Although Wen Daiyu said it lightly, hearing Wen Yanzheng's ears made him feel like an ice cellar in an instant. Wen Yanzheng is not stupid, he understands that Wen Daiyu is implying that he is implying that some of the plans and actions he is doing now are clear to Wen Daiyu as a person who has come over. So there is no need to talk in a twist and turn, there is no point.

Wen Yan Zheng simply didn't pretend, the cowardice on his face disappeared in an instant, he understood that his plan to use Wen Yan Lie to usurp the throne had failed, but he hadn't completely lost the opportunity. Although judging from the current situation, he has no way to do it with a single emperor dust, not to mention the existence of Ye Guanlan and other combat forces that he can't control, and it is no longer feasible to usurp the throne by force, but he still has his hole cards not out, and he may not be defeated.

Wen Yan regained his previous confident and arrogant demeanor, stood up slowly, gently patted the dust off his knees, straightened his waist, looked at Wen Daiyu with sharp eyes and said: "Father, now that the Southern Zhou Dynasty is strong, the people are rich, and the border is peaceful, you don't need to work so hard. What's more, you are old after all, why don't you pass the throne to your sons and let them share your worries for you, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

Wen Daiyu felt a little sour in his heart, there were only two princes by his side, Wen Yanzheng and Wen Yanlie, but these two wanted his throne and his life at the same time. In front of the imperial power, the deep love between father and son is really just a joke. Although he himself has come all the way from the bloody struggle for imperial power, he still has extravagant hopes for the family affection between the royal family, but as he gets older, this extravagant hope becomes smaller and smaller.

"Zheng'er, why are you in a hurry? in two days you will have to perform the crown ceremony, and as soon as the crown ceremony is over, I will immediately canonize you as the crown prince. Just wait a few more years, and you will be yours for everything now, can't you wait for a few years?"

"Father, it's come to this point, why do you still want to lie to me. From ancient times to the present, none of the favored princes can really inherit the throne in the end. For a prince, overly deliberate favor will only push him to the forefront and make him a target in the struggle for imperial power. ”

Wen Yanzheng showed a playful smile on her face, and asked rhetorically: "Father, you were also a prince before, how could you not understand the truth of this killing." ”

"It is precisely because of this understanding that I know how bloody and cruel the road to the dragon chair is, so I don't want my princes to kill each other one by one because of the succession to the throne. ”

Wen Yanzheng was full of disdain for Wen Daiyu's words, and snorted coldly: "The battle for imperial power is already full of dangers, the winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, which has been the case since ancient times. You can now tell me that royal affection is only because you are the victor, and what is written in the history books is all in your thoughts, so why pretend to be a loving father in front of me. ”

"This is not a disguise, I killed nine of my brothers with my own hands, but when I was in the world, I suddenly found myself alone, my childhood playmates, and my former brothers all fell on the road to power. I often ask myself now whether my choice was right or wrong. Therefore, I don't want my prince to go through the same pain again. ”

The more Wen Daiyu said, the more excited he became, and the more sincere he became. He paused, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and his tone became cold: "The struggle for the power of the royal family is usually involuntary, and I will not allow the prince who has the idea of rebellion to drag my other children into the whirlpool of struggle and be shattered! What the first emperor did not do does does not mean that I cannot do it!"

Wen Yan was at a loss, shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that the news that my father is about to die was deliberately released to let us know, I should have thought of it, but in the end, it was a bad move, but it's a pity." ”

Huang Chen looked up at the sky, leaned forward stiffly, and said to Wenyan: "The sky is about to dawn, His Royal Highness the Ten Princes." Time is running out for you, it's time to hit the road. ”

Wen Yanzheng didn't have a violent reaction when he heard Huang Chen's words, since he dared to enter the palace, he had already been mentally prepared for such a result. He wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die either, so he had already left his back hand, which was why he didn't go directly to the palace and went to Yihong Courtyard first. For a country, anyone can be the monarch, the difference is only that it is not good to be right, and whether it is stable or not. But ministers are different, even if the most virtuous monarch disappears overnight, then the country will be in turmoil, and even in danger of extinction. And those ministers in Yihong Academy, although they don't seem to be very important, these people together are enough to shake the foundation of Southern Zhou, and this is Wen Yanzheng's last reliance.

Ye Guanlan and the Gun Alliance were handed over to Wen Yanzheng by Wen Daiyu, Ye Guanlan's martial arts are strong, and Wen Yanzheng can't control them, but he can secretly operate the candidates who were sent to the Gun League. This is the reason why Wen Yanzheng would rather bring his own soldiers into the palace than bring the more powerful disciples of the Gun League, the disciples of the Gun League are all dead soldiers that Wen Yan Zheng has cultivated since childhood, and they are only loyal to him, they are the people Wen Yan Zheng really trusts.

