[Red Mansion] Master Jia Dadi

The sound of laughter and toasting came from the imperial garden, and there was endless joy in that laughter.

At the gate of the palace, blood flowed all over the floor. Wang Ziteng waved his hand at the guard standing behind him. The guard nodded and led several people forward to open the palace gate.

There was a "squeak", the heavy voice was very clear near the silent palace gate.

The gate of the palace was gradually opened.

Appearing in everyone's field of vision were nearly a thousand elite soldiers holding weapons.

Wang Ziteng slightly nodded at the leading butler of Prince Gong's Mansion, and the butler and his party drove straight in without a hitch.

Some people were left near the palace gate to block the palace people who might flee later, and to prevent outsiders from coming in. Others were led by Wang Ziteng and headed towards the imperial garden.

They walked all the way and killed all the way.

Blood snaked along the palace road.

"My minister wishes your Majesty the dragon body to be healthy and live longer than Nanshan." Holding a glass of wine in his hand, Chen Hengzhi stood respectfully in the banquet, and said to the saint sitting on the dragon chair.

The saint smiled and raised his glass, "Okay, okay."

He boldly drank the wine in the glass, with the same spirit as before.

Chen Hengzhi felt a little sour in his heart, but the sage was old. This was an indisputable fact. He raised his head and looked at the wise king of the past, "I have something I want to tell Your Majesty tonight."

"Oh, what's the matter? When did Chen Qing become such a hesitant person? Just speak up!" The saint said with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

All the voices at the imperial banquet fell silent.

Tu Feng squeezed the wine glass tightly, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, his breathing was short of breath, and he couldn't help but stare at the Holy One.

Tu Jin lowered his eyes, under his eyelids was a sly and vicious smile.

"Your Majesty has reached the age of seventy. For the sake of our country, it is time to appoint a prince to appease the people." Chen Hengzhi said sincerely.

As soon as his words fell, the officials of the Tufeng faction at the banquet also stood up one after another, "Your Prime Minister is right, please think twice, Your Majesty!"

Some of the officials of the fugitive faction showed sarcasm, while others looked bewildered.

The corners of Concubine Rong's mouth curled up, and her slender nails coated with the juice of phoenix flowers were lightly resting on the back of her hands. Her posture was upright, as if she was sure that she would win the final duel between her and Concubine Zhen, the two fateful enemies. .

The sage's face was unpredictable, his eyes lit up, and his tone was cold: "Is this what you all mean?"

Hearing the anger of the saint, everyone couldn't help shaking.Although the saint is old, he has accumulated power for a long time, how can he be underestimated? !

Chen Hengzhi was neither humble nor overbearing, straightened his back and said: "Your Majesty, this is the meaning of the minister, and it is also the meaning of others."

"Okay, okay!" The saint laughed back angrily.

Tu Jin stood in the queue, and said to Chen Hengzhi in a cold voice: "What is the meaning of Chen Xiang's words? Father is in his prime, so why bother to make a crown prince?"

Just in the middle of his life, Tu Feng almost laughed out loud, he deserves to be born of a daughter of the Zhen family, so glib!

"Father, I feel that what the third brother said is wrong. If it is really for the sake of my country, the crown prince should be established sooner rather than later." Tu Feng said while standing in the banquet with his head bowed.

"Oh, in your opinion, who should be appointed as the crown prince?" Tu Jin looked at Tu Feng with a sneer on his face, as if he was looking at a clown.

What exactly is going on?

Those officials who don't know what will happen tonight are almost sweating on their faces. It's fine, why did they mention this terrible topic.

Moreover, the atmosphere of these two princes was so tit-for-tat that it was frightening.

Tu Feng glanced at Tu Jin coldly, and said unceremoniously: "Although my son is not talented, I hope to devote myself to the society for me. I will die and die. I dare not cherish myself. The third brother used the Jiangnan salt tax a while ago. , too selfish, should not be the heir apparent of a country."

"Sixth brother is really not welcome." Tu Jin narrowed his eyes and sneered.

"Don't dare, I'm just speaking frankly." Tu Feng's ears moved, and he heard the sound of footsteps getting closer.

"Enough!" The saint slapped the table angrily, "Everyone is staring at my position, I'm not dead yet!"

These rebels are really hateful!

"Father, the sixth younger brother had an affair with Chen Ji, the border general, and made weapons privately. His heart is sinister, and the sun and the moon will show it!" face.

As soon as Tu Jin's words fell, a thunderbolt exploded in mid-air, dark clouds rolled in, and under the dark clouds, the expressions of the people changed so much that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

In deathly silence.

But Tu Feng was exceptionally calm, he could hear footsteps getting closer and closer, and he could also hear the sound of excited blood flowing in his veins.

