"Two possibilities." Xuan Wangdao.

"Hmm?" Xue Qingyin stretched out her ears.

"The emperor is sick."

Xue Qingyin nodded: "Well... this is very likely. If he is sick, he will inevitably feel that the power in his hands is being lost little by little, so he is naturally eager to consolidate the imperial power."

"But there was no sound of wind coming from the capital." King Xuan said.

Xue Qingyin knew that he must have kept people in Beijing. He said that there was no news, so there was no news.

"Is there another possibility?" Xue Qingyin asked.

King Xuan looked at her: "Yin Yin is so smart, she should have an answer in her heart..."

Xue Qingyin let out a sigh of disgust: "...He Songning?" "But he is not close to the emperor, right? If the emperor really felt sorry for this son, he would not have let him be an assistant to the King of Wei... Speaking of which, He Songning

I was surprised to be able to save my life after I went back.”

King Xuan did not say it out loud.

He already had a guess in his mind...

The "good news" sent to Beijing has become the key.

It transformed He Songning from the situation where he killed the King of Wei and became a poor person who was in a similar situation to Emperor De of Liang back then.

A person who is indifferent and suspicious only loves himself.

Even if He Songning told the pain of missing his biological father more, Emperor Liang De might not be moved. But if he saw his own shadow from him, he would truly hit Emperor Liang De's heart.

"Don't worry about this." King Xuan comforted her and said, "The incident that Duke Zhao could know should be related to the army... If the army just trapped me, it would be difficult to become a climate."

Xue Qingyin responded softly: "Yes."

This is true.

"What Duke Zhao sent was just a signal of the beginning." King Xuan said.

Xue Qingyin cheered up: "Well, you must be careful about the backup."

King Xuan said two words: "Xu family."

They are far away in Yizhou, and the Xuan Palace is a solid piece, and now they have gained all the advantages of the territory. They really have no shortcomings exposed.

Only the Xu family.

"It is definitely useless to send people to assassinate. You sent someone to guard the Xu family. Unless... put them in prison for a crime..." Xue Qingyin guessed.

King Xuan denied: "He would not act like this."

King Xuan had a deep understanding of Emperor Liang De and said lightly: "He must be beautiful in his behavior, which makes the world praise his reputation for benevolence."

Xue Qingyin had a ridiculous thought: "Is it a fight with the dead Prince Zhang?"

After all, Prince Zhang has always been famous for his virtuousness.

If Emperor De of Liang wants to surpass him, he naturally has to try his best to do better than him on the surface.

In fact, Emperor De of Liang was indeed a very qualified emperor.

Prince Zhang may not be as good as him.

When Xue Qingyin was full of thoughts, King Xuan continued, "Well, he will hold up Prince Xuan's Mansion high, and the Xu family will be treated with great preferential treatment."

Xue Qingyin smacked her lips: "Isn't this a praising me?"

She also suggested to the Meng Clan King this way.

Xue Qingyin then said, "When the time comes, weave some shit basins and buckle it on the Xu family's head? My uncles have been threatened by me. They are very timid and dare not act randomly. So they can only make some on their heads.

It's a story."

The same trick was used to deal with Concubine Wan's mother's family. Because of the holy favor, more and more followers were dependent on the Xu family. The more people, the more mistakes they made. In the end, this big ship was harder than it could

Move forward and completely flip into the water.

"No need to do this." King Xuan paused and said, "I just need to let your uncle's daughters marry into a wealthy family."

Xue Qingyin was stunned: "Not bad... this move is enough."

The Xu family is not like the Xu family.

The old master of the Xu family is very powerful and has disciples everywhere, so the emperor needs to slowly guide him.

Xu Jialun is not treated like this.

Only a few good marriages were given to them, and the interests were divided naturally.

This is the division and transform.

"We want to go back to the capital." King Xuan said in a deep voice.

"When the emperor is preparing, he may not allow you and me to return to Beijing."

"There will be a good time." King Xuan said, rubbed Xue Qingyin's fingertips and asked, "What do Yinyin want to eat tonight?"

Xue Qingyin was stunned.

OK... Now that I'm eating is a big deal!

On the second day, people from the Ministry of Rites rushed back to report their lives, so they did not stay in Yizhou for a long time.

"The official of the Ministry of Rites came to see Your Highness, I wonder if your Highness..." The official of the Ministry of Rites had just begun.

The palace servant said, "Your Highness is in the camp now. I have already told you yesterday. If you want to return to the capital to report your life, just leave."

How dare officials of the Ministry of Rites leave like this?

Then he asked again: "I don't know if the princess has free time? The officials always have to say goodbye."

The palace servant said: "The princess is precious and now there are few outsiders. Some time ago, someone asked to see her and missed the time for the princess to have a meal, which made the princess faint. Those people were punished to kneel outside for two hours."

The official of the Ministry of Rites tightened his throat and thought to himself that he almost forgot that person was a glass crystal man.

"Okay, I dare to ask where the young master is now? I want to take him back with me."

The palace servant covered his lips and laughed, "I'm digging earthworms."

"Please lead the way, I should take the young master back together."

The palace servant nodded and said nothing, but just took the person to the backyard.

A Yizhou-style temple is located in the backyard, and Zhao Xufeng squats in front of the temple and digs out the soil from the flower pot.

"Mr., it's time for us to leave." The official of the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and pulled Zhao Xufeng's arm.

Not pulled.

Over the past few days, Zhao Xufeng has lost a lot of weight. After being a general, he gradually gained the mighty and mightyness of Duke Zhao when he was young.

The Ministry of Rites looked much thinner when he looked in front of him.

But you can’t really keep people here and dig earthworms!

The officials of the Ministry of Rites used all their strength this time and pulled hard, and they fell and squatted.

He knocked over a pot of flowers.

"What's the sound?" asked a cold-faced nanny who walked out of the hall.

The Ministry of Rites officials smiled awkwardly.

"Look clearly where this is, how can you let your noise?" said the nanny sternly.

The official of the Ministry of Rites was a little worried, and he thought that he was a court official at least. But after thinking about it, he still asked cautiously: "This is..."

"Where is the princess who rests." The nanny said coldly.

The official of the Ministry of Rites changed drastically and hurriedly apologized: "The official is incompetent and dare not disturb the princess again."

He looked at Zhao Xufeng.

Zhao Xufeng turned his head and looked at him.

This stupid young master had an unhappy anger in his eyes.

After all, he was tall and strong. When he saw this, the officials of the Ministry of Rites felt their hearts tremble.

Go fucking!

"The next official takes one step first!" The official of the Ministry of Rites bowed and turned around to apply oil to the soles of his feet.

The nanny returned to the hall: "Princess, the man is gone."

Xue Qingyin nodded: "Wipe the young master's hands and bring the person in."

The nanny had a bitter face: "How can I have that ability?"

Xue Qingyin smiled and threw a sachet to her: "Say it was given to him."

The sachet was filled with a faint fragrance of medicine, and the nanny then held it in her hand and went out to find Zhao Xufeng.

This thing is indeed useful, and it hooked Zhao Xufeng in a short while.
To be continued...