Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 45 The dagger appears at the last moment

Shangjing.

October late autumn.

Qinglan Palace.

There is a chilling atmosphere inside the palace walls. Winter has not yet come, but the chill seems to penetrate every corner along the cracks in the walls and tiles.

Song Moping, wearing a maroon official robe, walked alone on the long white jade staircase and climbed up the stairs.

His face was gloomy and cold, and his steps were quick, but he stepped firmly on the ground every time, giving people the illusion of being unmoving.

Wherever they passed, the eunuchs and maids all looked frightened and bowed respectfully to avoid them.

Lean slightly.

When he came to the front of the temple, the eunuch at the door had been waiting for a long time and led him inside.

There was no one in the palace, except for the eldest prince, who was now the Owl Emperor, sitting high at the head of the palace.

The eldest prince who was still somewhat childish in the past is now majestic and majestic.

Song Moping knelt down and bowed in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.

There was no sound coming from the head of the palace.

He didn't raise his head, but caught a glimpse of the Owl Emperor waving his hand from the corner of his eye.

The eunuch immediately ran out of the palace and closed the door. Only two people were left in the palace.

"Mo Ping." The Owl Emperor was condescending, staring at Song Moping with his deep sunken eyes like an eagle's gaze.

"Calculate the time, you have been with me for seven years, right?"

Song Moping lowered his head: "Your Majesty has such great love. I have followed him throughout my life, and I have never remembered it too much."

The Owl Emperor nodded, took out a letter from a pile of memorials, and threw it into the palace.

Song Moping still lowered his head, moved his knees forward, picked up the letter, and read through it.

"This is the secret letter handed in three days ago." The Owl Emperor explained in a cold voice: "In the past two years, all your contacts with the rebel Xiao Minghuang have been recorded. There is something to say."

Song Moping glanced at it for a few times and then threw the letter aside.

The Owl Emperor raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Why don't you check carefully and explain everything when I punish you? Maybe you can really evade a few."

"No need."

"Ok?"

"I will never forget anything I have done. A quick glance is enough. Everything is true. There is nothing to defend."

The Owl Emperor was stunned and laughed angrily: "Okay, today, I will let all the civil and military officials see what happens to the rebels."

"Your Majesty." Song Moping called.

The voice was calm and low, like the surface of a lake in late winter, without any ripples.

He raised his head, which had always been lowered, and looked directly at the Owl Emperor.

"If Wei Chen says that Xiao Minghuang's death has come, will your Majesty be able to believe it?"

The Owl Emperor's pupils shrank and he stopped the urge to call out: "What did you say?"

"Your Majesty's secret agent skills are still lacking. The contact between Wei Chen and Xiao Minghuang began three years ago. In addition, the number of contacts is twice as many as in the letter."

"You go on."

"Your Majesty can order people to capture the humble minister and ransack his home. The records and evidence of every contact are in the dark room of the study, which is enough to kill ten of the minister's heads."

The Owl Emperor stared at him.

Leaning slightly, his gloomy face gradually melted into a smile.

The Owl Emperor stood up and quickly walked to His Highness to lift Song Moping up.

"Don't blame me. As my confidant, you should know how many ministers in the imperial court have had their thoughts on this in the past year."

"It's hard for me to do, too."

Song Moping knelt down and bowed again: "I acted without consideration. I should have reported my thoughts to Your Majesty as early as possible."

"Hurry up and get up! I know that you have been in a dilemma between the government and the government for many years, and you have been criticized frequently because of your background. How can you dare to blurt out so easily? Now that you have said it, the time must have come?"

"Your Majesty knows me."

Song Moping nodded, looked around, and whispered in the Owl Emperor's ear for a long time.

The Owl Emperor's eyes lit up little by little.

Leaning slightly, the sound of laughter came from the hall.

……

……

Since Xiao Minghuang withstood several waves of Owl Emperor's offensive in Jiangnan two years ago, he has successfully taken root.