"Lao Six." The saint's voice seemed to be coming from a distance, and his voice was poisonous, "How do you explain this?"

Everyone gasped, did His Majesty mean that what Prince Yu said was true? !

Besides rebellion, what else could be the reason for privately manufacturing weapons?

The rain had not yet fallen, but everyone couldn't help shivering.

Tu Feng sneered, "Father, you are already old, and it's time to take care of your old age."

This sentence is tantamount to forcing the palace!

The expression on the saint's face was almost distorted, "You want to force me to abdicate?"

"I don't dare, I just don't want to die." The smile on Tu Feng's face faded. After all these years, the old man is occupying the throne, and he is trying to balance between him and the third child. Do not understand?He didn't want to be like his dead brother who was given a glass of poisoned wine to die for some inexplicable reason.

"Bastard!" His face turned purple with anger, and he said in a trembling voice, "You still have a reason!"

"Father calm down, take care of your body. If you get angry, it will be my son's fault. Father don't worry, my son will let you, the Supreme Emperor, live in peace and stability." Tu Feng has already seen When Wang Ziteng and others arrived, he smiled brighter and put his hands behind his back, as if he had the winning ticket in his hands.

"You, you..." The saint's pupils dilated, looking at the elite soldiers who surrounded the imperial garden, his face was completely drained of blood.

Wang Ziteng bowed towards Tufeng, "My lord, it's a good thing that my humble servant did not disgrace her life."

Tu Feng nodded, and his eyes fell on Tu Jin with a livid face, "Third brother, you and I have been fighting for a lifetime, now it's time to decide the winner."

Tu Jin stepped back a few steps, "You want to kill me!"

"Third Brother is right, if it were Third Brother, he would definitely kill me." Tu Feng glanced at the soldiers beside him.

A few elite soldiers understood, with a clang, the blade was unsheathed, and a cold light shone out.

Tu Jin looked at the people surrounding him, instead of being panicked, a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, everything happened as he expected.

Now at this time, his action is to save him, and killing the sixth child can be regarded as eliminating harm for the country!

The right time, place and people are all on his side, and he is sure to win today.

"Sixth, you're doing well." Tu Jin suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, "You killed your brother and forced the palace, where did you put your father?"

Tu Feng snorted, his eyes were bloodshot, "Sir, don't pretend, if you really don't want to sit there, why bother to let the Zhen family make money in the south of the Yangtze River? Why bother to say these high-sounding words now?"

Tu Jin: "I was indeed a money fan and did something wrong at the beginning, but I know the truth of Jun Jun and my father, and I'm not as wolf-hearted as you!"

Tu Feng looked at Tu Jin with contempt, and at this juncture, the third child was still putting on a show.

"Stop talking nonsense, winner and loser, I will send you down today first." Tu Fengyang made his move.

Seeing this, several elite soldiers raised their swords.

There are already timid people who can't bear to see the scene of brothers killing each other and close their eyes.

But after the piercing sound, there was no sound of screaming in pain.

"You, you..." Tu Feng opened his eyes wide, looking in disbelief at Tu Jin who was surrounded by soldiers who appeared from nowhere to protect him.

Tu Jin sighed, "Sixth brother, I really didn't expect that after so many years of brotherhood, you would really kill me. Fortunately, Wang Jiedushi has already told me about this, otherwise I'm afraid I will suffer even more tonight." It's your plan."

"Wang Ziteng!" Prince Gong Tufeng staggered, he looked at Wang Ziteng holding a long sword in astonishment, his eyes were full of disbelief, "You betrayed me!"

"Don't dare." Wang Ziteng replied calmly: "My minister is thinking about the country and society. Your lord, you have evil intentions. You are not the wise king of the country. The ministers are just following the trend."

The situation has changed too quickly.

Everyone looked at Wang Ziteng almost blankly.

Only a few people who knew the inside story were extremely calm at this time. People like Wang Ziteng who chased fame and fortune had already been bought by Prince Yu and became a nail buried beside Prince Gong.

"Okay, what a good one to follow the trend!" Tu Feng laughed back angrily, he grabbed the sword from the hand of the big housekeeper beside him, and swung it towards the prince.

With a sound of "Boom--", the rain that came slowly poured down.

At the imperial banquet, the laughter turned into the sound of fighting, and the fragrance of rouge was covered by the smell of blood.

Some of the officials fled in a panic, fearing that they would be harmed by the fish in the pond, and hid in embarrassment, and some also ended up fighting for the glory and wealth like flowers in the mirror.

Human nature is fully revealed in this small imperial garden.

Some who used to be good friends turned their swords against each other, some in-laws killed each other, and some brothers hated each other like a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh.