"Sir Song and Lord Chen, please stay." Song Ying said.

Song Yuan and Chen Sheng responded, and Song Yuan looked at Wang Lieyang. Wang Lieyang had no objection at all, and withdrew with everyone with a smile.

"I didn't even ask about the handwritten letter and agreed to prepare for the throne ceremony." Song Yuan said, "This old boy must have no good intentions."

"He has no intention of rebellion. The so-called uneasy and kindness is just for his own desire for power, so don't care." Song Ying said, looking at Song Yuan, "How about Xue Qing?"

Song Yuan had to say this matter long ago, but Song Ying had to concentrate on paying attention to the four masters and did not let him report it. Song Yuan hurriedly explained the matter in detail. After listening to the story, Song Ying's expression was still calm under the bright palace lanterns.

"Gu knows." She said, smiling again, "It seems that she doesn't believe in Gu anymore."

"Your Highness believes in her too much." Song Yuan said hatefully.

Chen Sheng stepped forward and said, "The officers and soldiers have not seen her real person yet, so they may have any difficulties..."

Song Yuan interrupted him and said, "Zheng Ye, do you believe she is the kind of person who does this kind of thing because of his difficulties?"

Chen Shengmoran, that young woman always has her own ideas when doing things, and it is meaningless to deceive herself.

"Your Highness, this matter is quite serious. This is a rebel and this is a rebellion." Song Yuan said, "Your Highness should not be treated lightly."

Song Ying stood up under the palace lantern.

"Then let's put the rebellion and kill." She said, "Since she wants this, she wants."

The Song and Yuan dynasties responded, and Chen Sheng wanted to say something and finally lowered his eyes and remained silent.

There is nothing to say.

The imperial power cannot be defiled, and now things have come to this point, and there is only a dead end.

......

......

"This Xue Qing is really here."

Outside the palace city, Wang Lieyang was surrounded by several officials and walked towards the carriage, smiling.

The officials nodded: "The news is now covered up, but it is just a matter of words."

Someone was puzzled and said, "Prince, don't we really stop the throne ceremony?"

Wang Lieyang said: "Why should I stop it? I didn't get the handwritten book? There is also a folk who calls himself the real emperor. It's really a ceremony to ascend the throne that has never been seen before."

Carrying such a reputation as a throne is a stain of life, and you can't raise your head in front of your ministers.

An official whispered: "If Xue Qing is real, in the future..."

If Xue Qing is true, no matter how he is, he will win in the future, will they be held accountable?

Wang Lieyang whispered and said, "I don't know anything. I am blinded by them. Those who don't know are not guilty. If we want us to do something, we must first let us see clearly in the future..."

Now, kill some black armored guards and shout some slogans to escape like dogs. How can you see clearly in the future?

The officials laughed and said, when they arrived in front of the carriage, someone lifted up the curtain and helped Wang Lieyang to the carriage, and then drove along the Imperial Street into the night of the capital.

The night in the capital is no longer as turbulent as before, and the officers and soldiers on the streets have accelerated the pace of those walking in the night.

With a hurry, the figure quickly passed through several streets and knocked on a house door. The knocking was rapid, listening carefully and rhythmically, the door creaked as the sound fell.

"It's still so cold. Come and have a pot of hot wine. I'm going to have diarrhea." The man stomped his feet and rubbed his hands and said exaggeratedly, rushing in in a hurry.

The servant who opened the door laughed: "It's such a lazy donkey who has a lot of shit on the body. You have to go out to do business like this and that..."

The door was closed with a smile, and the hanging lanterns shone on the three words Zhizhitang on the plaque.

People with diarrhea were taken directly to a room.

"Young Master Chunyang asked me to tell you that the most news she got was killed and wrote again..." He said hurriedly. Before he finished speaking, someone booed him in the room and interrupted him.

"I understand." The man said.

Do you understand? The person who came blinked, and a person next to him turned his head and blinked at him. The person who came suddenly realized that this person was Pei Yanzi's servant, and there was nothing he could do. Young Master Yanzi was one step faster. He shrugged and looked inside, with only a lamp lit, and there were more than a dozen young people sitting and standing around Zhang Liantang.

In front of the lamp, Zhang Liantang held a thin strip of paper in his hand and looked at it intently, as if there was an obscure heavenly book written on it.

There was a 15 or 16-year-old boy with an excited and shy face talking.

"....... the money bag was discovered only in the evening." He held a small money bag made of coarse cloth in his hand and threw it on the street inconspicuously. The only difference was that there was a red seal script word embroidered on it. "The shopkeeper in the bookstore knew the importance and immediately rushed to deliver it day and night, fearing that others could not explain it clearly, and I was also afraid that others could not explain it clearly, so I came in person..."

"Chang Shu, I know, you've said it several times." Zhang Shuangtong patted his shoulders, crossed his shoulder and looked at Zhang Liantang, "What did you say in these three times?"

At first glance, I saw that there were actually only two words on the narrow strip.

Zhang Liantang said: "What are you doing?"

Why did they ask them to spread the booklets and stationery marked by Zhizhitang everywhere to look for her? Chu Minghui laughed.

"Do you think that the two words are so angry that the womb is pronounced?" he said, putting a young man's shoulder, shaking his thick waist, and moaning, "What are you doing?"

The young people laughed, some slapped Chu Minghui and some shook their heads, but everyone's face could not hide their excitement and joy.

If you never forget it, there will be a resounding response, and it will always make people happy.

"What can I do? I'm worried about her." Someone said.

"How do you reply?" Someone was a little nervous, "What do you write?"

We used to have a lot of letters, but this time it was still different from before. Young people started to talk quietly, and the dim room became noisy.

Zhang Liantang finally looked away from the narrow strip and raised his hand and said, "Pen."

Zhang Shuangtong smiled and said, "Brother Liantang finally understands the letter of these two words."

Zhang Liantang said, "Yes, I understand." He looked at everyone, "She was not asking what we were going to do, but asking us whether to do it or not."

Alas? What? Do it or not? Do it or not?

What to do? Do...

What's the matter? The room suddenly heats up, and thick ink drips on the paper.
Chapter completed!