Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

"You mean, the princess paid a lot of money to bribe the scholars and asked them to compile a storybook to frame the chief minister of ceremony?"

In the palace, spices said to be able to enchant the gods are burning all year round. The emperor's figure is invisible behind the white gauze curtain, and even his voice is vague and uncertain.

The secret agent knelt at the foot of the white jade steps. He had finished what he needed to say.

Jiu Qiansui stood aside with his sleeves folded, still unable to see any emotion or anger, and said quietly:

"There are rumors that I am already a green-faced and fanged monster, who feeds on human flesh and bathes in the blood of young girls. It doesn't matter if I add this to my list, but... these rumors shouldn't be spread to innocent people."

The emperor's face was gloomy, and you could almost guess what he would say next.

As he expected.

Nine Thousand Years Old sighed deeply.

"Although Madam and I have known each other for a short time, we are like old friends in the past life. Our hearts are connected. If I hadn't promised to do His Majesty's harm, I would have gone to the underworld with Madam and become a ghost couple."

Here he comes again, here he comes again!

The emperor adjusted his breathing silently.

Since the death of the palace maid named Xiaozhi, this man has been showing off his deep relationship with his wife every now and then. Unfortunately, her wife left early...

Hearing similar words too many times, the emperor, who cultivated his moral character, could hardly stand it any longer.

If you want to curse, hold back! Who allowed his daughter to force his new wife to death?

Yes, that's right, until now, the emperor still thinks that Xiaozhi is a stubborn and unlucky girl, and that she was forced to commit suicide in the game between the royal family and Jiuqiangsui.

Of course, he doesn't feel like he owes Xiaozhi.

The palace has raised her for so many years, and they just want her life.

People are like ants, and their lives are like grass.

Damn it, he is a king and has the power of the world, but he was held hostage by an eunuch with an ordinary human life. The emperor felt depressed for a while and became annoyed with his daughter who was looking for trouble.

He remembered a detail and immediately asked: "Didn't you say that someone was talking nonsense outside the wall, grabbing my son and poisoning the palace maid Xiao Zhi? Has the person who spread the rumor been caught?"

Jiu Qiansui slowly handed over his hand and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, I unfortunately escaped and are still being arrested."

The emperor stared at the slender figure outside the gauze curtain, a burst of anger rising.

Unlucky escape?

Why does he feel like he never chased her at all?

The chief minister of the cabinet who happened to be nearby became his mouthpiece: "Did he escape unfortunately, or did he change his clothes on the spot and become a spy for the West Factory? Only our Qiantose Master knows this best."

The three words "Qiantai Master" lingered between his teeth for too long.

They are full of yin and yang and are deliberately provoking a war.

Jiu Qiansui said steadily: "This is embarrassing to me. Master Song has many disciples, so it's time to collect all the surnames. I don't dare to call him "Sir" in front of you, sir."

There are so many disciples, does this mean that they form cliques for personal gain?

How can the chief minister of the cabinet show weakness and organize his language to fight again?

The good place for the king to retreat has become a battlefield between the two of them.

"Enough!" the emperor interrupted them impatiently.

……

I think back then, when he first ascended the throne, he swore to the late emperor's soul to be a good emperor who loved his people like his own son.

He rolled up his sleeves and planned to do something big.

But corrupt officials are like weeds and cannot be killed all.

He racked his brains and calculated every piece of money and food, but when he paid a private visit incognito, he actually heard the people scolding him for being a god for corrupt officials, not the people!

It's hard to describe the despair of that moment.

But the young emperor had not given up yet.

He wanted to build a secret agency that was completely obedient to his orders. He would kill every one of the country's worms, strip them of their skin, and evacuate their homes!

So there was West Factory.

At that time, he never imagined that the power given out would be so difficult to take back!

After swallowing up Dongchang and Jinyiwei, today's Xichang is no longer the obedient spy agency, and the admiral of Xichang cannot be dismissed by him with just one word.

There is also the cabinet, which is a minister for the Zhan family, and they are also forcing him.

These greedy ghosts, villains, worms, and sycophants!

……

Guessing that he was very angry, Jiu Qiansui was in a happy mood and changed the topic:

"The princess is young and ignorant. This plan of using scripts to frame others is probably not the princess's idea alone..."

The chief minister of the cabinet immediately followed: "This matter has not yet been investigated. How can we say it is related to the princess? Where is your evidence?"

Jiu Qiansui said to himself: "The Chrysanthemum Appreciation Banquet was held by Duke Cheng'en. The daughters of each government were invited in the name of the daughter-in-law of Duke Cheng'en. From top to bottom, they are all experts in hosting banquets. This time, there was an unexpected surprise." Such a bizarre thing happened, I can’t understand it...

"Could it be that someone in the Cheng'en Palace is deliberately instigating a discord between the minister, the princess, and even Your Majesty?"

