The Path Toward Heaven

The small pine nuts are chewed and not much in size, but the aroma is sufficient and you can send a glass of wine.

Liang Xingcheng raised his glass and drank it with flavor and sound. He tilted Shi Fengchen and said, "You can use all the disciples of Shuiyueyu?"

Looking at the smile on the old man's face, Shi Fengchen laughed and said, "Where I have this ability, it's the people over there."

Liang Xingcheng frowned in disgust, not wanting to hear the name, even if Shi Fengchen used the reference there.

Shi Fengchen seemed to be unaware of the other's taboos, and continued to laugh: "As long as the guest has an idea, the person over there will be able to achieve it."

Liang Xingcheng put down his glass and looked at him and said, "What do you think?"

Shi Fengchen said positively: "I just want to share my sorrow for His Highness."

The tavern was very noisy, and the drunken people were arguing endlessly, talking about the move, how the move drowned his voice.

Naturally, Liang Xingcheng would not believe him, and Shi Fengchen himself would not, but they knew each other that as a courtier, they had to say something. ..

He stared at Shi Fengchen's eyes and asked, "Are you sure this can be done?"

Shi Fengchen smiled and said: "As soon as Zhao Layue died, she planted the concubine on the concubine, and even if she was loved again, it would be a dead end."

Liang Xingcheng lifted his glass and lowered it, and said, "Are you sure? The concubine is not an ordinary person."

"To be disrespectful, even if she is the queen queen's maiden? Her Majesty always has to explain to Qingshan Jianzong."

Shi Fengchen felt that the counselor was as stupid as the prince, his voice was lower, but his tone was heavier.

"His Majesty went to Sheshan today. Master Niu and Master Jin were not around, but they brought their concubines."

Liang Xingcheng was shocked when he heard the words. Sheshan was outside the Chaoge City, and His Majesty didn't even bring an offering. What was it to do? Why did he take the concubine with him?

The quarrel in the tavern continued, but the sour muddy wine was gone, and a flash of light flashed on his skinny face, saying, "Do it well."

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Mrs. Liang's looks are similar to those of her cousin Liang Xingcheng, except that he is taller and thinner. He looks less like an official, but more like a successful spiritual master.

He looked at the young man next to the fence and waited patiently. Although he was the teacher of the other party, his esteem was never calculated like this.

"I always feel too risky."

The young man threw his fish food into the pool under the bar, causing countless swimming fish and messing up the spring water.

Of course, Mrs. Liang knew that the plan was not safe, and said in a mute voice: "But the news has confirmed that the breakaway pills ... have been stopped for several days."

The young man turned around and it was the young Jinyi that Pingji Jiu and Zhao Layue met in the old plum garden.

But compared with that day, the indifference in his eyes became colder.

He is the only son of His Majesty the Emperor, Emperor Jing Xin.

Many ministers, ordinary people, and sectarians believe that he will be the future emperor, and even privately knows that he is a prince.

Jing Xin himself felt the same way. Until he learned the news these days, he found that his position as a prince was not stable.

Because Father Emperor ... seems to be ready to regenerate one.

He looked at Liangfu Fu coldly and said, "Even if Hu Guifei is dead, the father and the emperor can have another son."

Mrs. Liang said, "But maybe Her Majesty wanted to have a son because of Hu Guifei."

Jing Xin was silent. In fact, he knew that his question was meaningless, and the son of any concubine was a threat to him.

Because this represents the attitude of Father Emperor.

The meaning of Tai Fu is also very clear. Before the throne, any adventure is worth it.

"What about me? How can I have nothing to do with this matter? I want to make sure neither Niu Jin nor Qingshan Sect can find out."

"It's simple, because it has nothing to do with His Royal Highness."

"Do you believe that guy named Shi Fengchen?"

"Yes, because I know where his hatred comes from."

Liang Taifu said with emotion, "Hate is the most terrifying force that can help him keep all secrets, even when facing the Qingshan Sect."

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There are many taverns in Chaoge City.

Shi Fengchen left the tavern, turned for half an hour in the cobweb-like alley, and walked into another tavern.

The drunks in the tavern are still discussing the plum meeting, to be precise, they are still discussing the game of chess.

Shi Fengchen frowned with disappointment, walked into the tavern, nodded to the shopkeeper, and followed him into the quiet utility room.

"What did you say last time?"

He looked at the fat-eared shopkeeper and said, his expression was calm, but his mood was a little weird.

As the deputy inspector of the Qingtian Division of the imperial court, seeing the management of Bu Lao Lin, the most important thing to do is to take down the other party, not talk.

The shopkeeper smiled and looked at him without speaking.

Shi Fengchen's recent patience is not very good, Shen Sheng said: "I can find you once, and you can never leave Chaoge City again."

"We are in contact with people when we are in business. It is not surprising that Qingtian Division can find me, just like everyone knows the history of the medical institution by the Baima Lake,"

The fat shopkeeper still said with a smile: "And we have proven our sincerity and ability, the problem is that you have not said what you are willing to pay."

From ancient times to now, killing guests is costly. What Bu Lao Lin does is this business, of course, no exception.

Shi Fengchen looked slightly relaxed and said, "I did not expect that Shui Yuezhen's disciples could also be used by you, but why do you believe Zhao Layue would promise to go alone?"

The fat shopkeeper shook his head and said, "It's not convenient to say. Let's talk about this business again. What can you pay for?"

Shi Fengchen said: "When I trade with you, it is equivalent to giving me into your hands. As for how much you can get, it depends on how you use me in the future."

The smile on the fat shopkeeper's face is even stronger, but the tone of mockery is full of meaning: "Why is a marginalized official of Qingtian Division comparable to the Lord of Jiufeng? Unless you are a national official who has real power or is in Zhenbei Army Deputy commander. "

Shi Fengchen didn't get angry, looked at him with a smile and said, "What if I say I'm working for the Prince?"

The fat shopkeeper did not show an unexpected look, it seems that he had already guessed it.

"It's interesting, it's interesting, but you just sold the master like this, aren't you afraid he will kill you after he knows?"

"Prince trusts me, and I also believe I can keep my mouth shut, even in the face of death and search, but if possible, I still don't want to face the anger of Qingshan directly."

Shi Fengchen stared at the two line-like eyes of the fat shopkeeper and said, "I can trust you, right?"

The fat treasurer suddenly felt that the court official had some meaning, and said with a smile: "Of course, Bu Lao Lin's reputation is very valuable, and you have no value to sell."

If Bu Lao Lin would not betray Shi Fengchen, then naturally Shi Fengchen would not have a chance to betray the Prince. Why would the Prince kill him?

On the surface, the focus of this conversation is here, but Shi Fengchen and the fat shopkeeper know that this is not the case.

The fat shopkeeper made it very clear that Shi Fengchen had no value in selling, but the prince did.

After this incident, Bu Lao Lin will definitely get enough benefits from the Prince, which is why they are willing to participate.

The only bargaining chip in this transaction is the prince.

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Leaving the tavern ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and returning to his home in Nancheng, Shi Fengchen stood in the deserted and somewhat humble courtyard and remained silent for a long time.

He is a very clean official, and he is serious and upright, and those little sects who should have pleased him did not bother to care about him after touching the nails several times.

Naturally, there would be no servants in such a house, and there would be no singer.

No family.

He has long been accustomed to this neglect, whether in Nanhe Prefecture or Chaoge City.

But I don't know why, thinking that Zhao Layue would die after three days, he was suddenly sad.

Are dead.

It ’s good to die.

no trouble.