Tonight, the prince didn't sleep in the East Palace, and after sending out the people in the afternoon, he was still in the excitement, imagining the tragic situation of Zhao Zhiran being besieged and killed by Qianxun Daotong and others, and suddenly felt a little remorseful: "I should give an order, let them ask Zhao Zhiran, when the Tongda Gambling House was closed that day, did you ever think about today?"

When night fell, he became a little restless again, and began to think about the consequences of assassinating Zhao Zhiran. Isn't it too reckless to do this? What should I do if Qianxun Daotong and the others accidentally leave clues and are tracked down by the Dongji Pavilion that investigated the case later?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he walked up and down the hall, pondering various remedies.

Otherwise, when Qianxun Daotong and the others come back, they will tell the teacher to exterminate this group of people? Anyway, it is a loose cultivator from the East China Sea, and no one knows about it.

Does this Zhu Longxi want to kill his mouth? He only recognized him as his uncle, which seems not to be very moral. Suddenly, I remembered the sentence "Those who achieve great things are not informal", sighed secretly, and said in his heart that he would inquire about Zhu Longxi's family and take care of them.

Thinking like this, it was useless for the crown princess to urge him in the tent, and he had no intention of sleeping.

Suddenly, a eunuch entered the palace and announced: "The palace of the Manifestation Palace makes Duan Chao use a knock to see ......"

Before he finished speaking, Duan Chaoyong had already strode into the dormitory, and the crown princess in the tent let out an "ah", grabbed the brocade quilt and wrapped her body, and shrunk into a ball. Duan Chao glanced at the punch curtain, licked his lips, and said to the prince: "His Royal Highness the prince, please leave the palace with the teacher." ”

The prince shuddered for a moment, and had a premonition that something seemed to be wrong, and asked, "What does the teacher mean? If it is too late today, it seems that it is not appropriate to leave the palace...... Where are we going?"

Duan Chaoyong urged: "Let's talk about it when we get to the place, hurry up!"

The prince was still asking, "Teacher, has the matter been done?" or has it been revealed?"

Duan Chaoyong smiled, did not answer, and ordered the little eunuch to bring the prince's court clothes. The little eunuch didn't dare to disobey, and quickly went to the apse to get the golden prince's court clothes, and several awakened palace maids started together, and under the constant urging of Duan Chaoyong, they put on the court clothes and put on the crown, Duan Chao grabbed the prince with a handful and ran out.

Where can the prince keep up with Duan Chaoyong's pace, Duan Chaoyong simply lifted his jade belt and ran with strength.

On the way to the temple, he saw the sergeant in the armor and the monk of the upper three palaces, and his heart was flustered, and his feet were already a little soft.

Zhu Xianjian stood on the high steps in front of the dormitory, glanced up and down at the prince, and said with a smile: "Don't panic, the prince is in charge of everything." ”

The prince trembled and asked: "King Bo, Lone is just a temporary idea, not deliberate, he is lonely, he should not move Zhao Zhiran's mind, Lone knows that he is wrong......"

Zhu Xianjian glared at him: "What's wrong with the prince? The prince wants the minister to die, the minister has to die, and killing a Zhao Zhizhi is just that, where is the fault?"

The prince was even more confused by this gaze, and pleaded again: "Uncle, you want to ...... Rebellion? Lone doesn't know anything, can you spare Lone?"

Even if he pleaded repeatedly, Zhu Xianjian ignored him at all, dragged him into the hall of enjoyment, and ordered the monk on duty to raise the curtain on the hall, revealing the white marble watch.

The stone beast above Huabiao is still methodically refining the dew, and the dew drips into the dew tray, down the stone pillar, and soaks in the bottom lotus.

Compared to a few months ago, the rosette is becoming more and more red.

The prince said in fear: "King Bo, this is ......"

Zhu Xianjian said: "I respectfully invite the prince to sit in the lotus." He grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up and sent him to the lotus seat.

The prince wanted to move again, but Zhu Xianjian had a forbidden talisman stuck on the back of his head, and he couldn't move for a while.

