The small pine kernels were chewed, not much in quantity, but they were fragrant enough to make a cup of wine.
Liang Xingcheng picked up the wine cup and emptied it in one gulp. He glanced at Shi Fengchen and said, "You can even use the disciple of Shui Yue Nunnery?"
Seeing the old man's ambiguous expression, Shi Fengchen laughed, saying, "I don't have such an ability. It's the people over there who are using them."
Liang Xingcheng furrowed his eyebrows in disgust, not wanting to hear that name, even if Shi Fengchen was referring to the people over there.
Shi Fengchen continued with a smile, as if he didn't notice the taboo, "As long as the guest has an idea, the people over there have the ability to realize it."
Liang Xingcheng put down the wine cup and asked Shi Fengchen, "What idea do you have then?"
Shi Fengchen said seriously, "I just want to share the burden for Your Highness."
It was very noisy in the small pub. The drunk people were arguing about the chess move and the chess move, drowning Shi Fengchen's voice.
Liang Xingcheng didn't believe what Shi Fengchen said, and neither did Shi Fengchen. However, they both knew that as chancellors, some things had to be said.
He stared into Shi Fengchen's eyes and asked, "Are you sure about this?"
Shi Fengchen said with a smile, "If Zhao Layue dies, the Royal Concubine will be the one to blame. Even if she is favored by the Emperor, she will still die."
Liang Xingcheng picked up the wine cup and put it down again, saying, "Are you sure? The Royal Concubine is not an ordinary person. "
"To be frank, even if she is the Empress, so what? The Emperor has to give an explanation to the Sword Sect of Aoyama. "
Shi Fengchen thought this advisor was as stupid as the Crown Prince, so he lowered his voice even more, but his tone became more serious.
"The Emperor went out to Li Mountain today. Master Niu and Master Jin are not with him, but he brought the Royal Concubine."
Liang Xingcheng was startled. Li Mountain was outside Zhaoge City, but the Emperor didn't bring any staff with him. What was he going to do? Why did he bring the Royal Concubine?
The argument in the pub continued, but the sour wine had lost its taste. A stern expression flashed across his skinny face, as he said, "Do it well then."
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The Royal Tutor Liang looked like his distant cousin, Liang Xingcheng, but he was taller and thinner, and looked more like an immortal master than an official.
He looked at the young man by the railing and waited patiently. Although he was the young man's teacher, he would never calculate the hierarchy like this.
"I think it is too risky."
The young man threw the fish food in his hand into the pond under the fence, attracting countless fish and messing up the spring water.
Of course, Grand Tutor Liang knew that this plan was not safe. He said in a slightly hoarse voice, "But the news has been confirmed. The Duanli Pill … has indeed been discontinued for several days."
He was the young man, the young man, and, and the young man. The young man was the young man's eyes. a. a, and a. a. and. "Li"
"King," the "up, and, and said." Qing, in "
"Emperor,", in, and, and, and, and, and ", in," in.
. and, and, Jing Xin Emperor. and. Jing Xin thought so. he, he., and, and, and, and. have.
"have. have. think.," in, "Emperor's"., ","........ "
It was not until he heard the news that he realized his position as the Crown Prince was not secure.
He looked at the Royal Teacher Liang and said coldly, "Even if Royal Concubine Hu died, my father could still have another son."
"Even if Royal Concubine Hu died, my father could still have another son," Jing Xin said to the Royal Tutor Liang.
Jing Xin fell silent. In fact, he was fully aware that his question was meaningless. The son of any concubine would be a threat to him.
It was because it represented his father's attitude.
The meaning of the Royal Tutor Liang was clear. Any risk was worth it for the sake of the throne.
"What about me? How can I have nothing to do with this? I want to make sure that Niu Jin and the Aoyama Sect can't find out. "
"It's simple. It's because this has nothing to do with Your Highness."
"Do you believe that guy, Shi Fengchen?"
"Yes, because I know where his hatred comes from."
