted by the new emperor to the head of the reorganized palace forbidden army, and with it, the burden and responsibility on his shoulders were a little heavier. But despite this, Sikong Xiang was still able to find time to contact Yu Linling's assassins and monitor the movements of the Tianxin Sect.

Sikong Quan did not directly answer his son's question, but said like this: "That night mutiny, although our Sikong clan and His Majesty were the last yellow birds hidden, no matter what, the root of our success is still relying on force, which is an indispensable thing." ”

Sikong Xiang nodded, patiently waiting for the following, knowing that his father would never talk about it for no reason.

And on that night, the first emperor's shadow guards were all killed, the Blood Banner Army was completely annihilated, and there was no decent forbidden army in the palace. His Majesty is well aware of this truth, and while reorganizing the forbidden army, he wants to ...... Do you think Your Majesty will be at ease with the Sikong Clan, who holds the Tianxin Sect?"

Sikong was startled, glared and said, "Father, what do you mean?"

Sikong Quan smiled self-deprecatingly, his eyes narrowed, his gaze was deep, and his expression became more and more solemn: "I didn't expect the old man to have a day when he looked away, I thought Wei Shengguang was a puppet who was very easy to control, it seems that I was wrong...... The methods of our new emperor are much more ruthless than those of the previous emperor! This reminds the old man of a person, perhaps, it was the old man who personally sent a monster to the emperor's throne. ”

"Wei Shengguang is becoming more and more like his grandfather. ”

Sifan's pupils suddenly dilated at that time, and the shock in his heart overflowed.

He didn't care about his father calling His Majesty by his name, and the voice echoing in his ears was only his father's evaluation of the new emperor.

Like his grandfather.

What kind of concept is this? Wei Shengguang's grandfather undoubtedly refers to the founding monarch of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Emperor Wu Shengtong, who was once the strongest Taiji in the entire world, and also the strongest host, Ziwei Xingjun.

The story of Emperor Wu is endless, and he should be a character that no one can compare, even another legend in the rivers and lakes, the sect master of Tianxin Sect.

And such a person, his father actually compared it with a small number of micro-shengguang?

Sikong Quan seemed to see through his son's thoughts, bent his index finger and knocked on the table, and a strange smile spread on his face: "Think, don't get me wrong, the old man means ......"

"Weishengguang, like Emperor Wu in his later years. ”

"That's a pure tyrant!"

Sikong wanted to lower his head, his back was cold, and he was sweating profusely, if outsiders heard this, they were afraid that they would have to finish the game completely.

Sikong Quan paused, the expression on his face had all dissipated, and he returned to his original appearance, and he continued: "Wei Shengguang is not worried about us, let's go along with his wishes, people like him cannot be disobeyed, otherwise, you should still remember those courtiers who died in vain in the court." ”

Sikong Xiang clenched his fists at that time, gritted his teeth and nodded.

He was originally a hot-blooded and righteous teenager, but now along the way, the full of enthusiasm has long been dried by the years, and the more things he has experienced, the more he feels that he has slowly become the most disgusting he once was.

It's just that when Wei Shengguang killed innocent people indiscriminately, he only felt that the blood in his chest that had been extinguished had been extinguished rekindled, and he pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and the indignation in his heart almost erupted, so he wanted to go to the new emperor in public to theorize.

This sword, called the Royal Dragon, the Evil Dragon, needs to be governed by someone!

However, at the last moment, Sikong Xiang was stopped by a look from his father, that kind of murderous and fierce eyes, he had only seen it once in his father, the time when his eldest brother had an accident.

As if he had been poured cold water head-on, Sikong Xiang instantly calmed down, lowered his head, and retreated.

He knew that he must not repeat the mistakes of his big brother.

Seeing that his son seemed to be unwilling, Sikong Quan urged him: "If you don't want to make trouble for yourself, and you don't want to affect our entire Sikong clan, remember! This kind of person must not disobey him!"

"Because sooner or later he will bring about his own destruction!"

Sikong Xiang took a deep breath and nodded again.

Sikong Quan coughed lightly, turned the conversation back, and said lightly: "Wei Shengguang is a person who is anxious for quick success, since he is not at ease with the Tianxin Sect, he is also not at ease with our Sikong Clan, so he will try his best to hold these uneasy things in his hands and put them under his control." ”

"What does he want to do?"

Sikong Quan knocked on the table and slowly spit out two words: "Marriage." ”

"Marriage?"

Sikong was stunned for a moment.

Sikong Quan continued: "Wei Shengguang is going to marry Princess Taiping, so choose one of you and Su Zhan." If Su Zhan wins the position of the horse, then their Su clan will be above our Sikong clan, so ......"

Sikong Quan paused, stared at his son's eyes and said solemnly: "Think, you must win this position!"

"The child understands!" said Sikong thoughtfully.

Their Sikong clan finally survived to the end of the day, how could they tolerate another family pressing them? Sikong wanted to secretly clench his fists, no matter from which aspect, the position of the horse must not be snatched away by that Su Zhan!

"As for the Tianxin Sect......" Speaking of this, Sikong Quan suddenly laughed, it was an extremely complicated smile, and it was impossible to see whether it was sighing, surprised, angry, or ridiculed......

After that, Sikong Quan said: "I have to say, Wei Shengguang's courage and appetite are really big, this guy, ahaha!"

"He wants to personally swallow the third Ming King!"

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