In the imperial study, Li Longji listened to his subordinates' reports and angrily knocked the Panlong Inkstone Pool to the ground.

"You mean, in the capital, there is a prince who wants to rebel?"

In front of him, the crawling old man trembled and picked up the ink pond, put it aside, and then he responded respectfully: "Report to my emperor, yes. Moreover, the imperial concubine also said that there have been some crazy bees, waves and butterflies entangled with her recently."

Xuanzong was furious. Such things were originally taboo for men!

"Lishi, check it out immediately! You must find out the truth! But don't disturb your beloved concubine, remember."

Gao Lishi took the order and left, but his old face was full of worries.

It seems that a huge net is slowly falling.

"No matter what, you must not let Your Majesty suffer any harm." He secretly swore that the old eunuch, who had mixed reputations in history, accelerated his pace.

In the Shou Prince's Mansion, Li Mao was depressed and stared blankly at the lotus pond. He still remembered that under the moon, he danced with his wife, played the piano and played the zither of the woman, and I danced and sang forever.

But what about now?

Three years have passed, the green lamps and the wine is turbid, the phoenix is ​​alone, and it is another spring and autumn. Why, she still hasn't come back.

Come back? Haha, maybe, I will never come back.

In the lotus pond, mandarin ducks play with each other, and fly together, why are I alone guarding the bright moon?

A cool breeze blew out the red candle on the stone platform, and the sword hanging on the pavilion pillar made a whisper in the wind.

The sword's edge was originally hidden in the sheath, but the sheath was abandoned as early as when she left.

Looking at the cypress scattered in the distance, Li Mao shivered but smiled.

"It's windy, and this winter seems to be particularly cold. Even the evergreen pines have withered, let alone the old man who is already twilight?"

"From the moment you snatched her, you are no longer my father, because you don't have the qualifications. Although I am incompetent, even if I am powerless, I don't mind pushing a wave."

"Huan'er, if you still remember your original vow, wait for me. If you forget and be confused by the dazzling palace, then let's go to the next life together and start over."

In the open study, there was a large circle of people sitting around the Jianning Palace. If someone was interested, he would be extremely shocked. Those who attended the table were all senior officials of the dynasty or martial arts tyrants.

The top head was Li Yan, who was wearing a yellow robe but still had not turned into a python into a dragon.

A handsome young man with a purple robe covered with long hair on the ground, looked cold and seemed quite unpleasant.

"Brother Li, how could such a big thing be known to outsiders, causing the city to be full of storms? In this way, we have a lot of concerns in our actions."

Next to him, a majestic general wearing armor and looking down, sitting as a bell, also echoed: "Yes, the prince has done this matter, and he has neglected."

Such words of overshadowing the main people and even bullying the main culprit did not arouse Li N's dissatisfaction, but instead made him smile bitterly.

Regardless of the identity of these two people, the role they play in this matter is absolutely indispensable.

From the initial anger to the calmness afterwards, to the helplessness now, King Jianning was originally a master, not the deceased and stupid person who was so stupid, so he naturally knew where the link was wrong.

What should come is here. Of course, no one would joke about such a major event that is related to life and death or even the neighbors of the nine tribes. The only thing that may be omitted is the Yang Concubine who has repeatedly shirked away recently and is abnormal.

What exactly does she want to do?

Although Li Neng liked her and wanted to possess her from the bottom of his heart, he would not really trust anyone as a hero. Therefore, he was backfired by her, accused of treason, or even promiscuous harem, and had long been plotted against her. I don’t know how much evidence to turn the tables, but the other party did not name her. In this case, if he took the initiative to prove his "innocence" to Li Longji, it would be counterproductive and suspicious.

"Don't worry, after all, not only my beloved ministers have bet on their wealth and life, but I have already given everything. If I fail, maybe you have the means to escape from the sky, but I will definitely die. How could I not be cautious in this situation?"

Li Neng's sincere words made the few people with bad faces look a little slower.

"So, will the original plan change slightly?"

A middle-aged scholar who was elegant and elegant, stroked his beautiful beard several inches under his jaw and asked calmly.

Li nodded in agreement.

"Yes, although it is still implemented in general according to the original plan, the details must be slightly changed. As for how to change, we have to trouble Mr. Cheng to plan for this king."

The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "Eat the king's fortune and be loyal to the king."

So, the few people started a discussion again, and thousands of conspiracies and all kinds of vicious plans were pouring out like a tide in this study that seemed to be full of the fragrance of Confucianism.

It is worth noting that although there were nine people present, only a few people talked about. As for the other great scholars of the court who were sitting upright, they were actually just trying to make a fortune by following the dragon. These guys who seem useless now have an immeasurable effect after the success of the matter. This has been the case since ancient times, and the so-called good and evil are just a mouth of Confucianism.

Whose house is the flowers falling in front of Yanqi Hall?

It is still in the magnificent Jianning Palace. The difference is that the environment here is quite elegant and reveals a natural atmosphere everywhere.

By the pond, there is obviously a newly-launched thatched cottage, which is suddenly mixed with a scattered building complex.

Who is it that you must build a house in the dignified royal palace?

With a "ah", the wooden door opened and two figures walked out of the inner room.

He was wearing a white robe, and also wearing a sword. He was as handsome as a handsome man, and even his height was nearly nine feet tall.

The difference is that one person has long hair and knees, while the other person has tied up his hair bun. Even though his body is full of dust, the young one is obviously going to be energetic, while the other one is relatively calm.