The Royal Tutor Liang said sentimentally, "Hatred is the most formidable force. It can help him keep all the secrets, even when he is facing the Aoyama Sect."
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There were many small taverns in Zhaoge City.
Shi Fengchen left the small tavern, and walked into another small tavern after wandering in the cobweb-like streets for an hour.
The drunkards in the tavern were still discussing the Plum Meeting, or more precisely, the Go game.
Shi Fengchen furrowed his eyebrows unpleasantly. He walked into the tavern, nodded to the tavern owner, and followed him into the quiet storeroom.
"How's the matter we talked about last time?"
He asked the fat tavern owner. His expression was calm, but his mood was a bit weird.
As the vice inspector of the Pure Heaven Bureau of the Imperial court, the most important thing he should do when meeting the manager of Bulao Lin was to take him down instead of talking to him.
The tavern owner looked at him with a smile, but didn't say anything.
Shi Fengchen's patience was running thin. "If I can find you once, I can make sure you can't leave Zhaoge City ever again," he said sharply.
"We're doing business, so we have to keep in touch with others. It's not surprising that the Pure Heaven Bureau can find me, just like everybody knows the history of the medical house by the White-Horse Lake."
The fat tavern owner continued with a smile, "And we've already proven our sincerity and ability. The problem is that you haven't told us what you're willing to pay."
Since ancient times, it cost money to hire someone to kill someone. Bulao Lin was in this business, so he was no exception.
Shi Fengchen relaxed a bit, saying, "I didn't expect the disciple of Shui Yue Nunnery could be used by you. But why do you believe that Zhao Layue would agree to go there alone?"
The fat tavern owner shook his head, saying, "It's not convenient to say. Let's get back to this business. What can you pay me? "
Shi Fengchen said, "I'm handing myself over to you by doing business with you. As for how much you can get, it depends on how you use me in the future."
The smile on the fat tavern owner's face grew wider, but his tone was full of mockery. "How can a marginalized official of the Pure Heaven Bureau be compared to the nine peak masters? Unless you are a state duke with real power, or the deputy commander of the Northern Army. "
Shi Fengchen didn't get angry. "What if I say I'm working for the Crown Prince?" he asked with a faint smile.
The fat tavern owner didn't show any surprised expression. It looked like he had already guessed it.
"Interesting, interesting. But if you betray your master like this, aren't you afraid he'll kill you if he finds out?"
"The Crown Prince trusts me, and I believe I can keep my mouth shut, even in the face of death and the Soul-Searching Method. But if possible, I don't want to face the anger of Aoyama."
Shi Fengchen stared at the fat tavern owner's two thin eyes, saying, "I can trust you, can't I?"
The fat tavern owner suddenly felt this official of the Imperial Court was quite interesting, saying with a smile, "Of course, the reputation of Bulao Lin is very valuable, and you have no value in betraying him."
If Bulao Lin wouldn't betray Shi Fengchen, then Shi Fengchen wouldn't have the chance to betray the Crown Prince, so why would the Crown Prince want to kill him?
It seemed that this was the main point of the conversation, but Shi Fengchen and the fat tavern owner both knew it wasn't the case.
The fat tavern owner made it clear that Shi Fengchen had no value in betraying him, but the Crown Prince did.
After this event, Bulao Lin would get enough benefits from the Crown Prince, which was why they were willing to participate in the deal.
The only bargaining chip in this deal was the Crown Prince.
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After leaving the small pub and returning to his home in the southern part of the city, Shi Fengchen stood in the deserted and shabby courtyard, remaining silent for a long time.
He was an honest official, doing things seriously and righteously. Those small sects that were supposed to flatter him didn't want to pay attention to him after being rebuffed a few times.
Naturally, there wouldn't be any maids or servants in such a house, let alone singers.
And he didn't have any family members.
He was used to this kind of desolation, whether it was in Nanhezhou or Zhaoge City.
But for some reason, he suddenly felt sad when he thought that Zhao Layue would die in three days.
They were all dead.
It was better for them to die.
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