Hearing the emperor's question so lightly, Zheng Yong couldn't help but feel an inexplicable nervousness.

Because with his understanding of this emperor over the years, he knew that the more calm his attitude and casual tone were on the surface, the more he had great suspicion in his heart.

Zheng Yong suddenly secretly warned himself that if things are slow, the more they are about to succeed, the more they must be cautious in their words and deeds, and they must not be in a hurry for quick success and lose the good situation in front of them.

After all, this matter is still related to Hua Fengshan, although the emperor has not admitted it verbally, but in fact, in his heart, he should love this eldest son who is not surnamed Haoxing the most.

Therefore, when talking about the issue of cold ice, he must not implicate Hua Fengshan rashly, otherwise he is likely to anger the emperor, but in the end he will not achieve the goal of destroying the Leng father and son.

As soon as he thought of this, Zheng Yong hurriedly bowed down and confessed: "It's the old slave who was confused for a while, and actually forgot that Han Bing was still the nephew of the flower doctor, and only thought about his father-son relationship with Lord Zuo Xiang!"

Therefore, when investigating the origin of Han Bing, the old slave did not think that he should go to the flower doctor for verification, but directly sent someone to the hometown of Lord Zuo Xiang to investigate. ”

Haoxing Xiaoqi immediately heard the meaning of Zheng Yong's words, and couldn't help but think about it secretly in his heart.

It turns out that this old minion's pretentiousness today is all to bring down the left minister Leng Yiqing. And now it seems that he has some evidence in his hands that is unfavorable to Leng Yiqing.

"What have you found?" he asked again, seemingly nonchalantly.

"Due to the rush of time, the people sent by the old slave didn't find much useful stuff, but—"

Zheng Yong paused deliberately, took out something from his arms, and then continued unhurriedly: "I just found an old painting, but it is not any real evidence." ”

"Old paintings?" Haoxing Xiaoqi couldn't help frowning, "What old paintings?"

It is said to be a portrait of Lin Fangyin, the wife of the left prime minister. ”

Haoxing Xiaoqi's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, "Show it to me." ”

Zheng Yong hurriedly presented the old painting to the emperor with both hands.

Haoxing Xiaoqi looked at the old painting for a long time, and finally asked in a deep voice: "Can that cold ice look like the woman in this painting?"

"The old slave has asked the people who know the ice, and they are sure that they are very similar. ”

"Hmm-" Haoxing Xiaoqi nodded slowly, "What do you think about this?"

Zheng Yong immediately made a look of panic, and said cautiously: "The old slave thinks that just a portrait is indeed a crime that is difficult to penetrate. Maybe Lord Zuo Xiang will have his own words, but I don't know. ”

Haoxing Xiaoqi put the painting on the dragon case in front of him, and then looked at Zheng Yong with a complicated and unpredictable gaze, and said, "No matter what he will say when the time comes, you must have already thought of a countermeasure for me, right?"

Zheng Yong's small eyes blinked several times one after another, and he didn't guess the emperor's intention for a while, so he didn't dare to speak casually.

Seeing his appearance, Haoxing Xiaoqi couldn't help but smile coldly, and said, "You detained that Leng Shiyu in the palace, it should be to deal with Leng Yiqing, right?"

You must be planning to use Leng Shiyu's life to force Leng Yiqing to admit that Lin Fangyin is a hermit, in fact, you want him to admit that he knows Han Bing's hermit identity, but he deliberately conceals it and does not report it.

It seems that you not only want Zuo Xiang to taste the pain of losing his son, but also want him to lose his life for it!"

Seeing that the emperor had debunked his trick of intending to frame Leng Yiqing, Zheng Yong's face suddenly changed in fright, and he knelt down with a "plop".

Haoxing Xiaoqi glanced at him coldly, shook his head rather disdainfully, and said, "You old thing is really too stupid! Zuo Xiang Leng Yiqing, as the chief assistant of the dynasty, how could he be as short-sighted as the Marquis of Xiangguo, Yan Yuguang? He would never cut off the Leng family for the sake of a son.

In doing this, not only will you not be able to force him to comply, but you will also give him a handle, so that this Zuo Xiang, who is as sharp as a sword, can use this to accuse me of deliberately framing Zhongliang!"

Zheng Yong knelt there and didn't dare to raise his head, just because he was afraid that the emperor would see the ruthless color that flashed in his eyes at this moment.

In fact, his original intention of holding Leng Shiyu hostage was not to coerce Leng Yiqing to admit any crime.

He was afraid that the scheming and cunning Lord Zuo Xiang would be vigilant after learning of Han Bing's death, and send Leng Shiyu away for refuge before he set a trap to frame him.

The people of the Leng family will definitely not be able to stay, and they will be cut off!

But now that Han Bing has escaped safely from Jishi Temple, and the key that he wanted to use to frame Leng Yiqing has not been obtained, Zheng Yong's plan has all failed.

At the moment when he just learned that the plan had failed, it was like five thunderbolts, and he was stunned in an instant!

After a little relief, a monstrous anger hit his heart, and at that time he only had one thought, to kill Leng Shiyu immediately, so that the Leng father and son could also taste the pain of being unable to do anything!

However, after completely calming down, Zheng Yong soon gave up this impulsive idea.

And, after some careful consideration, he no longer felt how distressed he was about this so-called defeat. On the contrary, he didn't think he really lost the game.

Of course, he must admit that he did expect a lot of things wrong and lost a lot of opportunities.

But there was only one thing that was most important, and he did absolutely nothing wrong.

That is, he caught Leng Shiyu.

And this Leng Shiyu is the chance for him to finally turn the tables completely!

With this young son of Lord Zuo Xiang in hand, he Zheng Yong will not only not lose, but will also win more freely!

Cold clothes, cold ice, cold jade——

The three fathers and sons of the Leng family will die painfully one by one under their own calculations!

There was still hatred and poison in his heart, but Zheng Yong's face showed a look of extreme remorse, his body prostrate on the ground, and hissed: "Your Majesty, the old slave should die-"

"Forget it!"

Haoxing Xiaoqi waved his hand violently, interrupting Zheng Yong's unspoken words that were ready to defend himself.

He glared fiercely at Zheng Yong, who was still lying on the ground and didn't dare to raise his head, and said in a cold voice: "You are a minion, you dare to have such a sinister calculation heart towards the important ministers of the court, it is really a great crime!"

But there is also merciful in what you have done. If you don't hate it, I will doubt your intentions!

But I can only spare you this time, and if you dare to carry me on your back next time, I will not tolerate it!"

Zheng Yong knelt there and kowtowed repeatedly, his face was already full of tears, and he couldn't cry.