Then, he spent a year to drive the Owl Emperor out of Jiangnan, and another year to consolidate and develop. What was a little spark in the past has now become a prairie fire.

It's probably because the Owl Emperor is aware of the danger, or maybe the court is panicked and can't afford more time.

The decisive battle came sooner than both sides imagined.

The location is in the east, the original base camp of King Qing.

In the past six months, the two sides have had several full-scale battles in the Eastern Territory, and both sides have won or lost, with the Owl Emperor slightly at a disadvantage.

A few days ago, there may have been a back-and-forth tug-of-war that could not be sustained for a long time. Xiao Minghuang's troops moved dangerously, and while releasing smoke bombs, he led a cavalry of lightly-armed elites to raid the important town in the south.

Unexpectedly, the operation was leaked and all the elite personnel were lost.

At the heavy cost of losing two first-rate masters, Xiao Minghuang managed to escape with his life.

But even so, because the circuit was blocked, he was forced to ride thousands of miles alone.

In the days that followed, the two sides fought a series of offensive and defensive battles around Xiao Minghuang.

The Owl Emperor concentrated on encircling and suppressing the bandit leader, while the Ming Emperor's men attacked in a roundabout way, encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao.

Xiao Minghuang was not dead yet, but the manpower on both sides was already restrained, and they were stretched thin for a while.

……

……

Jiangnan hinterland.

someday.

Outside the main building of Zhaixing Pavilion, an uninvited guest came.

This man was wearing a blood-red cassock, with a tall build, and his explosive muscles filled the cassock, as if it was about to burst.

What does not match his burly figure is that this man has a delicate and handsome head and fair skin on his face.

It's like all the muscles in the body stopped suddenly when they reached the chin.

The visitor is for Blood Bodhi.

There are only three heavenly masters in the world today.

His scarlet eyes were full of smiles, and he walked with one hand standing upright among the passers-by, uncontaminated, as if he was in a deserted place.

He walked all the way to the top of the attic without attracting any attention.

creak.

He reached out and pushed open the door.

The scholar with nine lives was sitting cross-legged in front of the table. He slowly raised his wrist and drew the tea in the pot into a long arc.

The fragrance of tea overflows, as if welcoming guests.

"Since you're here..." The Nine Lives scholar pushed an empty cup to the opposite table, where a futon had already been placed.

"Tongxuan must have also left Shangjing."

The first words he said when he opened the door were like thunder.

Blood Bodhi's feet suddenly stopped in mid-air.

He stared at the Nine Lives scholar, and the smile on his face disappeared little by little.

"Did you expect that I would stand up to Tongxuan and use your plan to lure people out of Beijing? Do you want to exchange your money?"

"It just makes the uncertain things a little clearer. I have been used to it for many years, but I don't know if it will be true or not."

Heavenly realm masters, for ordinary warriors, have gotten rid of the possible threats caused by numerical superiority.

To put it simply, piles of people are ineffective against the Heaven Realm.

It is precisely because of this that today, the Ming Emperor and the Owl Emperor all have heaven as their guarantee, which is the prerequisite for the fight between the dragon and the tiger.

However, after King Qing lost power, a Blood Bodhi appeared in the heaven.

His bias determines the final direction of the situation to a great extent.

At this moment, Blood Bodhi has come to the door, intending to contain the scholar of Nine Lives.

Needless to say, he eventually fell to the Owl Emperor's side.

Patriarch Tongxuan obviously went straight to behead him.

The game here is the true context of the ongoing disputes in the rivers and lakes. Before Blood Bodhi stood aside, Emperor Ming's advantage on the battlefield was just a beautiful phantom.

Blood Bodhi didn't know what he thought of, turned around and wanted to leave.

The door is already closed.

"We've come here, but we have to have a cup of tea. The only variable in this game is that it's time to go down the mountain and join the game."

(End of this chapter)