Chapter 125 The Last Confrontation!

Although Xiao Leng is arrogant, this is the confidence he has spent years arranging. No one will not be excited when he wins. However, based on Qiu Yeyin's cold sarcasm, Xiao Leng still made the last arrangement before leaving the courtyard. He left Zhan Xiao and two people to guard Qiu Yeyin, and then the rest of the people poured out...

This day was the seventh year of Dazhao. In mid-November, a horse galloped into Luoyang Mansion, holding a postman's letter to enter the city...

The sky is only past noon, and the sun is in the west. The man of the prince of the Ming Dynasty had just been sent out, and Xi Guicai had just walked out of the palace of the Ming Dynasty. Song Yi took off his clothes and let Qingyan change the last medicine...

Xi Guiren's soft sedan chair has just been lifted, and the other soft sedan chair happened to arrive in front of the Ming Wangfu. Then the people in the sedan chair were more than the sedan chair. They raised the curtain of the sedan chair and shouted, "Goodbye!"

Xi nobleman was shocked and raised the curtain of the sedan chair to look at it. It was Xiao Leng. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes, and then put down the curtain of the sedan chair and said coldly back home.

The two proud sons crossed by. After the proud son walked unwillingly, Xi became more and more anxious in his heart. He repeatedly urged the sedan chair man to return to his house quickly. Regardless of the sweat on his forehead, the sedan chair man actually took his steps and jog under this urging, while the nobleman in the sedan chair did not care about the slight bump at all. He just wanted to see him as soon as possible. Go to Song Yi to discuss countermeasures.

The king of the Ming Dynasty said goodbye to the nobleman Xi. Naturally, he would not expect that Xiao Leng would visit at this time, and he didn't even have the opportunity to retreat. He had to meet Xiao Leng with a gloomy psychology. The two met in the side hall of the royal palace. After having good tea, the maids and subordinates were all screened, and even a strange guard brought by Xiao Leng could only Waiting outside the side hall.

"The prince is in good health, and he seems to look good." Xiao picked up the teacup with a sneer, and then took a sip, with a bit of tea tasting.

"Let's be honest." Zhao Rui frowned slightly, and his attitude may not be so enthusiastic.

"I want the prince to be in charge of the military power of Luoyang Mansion!" Xiao Leng said solemnly, and his words were sonorous. When Zhao Rui, the king of the Ming Dynasty, heard this, his hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. Some light blue tea overflowed the teacup, and the hot feeling did not make Zhao Rui feel burning.

Zhao Rui stared at Xiao Leng with burning eyes, suppressed the trembling in his heart and said, "You... What a bold! You are a great crime of conspiracy. It is impossible for me to promise you. You'd better report that I have an affair with Xi Guiren. If the surname is Xu Benwang begging for mercy, the emperor may not be easy to trust you as a Liao man!"

Xiao Leng said with an old face, "Your Majesty's words are wrong! The emperor may believe in King Kang and other princes, but he will never forgive the King of Ming... Otherwise, how could the prince not even have a trace of hope of being crown prince, and he would be sent to Luoyang Mansion at the age of the crown? Among the princes of my dynasty, there are several of them who have not left the capital since they are over the crown year old..."

"So what? I can only be shallow, and it is natural for Taizu Xiong to look down on me. But even so, compared with you, I still trust the emperor more!" Zhao Rui said proudly, and in an instant, he showed some royal momentum.

Xiao smiled coldly, as if he admired the backbone of King Ming, and then continued, "There seems to be one thing that the prince has been wrong since the beginning. Xiao will not appear in person, nor will he take charge of Luoyang's military power... Naturally, there will be other officials in Luoyang Mansion to report the prince; if the prince refuses to get this wealth and power, then Xiao can still find a way to let others take charge of this military power, such as... Luoyang Zhizhou? Or someone else... The king has to think it over. There is only one chance..."

Zhao Rui's face became uncertain in an instant. He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't make a noise. He was so angry that his hand holding the teacup shivered violently, and the tea spilled...

