The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 692 Fall Out of Favor
As soon as these words were said, Yan Sanhe and Li Buyan looked as usual.

Third Master and Little Master Pei's faces turned red secretly.

Especially Huang Qi, who blushed like a monkey's butt and looked down.

Well, I am also tall and strong!

Yan Sanhe didn't notice anything unusual about the man in the room, "Xie Xiaohua, what else do you know about this Qinqi named Chengfeng?"

Xie Xiaohua: "I just know that he plays the lyre well, looks good, and is liked by women, but I don't know anything else."

Yan Sanhe raised his eyes and looked at Xie Zhifei, "Will it be Dong?"

"Look it up and you'll find out."

Xie Zhifei scratched his chin: "Ding Yi."

"Father."

"You pack up and leave immediately for Jinling Mansion to inquire about this person named Chengfeng."

"Yes!"

"Wait."

Yan Sanhe stopped him, "How many days does it take to come back to Jinling Mansion?"

Ding Yi: "Miss Yan, if everything goes well, we'll be back around the eighteenth day of the first lunar month."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "dong-dong" sound and something hit the window.

anyone?

Just as Li Buyan was about to draw his sword, he heard Zhu Qing on the bed say anxiously: "Miss Li, don't move, she should be one of our own. Ding Yi, go out and take a look."

Ding pushed open the window and jumped out.

Just a moment later, he jumped in from the window again and said in a low voice: "Third Master, there is news from the great grandson."

Xie Zhifei: "Say!"

Ding Yi: "As for the inner demons, Third Master and Little Master Pei must be careful and careful."

Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao chuckled at the same time.

Huairen would not say these things for no reason, it must be something happening in the palace.

……

This warning from the emperor's grandson not only shocked Xie Zhifei and Pei Xiao, but even Yan Sanhe did not dare to act rashly.

The whole inner demon is actually stuck in one place: is it Xia Cairen or Shen Duruo who placed the witchcraft doll.

Based on the clues Li Yili had in hand, there was no doubt that it was Xia Cairen.

but--

Still no evidence.

It's all speculation.

For several days, Yan Sanhe sat in his study, sorting out his inner demons over and over again, writing down the names of all the relevant people on paper.

If the causes and consequences are clear, put a check mark;

If you can't figure it out clearly, put a question mark.

After a few days, she found that the names with the most question marks were Shen Duruo and Dong Chengfeng.

Dong Chengfeng couldn't guess the origin of this person at all;

And Shen Duruo...

Yan Sanhe always remembers what she said: It is a serious sin to be a wandering doctor, just to atone for your sins.

If she was not used by King Zhao, then where did the sin come from?And why atone?

Just when Yan Sanhe couldn't eat or sleep because of his inner demons, a big event happened in Sijiu City——

The king of Han fell out of favor.

No one knows why the King of Han suddenly fell out of favor. His Majesty returned to the palace on New Year's Eve and appointed him to support him.

But the king of Han really fell out of favor.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, ancestors were worshiped in the palace, but the King of Han was stopped outside the palace gate;
On the fifth day of the lunar month, there was a family banquet in the palace, and the King of Han was stopped outside the palace again;
On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the day when the imperial court opened the market, the emperor's first decree was to confer several military generals to join the Long Jia in the expedition.

Bu Liu was sealed as the general of the town army.

The second decree issued by the emperor was to order the King of Han to return to his fiefdom immediately after attending the wedding banquet of the emperor's grandson, and not to return to the capital unless summoned.

As soon as this edict came out, some of the officials heaved a long sigh of relief, some clenched their hearts tightly, and some, like Du Jianxue, the Minister of Rites, almost fainted on the spot.

The two edicts looked ordinary, but in fact every word contained murderous intent.

You have no joke.Previously, the King of Han was clearly ordered to go on an expedition, but now he "cannot return to the capital without being summoned." The emperor's actions were a clear and clear edict to the world——

My successor is the prince!

……

The sound of firecrackers outside the palace wall made the Han Palace even more lifeless.

The palace people all shrank their heads and stood on tiptoe, fearing that if there was any more noise, they would be killed.

In more than a month, this mansion will become completely deserted as the owner leaves.

What about these palace people?
Is it like this mansion, getting dilapidated and old day by day in the cold?

Or should we try our best to go south with our master?
If we go south, will we ever come back?

"Father, can we come back?"

In just a few days, this noble young man, who had never experienced any hardship since he was a child, fell from high places to low places, and experienced all the warmth and coldness of human kindness.

Nobility and support.

The eldest son Zhao Yixian, who was once fearless of the sky and the earth, now speaks in a pitifully soft voice, sounding without any confidence.

Zhao Yanjin glanced at his son and said coldly: "This is my king's home in the capital, why can't I come back?"

Zhao Yixian said in a buzzing voice: "They said... that my son is afraid that he will never be able to return to these four-nine cities in this lifetime."

"Fuck your fucking fart!"

Zhao Yanjin slapped the table and said angrily: "Which little bastard said that? Let's see if I don't whip him to death!"

Zhao Yixian lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

Dong Xiao stepped forward and said calmly:

"Your Majesty, you don't need to pay attention to the rumors outside. You just need to keep all the cold looks and sneers you have received in your heart, and you will take revenge in the future!"

Future?

Zhao Yixian was stunned.

What does this mean?
"Go back and rest first."

Zhao Yanjin glanced at his son and said, "If you have nothing to do, think carefully about what Master said."

"Yes, Father!"

The people left and the study fell into silence.

Dong Xiao made two cups of tea with his own hands and placed them in the hands of the King of Han. Then he lifted up his robe, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Boren has a few words that I won't be happy to say."

Zhao Yanjin looked at him and said, "Say."

Dong Xiao took a deep breath and said, "In the first sentence, the prince's many years of planning have been in vain."

"..."

Dong Xiao: "The second sentence, is the prince willing?"

"..."

Dong Xiao: "The third sentence, what should I do if I don't want to give in?"

"..."

Zhao Yanjin's face was terrifyingly gloomy.

Three sentences, each one was like a steel needle piercing his heart.

That dragon chair is the pinnacle of power.

With the power of life and death in the world in his hands, and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers belonging to one person, no prince or grandson can resist the temptation of that dragon chair.

For more than ten years, he has been working hard on this one thing.

How can you be willing?
However, the legitimate path to the top has been completely blocked. Is it possible that he has to resort to desperate measures?
"Your Majesty has also seen how powerful the Emperor's grandson is. With just a few words on New Year's Eve, His Majesty abandoned you."

Dong Xiao frowned tightly.

"Your Majesty, a hundred years from now, the prince may still be able to forgive the prince because of his deep brotherhood. The emperor's grandson is a ruthless person. Is there anything he can't do?"

Zhao Yanjin's eyes turned cold.

These words spoke to his heart.

On New Year's Eve, he left the emperor's chamber, followed by the emperor's grandson.
"Even if the prince doesn't think about himself, he still has to think about the prince and the others."

Dong Xiao sighed softly.

"How can we allow others to snore on the bed? Some grievances can be resolved, but some grievances will never end. Where is their way out? Or... will the Emperor's grandson give them a way out?"

(End of this chapter)