He gave me a choice between two options.

Either the princess is framed;

Either it was maliciously instigated by Duke Chengen.

The chief minister of the cabinet on the side was still holding on to the evidence, trying hard to extract Zhan Shuhua from this matter.

Jiu Qiansui glanced at him with a half-smile.

evidence?

He doesn't lack this kind of thing, but whether the evidence is real or fake depends on his mood.

When he thought that he might forge evidence, the chief assistant suddenly became quiet and secretly compared: Which one is more important, Duke Chengen's Palace or the Princess? Which side do you stand on, with higher benefits?

Empress Yuan died young, and also lost a legitimate son. Only the adopted prince could barely be regarded as a sympathizer with Duke Cheng'en.

The prince was deposed in the blink of an eye.

Princesses are never favored.

Duke Chengen suffered a stroke and is paralyzed in bed. The eldest son is mediocre and reckless, the second son has not returned from his travels, and there is not even a man who can play a leading role in the family.

Damn it, this family has been defeated. As for the princess...

"Did the princess bring it back?" the emperor asked coldly.

A eunuch carrying an order came running outside the palace.

"Replying to your majesty, the princess's sedan has already entered the palace, but... the princess suddenly fell ill suddenly, foaming at the mouth, and was about to die. The servant took the courage and sent the sedan to the nearest hospital. After diagnosis and treatment, she was still unconscious. !”

No one spoke in the hall for a long time.

Until the emperor's suppressed angry laughter sounded.

"Sick? Sick again? She knows how to choose the time. She gets sick when she gets into trouble!"

It's hard to say how much affection he has for this daughter.

There was some worry, but for a while, it was more anger and the frustration of having to follow behind to clean up the mess.

This anger quickly found an outlet.

That was the old father-in-law who used to be arrogant and domineering based on his feelings for the Queen of the Yuan Dynasty, and repeatedly caused trouble for him.

"Mr. Cheng'en has been ill for quite some time."

Jiu Qiansui replied: "It should be three years."

In fact, we have talked about this matter before. The old man is just trying to survive the day, using various good medicines to hang on to his life, waiting for the day when the light comes back, it will be time to hang a white cloth on the house.

The title of Duke Cheng'en is quite special. It is usually assigned to the queen's father. If the old man dies but Jun En is still alive, his son can take the title.

The eldest son and the second son of his family were both born to the main wife. After he became ill, the old lady and the children had been waiting hard for three years for him to die.

The emperor clenched his sleeves tightly into fists, his thoughts still not getting over the bad past.

A command floated from behind the curtain.

"Send two more imperial doctors over and take good care of him. I'm still waiting for him to stand up again!"

Cheng'en Gong's illness was called a stroke at that time, and the symptoms ranged from mild to severe.

His condition is undoubtedly serious. Now he can't move his limbs, his eyes are crooked, his mouth is slanted, he can't speak, and he can only scream incoherently.

For a patient like this, every day he lives is a day of suffering. Talking about a speedy recovery are all auspicious words, and anyone who believes them is a fool.

If you want him to stand up and bounce around again, there is probably only one way:

Let’s restart the game.

Therefore, according to the emperor's words, in terms of the degree of yin and yang eccentricity, he is at a higher level than the first assistant of the Song Dynasty.

Nine Thousand Years Old showed a comfortable smile.

He gave one of the two options. If the emperor resolutely protects the palace, the problem will be on the princess. Even if the punishment is just the simplest grounding, the relevant public opinion will fly everywhere, which will affect the reputation of the royal family.

If the emperor admits that this was the deliberate guidance of the Chengen Palace and the princess was involved due to ignorance, then the Chengen Palace must admit defeat.

"The Dog Emperor has indeed given up on Duke Cheng'en's mansion. The young master has a clever plan and his subordinates admire him."

This is the carriage that Nine Thousand Years Old is accustomed to. The shopkeeper of the Yishido contact point was already waiting in the carriage and complimented him excitedly.

"Uncle Kui, with the relationship between you and me, there is no need to tell such lies." Jiu Qiansui waved his hand, sat back on the cushions, relaxed his body, and his smile became more intense.

"Mr. Cheng'en, Mr. Cheng'en, hehe... Old man Zhao has always been greedy for life and afraid of death. He sent him two imperial doctors without any reason. He might even praise the emperor for his great kindness! We can't let him feel that he is cared about by others. ."

When the shopkeeper heard this, his eyes were as bright as water, and he said with hatred: "That idiot! If he hadn't turned against him before the battle, how could the uncle and the second uncle have..."

Jiu Qiansui put his index finger on his lips: "Shh."

The shopkeeper realized that he had made a mistake and slapped his mouth.

"Uncle Kui, Duke Cheng'en has lost the prince, princess and eldest son one after another. Next, he will definitely place his hope on the second son. You must keep an eye on him."