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In the nobleman's house, Guiren told Song Yi about Xiao's cold entry into the Ming Palace with a panic. After a moment of concentration, Song Yi's eyes were slightly awe-sed, and then he said solemnly to Xi Guiren, "Yours, you must now mobilize all the strength in your hand to make the last effort, by the way... Be prepared for that matter. It is naturally best to find Guan Ju and Huang Zishen. If you can't find it, you can also send people to keep an eye on the movement of the powerful people in Luoyang Mansion, and you must strengthen your defense. I'm going to the Ming Palace..."

"Ah! You go to the Ming Palace... How can this work? Should I tell Qingyan?" Xi Guiren suddenly asked in surprise.

Song Yi frowned slightly and then said, "Don't tell her first. Just help me protect her safety. I'm going now. I always need to know what Xiao Leng wants so that we can make the final plan!"

"Be careful. It's really wrong. It's still life-threatening... The worst thing is to escape from Luoyang, and you don't have to die for this. After all, your ability is limited!" Xi Guiren said with concern between her eyebrows, and even she did not realize that she had such concern for a civilian boy.

Song Yi hummed, and then got a horse from the noble man's mansion. After wearing a knife, he galloped towards the Ming Palace. It was not far from the noble mansion. Song Yi actually found that a faster horse ran past him and went to the Ming Palace in that direction.

Song Yi was shocked, and his heart was suddenly anxious, and he galloped faster...

In a short cup of tea, it is tantamount to suffering the greatest torture in his life for the Prince of Ming.

Zhao Rui, the king of the Ming Dynasty, is indeed not a pleasing son, and because Zhao Rui has never enjoyed the feeling of family affection after his mother's death, he longs for maternal care, so that this psychology becomes a little distorted and falls in love with the unattainable. Xi Guiren. But even so, Zhao Rui is not a mediocre person. On the contrary, his brain has always known his weight and situation very clearly. He is good at writing and poetry, but he has style; he is a mature woman, but he never robs his good family; he is good at wine, but he never drinks alcohol; he naturally likes power... But he absolutely dares not expect things that are out of reach, but at present, he seems to be forced into a desperate situation.

"Your Majesty, those who achieve great things are informal. It's time for you to make a decision!" Xiao Leng reminded with a solemn face and made an ultimatum.

Zhao Rui's eyes were ached, and tens of millions of thoughts confused his brain. His eyes were finally full of a look of loss. After gritting his teeth, Zhao Rui was about to open his mouth, but suddenly there was a notice from the housekeeper from afar outside the door, saying that there was an order from the imperial court.

Zhao Rui and Xiao Leng's expressions were slightly shocked at the same time, and then Zhao Rui shouted ecstatically to let people in. Unexpectedly, he felt that it was excellent to delay for a few minutes with this matter.

A soldier in a public uniform stepped into the hall in sweat. After saluteing, Zhao Rui asked with a slightly doubtful face, "But what's the news from the capital to me?"

The little soldier shook his head in surprise, and then took out a letter of fire-painted sealing from the cloth bag hanging on his body and handed it to Zhao Rui and said, "Your Majesty, this is a secret letter from ahead. The small one is only responsible for sending it to the state and royal palaces, and does not dare to comment!"

"Retire and go to the account room to get the reward." Zhao Rui frowned slightly, and then was ready to go to the screen and open the envelope, but at this time, a high notice came from the housekeeper. Mr. Song visited...

Zhao Rui and Xiao Leng's eyebrows suddenly tightened. They actually looked at each other with different looks. Then Zhao Rui shouted for Song Yi to come in, and walked to the screen to open the envelope...

Song Yi walked into the side hall and saw Xiao's cold eyes at a glance. Song Yi smiled carelessly, and then went straight to a chair and sat down. Just as he was wondering where the Ming King had gone, Zhao Rui came out behind the screen with a smile on his face that even Song Yi felt strange...

Song Yi felt that it seemed that the expression of Zhao Rui, the king of the Ming Dynasty, was like... It's weird to buy a lottery and win a prize!