Shengjing Conspiracy

Chapter 89, Winner and Defeat

The Hall of Reaching the Stars, the altar for offering sacrifices to the gods.

The sacrifices were placed one by one, the ministers were under the stage, Emperor Anping was in the first place, and the national teacher Shanyuan was on the stage.

This is a sacrifice to determine the fate of Prince Shang Lanqing, but Shang Lanqing himself is not there, and no one seems to care whether he is there or not.

Shanyuan was standing on a high place, looking down at the people in the audience, seeing the indifferent expressions on their faces, Shanyuan suddenly found it ridiculous.

Some of these officials are from rich and powerful and pretentious, and some of them have been admitted to the imperial examination in exchange for ten years of poverty. The enjoyment they have is based on the prosperity, but how do these people do it? Flourishing in danger, indulge in the illusion of ease as if nothing to do with yourself.

Shang Lanqing, just such a bunch of trash, what's the point of being their master?

Shanyuan's hands hidden in the wide sleeves trembled slightly, the palms seemed to still have the warmth of that person, last night's lingering lingering made him sink into it, and when he came back to his senses, the always proud person was already in front of him. Under the restraint of desire, it is dilapidated like flowers falling in the rain.

Guigui such as Shang Lanqing has always been superior, and Yu Shanyuan also occupies the leading position in his dealings, but when Shang Lanqing was suppressed by him last night, his red eyes showed a weakness that Shanyuan had never seen before. , he persecuted again and again, wanting to hear the cries of begging for mercy, but he didn't get what he wanted until the end.

Turning his thoughts, Shan Yuan's eyes shifted to Emperor Anping, his mind was complicated, he could see that this doldrums emperor was about to die.

The ethereal and gloomy bell rang three times, and when the bell finished, Shanyuan lit the incense and held it up high, "The country honors the beauty, the people's funds are powerful, and the Weiyin is offered, and the gods come."

Everyone at the table repeated in unison, Shanyuan inserted the incense, picked up the cup of rice that the servant sent, and indifferently put the cup of wrong weight in the palm of his hand, his eyes followed the thin lines of smoke and looked at the clear sky, a flash of light flashed in his eyes. disdain.

If there really is a God, then why do people in the world still suffer?

Even if there are gods, they are just like the mediocre officials in the audience who are trying to gain fame.

Walking in the world is like walking a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. Only by asking yourself to cross yourself can you end this bitter fruit.

"By the gods, there is a crown prince named Lanqing, can it be of great use?"

The cups were thrown out, and the specially treated cups naturally fell out of the yin cup. The cups were thrown three times in a row, and they were all yin cups.

Shanyuan turned around and looked at Emperor Anping who was under the stage, "Your Majesty, three cups of evil."

"The Yin cup is the wrath of the gods, and the prince has provoked the wrath of the gods." The officials who started to support divination came out again and you said each other, as if because three times meant that Shang Lanqing was a traitor who committed murder and arson. Evil people in general.

It's disgusting enough.

Shanyuan cast aside in his heart, letting go of himself, his mission has been completed, and the rest depends on whether Emperor Anping is willing to give up Shang Lanqing.

Shanyuan's eyes wandered around the Star Picking Hall, seeing green twigs from the rubble, and stopped when his eyes passed by one place, he looked at Shang Lanqing who didn't know when he was standing there in a daze, I was a little flustered.

Why did Shang Lanqing come here? He clearly ordered the prince not to come out before he left, and he tossed so hard last night that he should not have the strength to come out.

Just looking at it from a distance, Shanyuan's originally stable mood set off a storm. He could hardly hold back his footsteps of rushing to hug Shang Lanqing. Reason bound him firmly to the altar, and he could only look at I can't speak, can't explain, can't comfort.

The officials' speeches became louder and louder. After a long time, Emperor Anping walked up the steps of the altar with the support of the old eunuch, looked at the officials, and said calmly: "From now on, Prince Shang Lanqing will be confined to the East Palace. .”

Emperor Anping's voice was not loud, but it was enough for Shang Lanqing who was hiding in the corner to hear. Shanyuan watched the man's figure shake, as if he was about to lose his support.

"Your Majesty is wise!"

As the officials left the Hall of Picking Stars like an ebb tide, Shanyuan hurried to that corner, but at this time there was no one there, only a trace of blood left on the rockery.

Shanyuan's fingers caressed the bloodstain, which was still a little wet, it was left by Shang Lanqing.

He was standing here, watching his father give up on himself, the pain of being forced by others made him weak, he could only hold on to the rockery to stand firm, the rough stone surface scratched his hand, but no matter how painful it was Not as deep as the pain of being betrayed.

Thoughts disturbed Shanyuan's rationality, pain came from his hands, and he lowered his head to find that his blood had covered Shang Lanqing's bloodstains at some point.

He raised his hand and slowly covered his chest, his straight spine bent slightly as if unable to bear the pressure,

Obviously it was all calculated, why did his heart still hurt so much when he saw this scene.

There is no turning back now, Shanyuan told himself, stood up again and walked towards the outside of the Hall of Picking Stars, he still had things to do.

A small teahouse on East Street, deep in an alley.

Standing at the door of the teahouse, Li Suwen regretted so much. If it was a trap, Shanyuan's martial arts were not weaker than her own, and it would be difficult to get benefits if she confronted head-on.