The carriage was traveling on a deserted path.

He spoke neither hastily nor slowly, and gave extremely detailed instructions.

"Both Cheng'en Gong and the eldest son are stupid people. His old wife worked hard to raise her younger son to be useful. Queen Zhaohui rarely asked for anything when she was alive. She only asked for a future for her younger brother. She never asked for anything. Not long after, Zhao Erlang went out for a wander... he must have been doing something confidential."

The shopkeeper frowned: "Everything in the court, big and small, is under the control of the Young Master. What other secrets does the Dog Emperor have that even you can't know about?"

Nine Thousand Years Old gently uttered four words: "A person from another world."

The shopkeeper was silent, obviously knowing the truth, his weather-beaten face was covered with regret, and he choked with sobs: "If the people from the other world were still there, today's Daqian would be so prosperous, and there wouldn't be so many border incidents..."

Nine Thousand Years Old's eyes dimmed, and he put his left palm on the shopkeeper's shoulder and said, "The deceased is dead. The first thing now is to dig down along the line of Cheng'en Palace to find out the whereabouts of Erlang of the Zhao family."

"In the past few years, there have always been people who have taken away the time-travelers one step ahead of us. If we rescue them one day earlier, we will be able to develop new weapons earlier, and then more soldiers will survive the battlefield."

He patted the shopkeeper: "So, don't waste time."

The shopkeeper took orders and left.

The carriage went straight to Duke Chengen's Mansion.

When enemies meet, the scene is much calmer than expected.

Chengen Gong is completely old, his white and yellow hair is like outdated silk, his loose neck is so thin that only a pipe is left to support it, and he is even wearing a cotton bib. This can't stop him. Drooling.

"Ouch!" The old man squinted at the uninvited guest at the door.

Jiu Qiansui walked to his bed alone, with fresh clothes lighting up the gloomy room.

"Mr. Zhao, long time no see, how are you? Oh, I heard that not only are your limbs paralyzed, but your memory is also not very good. You probably can't recognize me... My name is Chang Qi."

Of course, this is a pseudonym.

Duke Chengen's doubts continued until the other party reported his official position, but he still didn't understand why this person came to him.

"I'm here to give you a good news. Your Majesty heard that the old man's illness has not been cured for a long time. He was so anxious that he specially sent two imperial doctors. They will arrive shortly."

The corners of Chengen Gong's eyes and mouth twitched together, with emotions of gratitude and self-deprecation in his eyes.

Before he could finish thanking him, Jiu Qiansui smiled and said:

"There is another happy event. The eldest son in the palace has been diligent and accomplished in his duties. His Majesty was very moved and ordered him to go to Ganzhou to eliminate the banditry. He will set off today."

Duke Chengen's joy froze.

Where is Ganzhou?

Daqian at this time corresponds to the saying that "poor mountains and bad waters bring out unruly people."

Ordinary unscrupulous people are not terrible. What is terrible is that the people who farm the land cannot have enough to eat, so they simply flee into the mountains carrying their iron weapons and become evil bandits.

Let his eldest son, who can't beat a fart with three sticks, go to suppress bandits?

Send the sheep into the tiger's mouth!

"Uh...ho...ho..."

"Hey, don't be impatient. Why are you getting excited before you finish speaking?"

Jiu Qiansui then laid out the information and confessions collected in the past few days by the bedside and told him affectionately.

Duke Chengen gradually understood.

It's not a double happiness, it's a disaster for the whole family!

His old wife, who has been shrewd all her life, and his eldest son, whom he considers to be honest and trustworthy, what on earth are they thinking? How dare they provoke the living King of Hell in front of them for the sake of the princess!

The old man was wheezing and wheezing, saliva was stuck in his trachea, and his face was red from coughing. His torso under the quilt was twitching and kicking, and a smell of excrement came out.

Nine Thousand Years Old covered his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes.

Look, keep looking.

The sky has eyes, and if you do bad things, you must pay them back.

"You have a good son-in-law who is as shameless as you."

"Twenty years ago, during the Battle of Songfeng Valley, you became a traitor for him. Xue buried the bones of a hundred thousand soldiers in exchange for your title. At that time... did you ever think about what would happen today?"

Duke Cheng'en looked horrified: How could he know that?

The man wrapped his hands in a handkerchief, opened his chin, stuffed a pill into his mouth, and forced him to swallow it.

Nine Thousand Years Old watched his useless struggle with cold eyes.

A cripple who can't even eat can't even think of vomiting out this medicine.

"What are you afraid of? This is a good medicine that I specially prepared for you."

Duke Cheng'en's pupils trembled: No!

"Your Majesty wants you to linger, and life is worse than death. By coincidence, I think so too. The days to come are still very long, so just...enjoy it."