At the signal of Zhu Xianjian, the two monks stepped forward and stuffed a magic weapon in the prince's arms, and the prince looked down to see it, but his neck couldn't lower at all. If you want to ask, you can't turn your tongue. But he is not a fool, at this moment, he also knows that something is wrong, his eyes turn to Duan Chaoyong, and he asks his teacher for help with his eyes.

Duan Chaoyong said comfortingly: "The prince is a little calm, don't be dry, since we are in the way, after the big thing is settled, everything can be restored to the beginning." ”

Just ready, the alarm bell outside the temple rang for a long time, nine in a row, the sound resounded through the sky, and spread to thousands of households in the capital.

In the middle of the night, Yan Shifan also didn't sleep, and was discussing the tactics of the next round of cultivation ball battles with a few guests in the mansion.

Yan Shifan is still very cautious about the blue ink painting of the yellow-crowned monk of the Huizhen Hall in Taizhou, Zhejiang, and deliberately scattered a few curtain guests more than ten days ago, and inquired from all sides, today is the day to gather the details of the other party.

"Is the blue ink related to the Lingji Palace Lan Da Worship?"

"If you talk about it, the ancestor of Lan Shui Mo is the fifth uncle of Lan Da. That is to say, in fact, Lan Shui Mo should be regarded as the nephew of Lan Da Enshrinement, but it is a little far away, so when competing, you don't have to consider the face problem, just defeat it directly, and Lan Da Enshrinement will not be displeased by this. ”

Yan Shifan nodded slightly, drank tea, and continued to listen.

"The cultivation of blue ink is mainly taught by his senior brother......"

Just as he was saying this, a servant found this room and said, "Little master, big master, please go to his study." ”

Yan Shifan got up and ordered: "You discuss first, and I will come when I go." ”

When he came to Yan Song's study, he saw his father with a sad face, frowning and reading a letter repeatedly.

"It's the beginning of Yin, why doesn't my father sleep?"

Seeing Yan Shifan coming in, Yan Song hurriedly said: "My son is coming, I am worried about killing my father, where can I sleep!"

After receiving the letter handed by Yan Song, Yan Shifan read it twice and said with a smile: "The prince is worried." ”

Yan Song asked, "What do you say? Yang Yiqing is not worried?"

Yan Shifan said: "With Yang Yiqing's temperament, he must not tolerate such stigma, and he will definitely have a showdown with the prince, and now it depends on how the prince handles it." However, it is estimated that the prince will think of some off-the-plate tricks, and I don't know if it will work. ”

Yan Song asked again: "What should I do as a father? This matter is a big trouble, and there must be an explanation." ”

Yan Shifan said: "The rumor started from "Inside and Outside the Imperial City", which should be the hand of Abbot Zhao, and the rumor refers to Yang Yiqing, and Abbot Zhao's goal should be in the cabinet. What's going on in the cabinet? If you want to settle this matter, you just need to ask Xia Ge Lao to come out of the cabinet to do something. ”

Yan Song frowned: "No!"

Yan Shifan thought about it for a while, and came up with another idea: "Father can write a proposal to add another scholar to the cabinet, and this matter can also be eliminated." ”

Yan Song continued to shake his head: "It's still not appropriate." ”

Yan Shifan said helplessly: "That son suggested to his father, let's get sick." ”

Yan Song thought about it for a while, nodded and agreed: "For my father, I will report my illness and recuperate at home today." ”

After the matter was finished, Yan Song cared about his son's "career" and asked: "The day after tomorrow is the tenth round of matching, if you can win, you can get the first place, does my son have a chance of winning?"

Yan Shifan smiled proudly: "Father, don't worry, just prepare the banquet." ”

While speaking, they suddenly heard the bells and drums ringing in unison, and the father and son looked surprised, and turned their heads at the same time and looked at the direction from which the bell came.

PS: Temporarily accept the resolution of the True Master Hall and continue to add more.

PS: Book friends, I am Babaofan, I recommend a free App, which supports downloading, listening, zero ads, and multiple reading modes. Please pay attention to () book friends!