The Path Toward Heaven

The tiny pine nuts are chewed and there is not much weight, but the fragrance is very strong, and you can send a glass of wine.

Liang Xingcheng picked up the wine glass, drank it with gusto and sound, then cast a sideways glance at Shi Fengchen and said, You can use all the disciples of Shuiyue Temple?

Seeing the half-smile expression on the old man's face, Shi Fengchen laughed and said, Where do I have this ability, it's the people over there who use it.

Liang Xingcheng frowned in disgust, he didn't want to hear that name, even though Shi Fengchen used that name to refer to it.

Shi Fengchen didn't seem to notice the other party's taboo, and continued to say with a smile: As long as the customer has an idea, the people there will be able to realize it.

Liang Xingcheng put down his wine glass, looked at him and said, Then what do you think?

Shi Fengchen said seriously: I just want to share the worries for Your Highness.

The tavern was very noisy, and the drunk people were arguing endlessly, talking about that move and this move, drowning out his voice.

Liang Xingcheng naturally wouldn't believe his statement, and Shi Fengchen himself wouldn't believe it, but they both knew each other that there were some things they had to say as courtiers.

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

Shi Fengchen smiled, and said: Once Zhao Layue dies, if she is planted on the imperial concubine, even if she is favored again, she will die.

Liang Xingcheng swirled the wine glass and put it down again, and said, Are you really sure? The imperial concubine is not an ordinary person.

To be disrespectful, so what if she is the Empress? Your Majesty will always give Qingshan Jianzong an explanation.

Shi Fengchen felt that this counselor was as stupid as the prince, his voice was lowered, but his tone was more serious.

Your Majesty went out of the palace to Mount Li today. Master Niu and Master Jin were not around, but he brought the imperial concubine with him.

Liang Xingcheng was shocked when he heard the words, Lishan was outside Chaoge City, and His Majesty didn't bring a single offering, so what was he going to do? Why did he take the concubine with him?

The quarrel in the tavern continued, but the sour mulled wine had lost its taste. A stern look flashed across his skinny face, and he said, Then do it well.

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Taifu Liang was somewhat similar to his distant cousin Liang Xingcheng in appearance, but taller and thinner, he didn't look like an official, but more like an accomplished immortal master.

He looked at the young man by the fence waiting patiently. Although he was the other party's teacher, he never counted in this way.

I always feel like it's too risky.

The young man threw the fish food in his hand into the pool under the bar, which caused countless swimming fish and messed up the spring water.

Of course Taifu Liang knew that this plan was not safe, and said in a hoarse voice: But the news has been confirmed, Duanliwan...has indeed been stopped for several days.

The young man turned around, and it was the young man in brocade that Ting Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue had seen in the old plum garden earlier.

It's just that compared to that day, the indifference in his eyes became colder.

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

Many ministers, common people, and practice sects all believed that he would be the future emperor, and privately and even publicly referred to him as the prince.

Jing Xin himself thought so too. It wasn't until he learned the news these days that he realized that his position as the crown prince was not secure.

Because Father... seems to be planning to have another one.

He looked at Liang Taifu and said coldly: Even if Concubine Hu Gui is dead, the father can still have a son.

Liang Taifu said: But maybe your Majesty wants to have a son because of Concubine Hu.

Jing Xin was silent. In fact, he knew that his question was meaningless, no matter which concubine's son was born to him, it was a threat to him.

Because this represents the attitude of the father.

The meaning of Taifu is also very clear, before the throne, any risk is worth it.

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

It's very simple, because this matter has nothing to do with His Highness.

Do you believe that guy named Shi Fengchen?

Yes, because I know where his hatred comes from.

Grand Tutor Liang said with emotion: Hatred is the most terrifying force, it can help him keep all his secrets, even when facing the Qingshan Sect.

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There are many taverns in Chaoge City.

Shi Fengchen left the tavern, walked around the cobweb-like streets for half an hour, and walked into another tavern.

The drunks in the tavern were still discussing Meihui, or to be precise, they were still discussing the game of chess.

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

How about what you said last time?

He looked at the fat 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, the most important thing to do when seeing Bulao Lin's steward is to take him down, not to talk.

The shopkeeper looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak.

Shi Fengchen's patience is not very good recently, he said in a deep voice: If I can find you once, I will make it impossible for you to leave Chaoge City again.

We are doing business and we need to contact people. It is not surprising that Qing Tiansi can find me, just like everyone knows the origin of the medical center by the Baima Lake,

The fat shopkeeper still smiled and said: And we have proved our sincerity and ability. The problem is that you haven't said what you are willing to pay.

From ancient times to the present, entertaining guests and killing people has always cost money, and this is what Bu Laolin does, of course there is no exception.

Shi Fengchen looked slightly relaxed, and said: I didn't expect that the disciples of Shuiyue Temple could be used by you, but why do you believe that Zhao Layue will agree to go alone?

The fat shopkeeper shook his head and said, It's not convenient to talk about it. Let's talk about this business. What can you give?

Shi Fengchen said: When I trade with you, it is equivalent to handing me over to you. 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 was wider, but his tone was full of sarcasm: Why should a marginalized official of the Qingtian Division be compared with the Lord of Nine Peaks? Unless you are a prince with real power, or the deputy commander of the Zhenbei Army.

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

The fat shopkeeper didn't show any surprise, it seemed that he had already guessed it.

Interesting, interesting, but you sold your master just like that, aren't you afraid that he will kill you if he finds out?

The crown prince trusts me, and I also believe that I can keep my mouth shut, even in the face of death and God Search, but if possible, I still don't want to face Qingshan's anger.

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

The fat shopkeeper suddenly felt that the court official was a bit interesting, and said with a smile: Of course, Bulaolin's reputation is very valuable, and you are not worth selling.

If Bu Laolin would not betray Shi Fengchen, then Shi Fengchen naturally would not have the chance to betray the prince, so why did the prince kill him?

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

The fat shopkeeper made it very clear that Shi Fengchen was not worth selling, but the prince did.

After this incident, Bulaolin must be able to get enough benefits from the prince, which is why they are willing to participate.

The only bargaining chip in this deal is the prince.

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After leaving the tavern and returning to his home in Nancheng, Shi Fengchen stood in the deserted and somewhat shabby yard, silent for a long time.

He is a very honest official, serious and upright in his work, and those small sects that should have flattered him didn't bother to talk to him after a few setbacks.

Naturally, there would be no maids and servants in such a family, let alone a singer.

No family either.

He has long been used to this desertedness, no matter in Nanhe State or Chaoge City.

But for some reason, thinking that Zhao Layue would die in three days, he suddenly felt a little sad.

all dead.

It's okay to die.

no trouble.