Wen Yan was fearless, still with a confident smile on his face, he raised his head slightly to look at the dark night sky, shook his head and muttered: "The sun must be very bright tomorrow, it seems that I can't see it." But father, it's worth it to have so many pillars of the Southern Zhou Dynasty to bury me. ”

Wen Daiyu faced Wen Yanzheng's yin and yang strange threat, and his face did not even fluctuate. His pupils shrank, the chill in his eyes became a little stronger, he was silent for a long time, sighed deeply, and waved his hand at Huang Chen: "Old Emperor, let him be sober and sober." ”

Seeing that Wen Daiyu didn't care about his threat, Wen Yanzheng was already panicked in his heart, but he still tried to maintain his expression and not let the panic show it.

Huang Chen bowed and said, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

After speaking, he turned around and inexplicably shouted in the direction of everyone in the Wanshi House: "The Qianjimen boy who just came, come out!"

This shout made everyone confused, and everyone looked around blankly, not knowing what kind of medicine was sold in the Huangchen gourd. Only Zheng Da and Yao Yu looked calm, as if they had already known what was going to happen.

At this time, a soldier in the city guard suddenly left the queue abruptly, and before Commander Lu could react, the soldier had already walked quickly to the front of the formation. The soldier tore off his helmet, bowed his head and knelt down on one knee and saluted at Huang Chen: "Junior, Qianjimen Wen Song has seen the emperor's seniors!"

"'Niangxian' Wen Song?!" Hearing the soldier's words, everyone in the Wanshi House suddenly burst into an exclamation, and their faces were full of shock. No one expected Wen Song to suddenly appear at this time, and the timing of his appearance was so delicate.

"Mother, what's going on, why is Senior Brother Wen Song here?" Qi Qi grew his mouth in surprise, shook Yao Yu's arm and asked eagerly. This question also asked the hearts of everyone in Wanshiwu, and everyone looked at Yao Yao, expecting her to give an answer.

Yao Yu stretched out his hand and pressed Qi Qi's hand, and said softly: "This matter is a long story, and I will tell you slowly when I go back." ”

Huang Chen nodded and said, "Get up, you tell the Ten Princes about the current situation of the courtiers of the Southern Zhou Dynasty." ”

When Wen Song stood up, everyone in the Wanshiwu was even more surprised, because they saw a familiar face, but that face was not Wen Song's, but Qiu Bulao's.

Wen Song nodded yes, then faced Wen Yanzheng and asked leisurely: "Just a few hours ago, we just met." Dare to ask His Royal Highness the Tenth Prince, do you remember my face?"

Wen Yanzheng's eyes were wide open, the confident and arrogant look on his face was completely replaced by shock, his mouth kept opening and closing, pointing at Wen Song, his voice trembled for a long time before he spoke: "Qiu, Qiu Bulao? Qianji Mask! You are fake!"

Wen Song tore off the mask of Qianji on his face, pinched an orchid finger in his hand, and chuckled: "Your Highness is really smart, it seems that you don't need Xiaomin's introduction, Your Highness has already guessed it." ”

"When did you drop all the ministers?"

"Just before the Hongmen banquet of His Royal Highness the Four Princes. ”

Wen Yanzheng's eyes lost their luster for a moment, and they were extremely empty. His strength seemed to have been drained, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground paralyzed, shaking his head and laughing at himself: "I thought that even if I didn't win the battle, at least I could have a way back." I didn't expect Jiang to be old and spicy, I lost, I lost, I lost, I lost. ”

Wen Yanzheng's last hope was shattered, he hung his head, his long hair hanging down to cover his face, and sat motionless on the ground like a stone sculpture. The atmosphere became extremely oppressive in an instant, and the silence in front of Di'an Gate was terrifying, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be frozen.

For a long time, Wen Yan was making a final begging with a little crying: "Father, is it true that the sons and daughters can't live?"

Wen Daiyu silently turned around and said nothing, at this time his silence had replaced his answer.

"What's the matter, the son is really stupid, he even begged his father for your forgiveness in the form of a fluke, you didn't even let go of your own brother, how could you care about a prince. Wenyan seemed to have an epiphany, he tied up his messy long hair with a serious expression, and then stood up and tidied up his clothes, tidying up his appearance like a court.

He solemnly wiped his sleeves with both hands, knelt down to the ground towards Wen Daiyu's back, saluted, and shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" Because of his excitement, Wen Yanzheng's voice trembled so much that it was difficult to continue.

"Father, father, son...... The sons and daughters retired first. ”

Wen Daiyu listened to Wen Yanzheng's voice, his fists gradually clenched, his knuckles turned pale because of the force, and his eyes were covered with a layer of fog at some point. At this time, he suddenly wavered a little, and his emotions were greater than his reason at this moment, and finally he let go of his fist, turned around and wanted to change his mind, and stay with Wenyan's life.

But at this time, Wen Yanzheng suddenly picked up the big Zhou dragon sparrow next to him, slammed it on his neck, wiped it hard, and suddenly a stream of red liquid gushed out, and then Wen Yanzheng's body fell to the ground. The blood that was constantly spilling spread around him, as if outlining a delicate flower of wealth: the peony.

Wen Daiyu turned around abruptly and saw Wen Yanzheng lying in a pool of blood, his body seemed to freeze. After a long time, Wen Daiyu took a hard breath and slowly spit it out. He closed his eyes in pain, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye with a cry of "Zheng'er".