The most important thing is that if Jiang Nanxing found out about his private visit to Shanyuan, he might be driven to sleep in the study.

But it was related to Jiangnan Xing's life experience, and he had to come. Thinking about this, Li Suwen had another revenge for Shanyuan.

When all these bad things are over, he must find an opportunity to settle the score.

After struggling for a short moment, Li Suwen still pushed open the door of the teahouse, and saw Shanyuan sitting in the hall with his face sinking like water.

At noon, he had just finished dinner with Jiang Nanxing and went back to deal with the middle school affairs, but there was a piece of letter paper mixed in the account book sent by his subordinates, on which only the location of the teahouse was written, and there was no other superfluous words.

He asked his subordinate where the letter paper came from, and the subordinate was also puzzled by Monk Zhang Er, who had no idea what happened. Seeing this situation, Li Suwen thought of the elusive national teacher Shanyuan.

With Shanyuan's martial arts, it is more than enough to hide a piece of letter paper without anyone noticing.

If it was Shanyuan, Li Suwen thought about Jiangnan Xing's life experience mentioned by the other party, his heart tightened, he couldn't read the account book anymore, he told his subordinates not to tell his wife about his going out, and hurried out.

If he knew that he had just left, and his subordinates had told Jiangnan Xing the exact words, he might kick him to death before leaving.

Li Suwen calmly sat on the seat opposite Shanyuan, narrowed his eyes and glanced at the tea poured by the other party in front of him, raised his hand and pushed it aside, not intending to drink at all.

"We can be regarded as people on the same boat, so you don't need to be so wary of me." Shanyuan picked up the tea, "This teahouse is a hidden stake arranged by me. If you want me, you can come here to send a message."

Li Suwen looked around the teahouse calmly. It is highly private and has many dark places suitable for Tibetans. It is a good place to inquire about news.

"What did you ask me for?" With the attitude that this person is not an enemy, Li Su's attitude softened a bit.

"Shang Lanqing has been banned from the East Palace, and Shang Lanyun will do it soon. As long as Emperor Anping dies, there will be chaos in the court, and you probably won't stay here when the time comes." Shanyuan put down his cup and looked down Looking at the scars on his hands that are no longer bleeding, "I want to ask you to take Shang Lanqing with me."

Li Suwen frowned at this request, "Shang Lanyun's target is Shang Lanqing, are you sure it's safe to take him away?"

"I will arrange for a corpse to be burned in the East Palace instead of Shang Lanqing." Shanyuan said lightly.

Li Suwen looked at his calm face and said, "You have arranged everything about Shang Lanqing, what about you?"

There was a strange pause in the atmosphere, and Shanyuan said in a hoarse voice for a long time, "I don't care."

"What if he knew?"

"He won't want to know, and he won't care."

How could Shang Lanqing care about the life and death of a person who forced him?

Another seed of infatuation.

"Tch—then I hope you don't regret it, I will try my best to help." Li Suwen changed his tone, "But I still hope you live, no one will treat him well except you if you leave this capital."

"He can live a good life." Shanyuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, showing an ugly smile.

Li Suwen didn't say any more, and left the teahouse with his hands behind his back. He said everything he talked about, and the rest would depend on their own fate.

Walking out of the teahouse, looking at the slightly darker sky, Li Suwen sighed, "It's a good day, what's the trouble?"

"Instead of thinking about why the trouble is happening, why not think about how to explain it to me?"

Hearing this sound, Li Suwen felt as if he heard a meowing mouse, and his body froze for a moment.

Jiang Nanxing didn't intend to let him go, but he didn't want to fight with people on the street, so he grabbed a handful of Master Li's hair unceremoniously, pulled it in his hand and walked towards the courtyard.

Feeling the tingling pain from the scalp, Li Suwen wanted to cry but had no tears.

God damn Shanyuan is such a scourge!

It was already spring in Kyoto, but it was extremely cold tonight. The servant held a candle carefully to block the candlelight, and hurried into the tea room. The temperature inside was not much warmer than outside.

"Master, Shang Lanqing has been banned from the East Palace."

Shang Lanyun was holding a small hand stove in his hand. He seemed to be looking at the piano on the table, but his eyes didn't fall on anything, as if he had lost his soul.

Just when the servant was about to repeat it again, Shang Lanyun spoke. He put the stove on the table, stood up slowly and prepared to go out, "Keep watching, don't let anyone run away."

The servant wanted to pick up the hand stove on the table for the master to take with him, but when he touched it, he found that the hand stove had lost its warmth at some point, and the copper outer body was icy cold.

Isn't master holding this thing cold?

He looked down at the hand stove, the pattern on it had ugly black marks due to long-term friction, it seemed to be an object brought in by the master when he was locked up in the cold palace.

"Bring the cloak."

Hearing the sound, the servant hurriedly put down the hand stove and walked over with the cloak, "Master, where are you going?"

Shang Lanyun walked to the door, pushed it open, looked at the empty and desolate courtyard, inexplicably remembered when he was thrown into this place more than ten years ago, at that time he never thought that there would be a day when he would go out.

"Go and see Uncle Huang. I haven't seen you for so many years, and I still miss him a little."