The Path Toward Heaven

The small pine nuts are chewed and there are not many servings, but the aroma is sufficient and you can send a glass of wine.

Liang Xingcheng lifted the glass and sipped it with a taste and a voice. He shook Shi Fengchen and said, "Can you use Shui Yue'an's disciples?"

Looking at the smile on the old man's face, Shi Fengchen laughed and said, "Where do I have this skill, is it used by people over there."

Liang Xingcheng frowned in disgust and didn't want to hear that name, even if Shi Fengchen was referring to it there.

As if Shi Fengchen didn't notice the other party's taboo, he continued with a smile and said, "As long as the guests have ideas, the people over there will be able to achieve them."

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

Shi Fengchen said, "I just want to share my grief for your highness."

The tavern was very noisy, and the drunken people were arguing endlessly, talking about the move and how the move made him drown out his voice.

Liang Xingcheng would naturally not believe him, and Shi Fengchen himself would not believe it, but they knew each other that as a courtier, there are some things that must be said.

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

Shi Fengchen smiled and said, "When Zhao Layue died, he planted it on the concubine. Even if she was loved again, it would be a dead end."

Liang Xingcheng lifted the wine glass and put it down again, saying, "Are you sure? The concubine is not an ordinary person."

"To say something disrespectful, even if she is a queen empress? Your majesty always has to give Qingshan Jianzong an account."

Shi Fengchen felt that the strategist was as stupid as the prince, his voice was lower, but his tone was heavier.

"Your Majesty left the palace today and went to Lishan. Both Master Niu and King Jin were not around, but they brought the concubine."

Liang Xingcheng was shocked, Lishan was outside the Chaoge City, and his majesty didn't even carry a single offering. What on earth did he do?Why did he take the concubine?

The quarrel in the tavern continued, but the sour muddy wine was tasteless, and a light flash on his skinny face said, "Then do it well."

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Taifu Liang is somewhat similar to his distant cousin Liang Xingcheng in appearance, but taller and thinner, and looks not like an official, but more like a fairy cultivator.

He looked at the young man by the fence and waited patiently. Although he was the other party's teacher, Zunbei never calculated that way.

"I always feel too risky."

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

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

The young man turned around and it was the same young man in Jinyi that Tian Jiu Jiu and Zhao Layue saw in the old Meiyuan.

It's just that the indifferent emotion in his eyes became more cold than that day.

He is the only son of His Majesty the King, Prince Jingxin.

Many ministers, people, and sectarians believe that he will be the future emperor, and privately even princely.

Jing Xin thought the same way. It wasn't until he knew the news these days that he discovered that the position of his prince was not stable.

Because the father emperor ... seems to be ready to regenerate one.

He looked at Liang Taifu coldly and said, "Even if Hu Guifei is dead, the father and emperor can still have sons."

Liang Taifu said: "But maybe your majesty wanted to have a son because of Hu Guifei."

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

Because this represents the attitude of the father emperor.

The meaning of Taifu is also very clear. Before the throne, any adventure is worthwhile.

"What about me? How can I have nothing to do with this matter? I want to make sure that both Niu Jin and Qingshan Sect cannot find out."

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

"You believe that guy named Shi Fengchen?"

"Yes, because I know where his hatred comes from."

Liang Taifu said with emotion: "Hate is the most terrifying force that can help him keep all secrets, even when facing the Qingshan Sect."

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There are many taverns in Chaoge City.

Shi Fengchen left the tavern, turned half a hour in the cobweb-like streets and walked into another tavern.

The drunks in the tavern are still discussing the May Fair, to be precise, they are still talking about the game.

Shi Fengchen frowned a little unhappy, walked into the tavern, nodded to the shopkeeper, and followed him into the quiet utility room.

"What did you say last time?"

He looked at the chubby shopkeeper and said, his expression was calm, but his mood was a little weird.

As the deputy inspector of Qingtian Division of the imperial court, when seeing Bu Laolin's manager, the most important thing to do is to take down the other party instead of talking.

The shopkeeper looked at him with a smile, and said nothing.

Shi Fengchen's recent patience is not very good, Shen Sheng said: "I can find you once, so that you can never leave Chaoge City."

"We are in business and we have to contact people. It is not surprising that Qingtiansi can find me, just like everyone knows the origin of the hospital on the bank of Baima Lake,"

The fat shopkeeper still said with a smile: "And we have proved our sincerity and ability, the problem is that you have not said what you are willing to pay."

From ancient times to the present, it has always cost money to entertain and kill people. What Lao Lin does is this business, and of course no exception.

Shi Fengchen looked slightly slack and said, "I didn't expect that Shui Yuean's disciples could be used for you, but why do you believe that Zhao Layue would promise to go alone?"

Fat shopkeeper shook his head and said: "This is not convenient to say. Let's talk back to this business, what can you pay for?"

Shi Fengchen said: "I trade with you, it is equivalent to hand 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 more intense, but the tone was full of ridicule: "How can a marginalized official be compared with the master of Jiufeng? Unless you are a government official who has real power, or is in the Zhenbei army. Deputy Commander. "

Shi Fengchen was not angry and looked at him with a smile, saying, "What if I am doing for the prince?"

The fat shopkeeper did not show an unexpected look, it seems to have already guessed.

"Interesting, interesting, but you just sold the master, aren't you afraid that he will kill you when he knows?"

"The prince trusted me, and I also believed that I could keep my mouth shut, even in the face of death and searching for magic, but if possible, I still didn't want to face the anger of Qingshan."

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 had some meaning, and said with a smile: "Of course, Bu Lao Lin's reputation is very valuable, and you have no value to sell."

If Lao Lin would not betray Shi Fengchen, then Shi Fengchen would naturally not have the opportunity to betray the prince. Why would the prince kill him?

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

The fat shopkeeper made it clear that Shi Fengchen had no value to sell, but the prince did.

After this incident, Bu Lao Lin can certainly get enough benefits from the Prince, which is why they are willing to participate.

The only bargaining chip in this transaction is the prince.

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Leaving the tavern and returning to his home in Nancheng, Shi Fengchen stood in the deserted and shabby courtyard, and remained silent for a long time.

He was a very clean official, and he was serious and upright, and the small denominations who should have pleased him were too lazy to care about him even after a few nails.

Naturally, there will be no maid servants in such a home, and it is impossible to have a singer.

There is no family.

He has long been accustomed to such desertion, whether in Nanhezhou or Chaoge City.

But I don't know why, thinking that Zhao Layue will die in three days, he suddenly felt sad.

Are dead.

It ’s good to die.

no trouble.