These two are naturally the super masters in the royal palace, Chu Xiang, the famous "night demon" in the world, and the "No. 1 Strange Man in the World" back then, the master of the Knight Island Island, and the Haotianjun of the Nine Heavens - Fang Qian.

The two came to the chess table by the pond, but did not play against each other.

He waved his sleeves and stroked the neatly arranged chess pieces all over the ground. Occasionally, a few fell into the pond, causing several splashes of water.

Such a voluptuous behavior not only failed to arouse the master's disgust, but instead made the "strange man" nod and applaud.

The young man in white then took out the wine pot and said, "I can't understand any piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. But this beautiful wine and beauty can have a few more tricks of lewd poems and punches."

Fang Qian was silent. Everyone knows that he is knowledgeable and talented, and is skilled in all kinds of erotic skills. Therefore, whenever he interacts with him, he always goes to his preferences and asks for chess, calligraphy and painting. However, the young man in front of him rashly broke into the house without his master's consent and said frankly that he would distinguish martial arts from his own way. However, the views mentioned are novel, which makes people suddenly understand, and even many problems that have been troubled for many years have been solved.

The ancients said, "I heard the truth in the morning and died in the evening." I am really not to deceive me.

"It's okay, although I can't beat the boxing, I can't help drinking and writing poems." Fang Gansa smiled.

In fact, from the first sight of this young man, a good impression arises in my heart. Maybe it is because the two are similar in their "hearts".

Chu Xiang understood his own bright sword heart, and Fang Gan also awakened Linglong sword heart.

It is so simple to interact with warriors. Naturally, there is a lot of disdain for ordinary people. Even if you use all kinds of methods, you are just a pleasure. However, for masters of the same level, you will always have a hint of closeness and respect in your heart. Even if you are enemies of each other, you will naturally fight with your life on the battlefield. However, if you have similar interests, you may not be able to drink and talk about it behind your back.

Just like the sword saint, the world only says that if he is defeated by him, he will definitely hold a grudge in his heart. But he doesn't know that it is true that there is something, but there is no jealousy at all.

Burying a sword and carving a book, leaving resentment? It’s ridiculous, can the rumors in the world be believed?

If "Flying Jing" is really buried, what is in your hand at this time?

For warriors, weapons are life. For swordsmen, swords are nothing more than wives and friends.

The sword is in the same place, and the sword is in the same place. This is not a false statement.

However, there are many vulgar people in the world, and how many people understand my heart?

Drink a sip of pure wine and chat with friends about family matters. This is enough to comfort your life.

"Brother Fang, can the three flowers be formed?" Chu Xiang asked casually, handed over the wine pot, but looked into the distance.

Fang Gan took it with him without paying attention to hygiene. He took a big mouthful of his mouth to the sky, then shook his head and sighed: "It's difficult, difficult, even if he uses the experience of his ancestors and relying on the extraordinary skills of the "Wu Dian" to forcibly break through the innate shackles, his sense of the vague energy of the heaven and earth is still weak and almost uncheckable. The intention to gather into the three flowers is difficult, difficult, difficult, difficult."

"Weak?" The boy in white whispered, feeling the slightest energy to comb and nourish the long hair behind him, slowly stretched out his right hand, and there seemed to be countless elves jumping happily on his palm.

Seeing that the other party was acting strangely, Fang Gan didn't care. He reached out and took out two volumes of books from his arms and handed them over.

"These are two volumes of "Wu Dian". I have read them well. Today, I met my brother for the first time. Before I could prepare a gift, I would like to give them to you."

The sincerity in his eyes was not a falsification at all, but Chu Xiang did not accept it.

"Brother Fang's gift is worthy, I shouldn't have refused, but I have already made a clear conspiracy and will take a path to the top with my own strength. I will never borrow any external forces or the steps of my predecessors."

Fang Gan was stunned and then laughed again.

"Hahaha, okay! Even Tuoba Sinan has never been impressed by me, but I am quite ashamed of my words. But don't you hear that 'the elders can't refuse'? If you don't accept it today, you will not take us seriously. Don't blame me for drawing the sword to face each other."

The long-haired boy smiled. There was a real thing about the relationship "God is not to take it back and suffer it". He took it casually and stuffed it into his arms. In fact, he had long been thrown into a corner of the space ring.

Fang Gan was satisfied when he saw this.

It was another long talk, and it felt like we met too late, but Chu Xiang was slightly disappointed.

It turns out that the so-called martial arts man, who has understood the heart of Linglong swords and even surpassed the first level of shackles, is just walking the path opened by others.

The truth is different and they don’t plan each other. If it weren’t for the tasks and plans, I’m afraid that the boy in white would have left long ago.

Why can no one understand my heart in the long road of the world? Even those who seem to be detached and standing on the top of the mountain ahead are just ordinary people.

Even when they were still secretly happy to escape from the shackles, how could they know that the seemingly spacious road ahead had already reached its end, and behind the mist was a bottomless abyss.

The road to reincarnation is full of bumps, and one negligence is the ultimate path.

It’s not so easy to transcend and transcend? Alas...

The sun sets and the moon rises, and the birds return to their nests.

In Chang'an City, undercurrents surging. Tiance Mansion, Imperial Guard, Qianlong Guard, these huge objects used to shock neighbors and suppress the world slowly poked out their minions.

Ning Wang Mansion, Shou Wang Mansion, Pingnan Wang Mansion...

All around the royal family's residences, some strangers came and went, often whispering to each other, recording various situations.

Treason? It’s not so easy to think that the emperor is a fool.

On this clear and peaceful night, a mysterious guest was welcomed in the peaceful Ning Prince Mansion.
To be continued...