Chapter 1292 Playing with Fire and Self-immolation
King Jing's reputation was not very good. He didn't respect his husband when he was in the palace, and he was a mess in his studies. He was said to be ignorant and incompetent.
After leaving the palace, he liked to hang out with evil young men. According to a certain nobleman, he was a born dirty person.
But he still dared to fight for that position.
Zheng Yuandong nodded, "The king is heroic, but the mother-in-law of the King of Yue is the queen."
"I am not picky about food." King Jing smiled again.
This attitude is no different from that of being generous and being evil.
Zheng Yuandong stood up and suddenly asked: "I contacted you the day before yesterday. I thought that the king would either come the next day or not at all..."
King Jing put his hands behind his back, leaned back, and said lazily: "I also want to be a wealthy and idle man, but when King Yue ascends the throne, Yang Songcheng will definitely find a way to get rid of me and eliminate future troubles. In order to save his life, I have to
Give it a try.”
"Your Majesty is wise." Zheng Yuandong praised.
"But what about you?" King Jing stared at Zheng Yuandong, "Why is Minister Zheng helping me?"
"I have been in the Ministry of War for many years, but I have never been able to make any progress. Whenever I get a chance, I will always be overtaken by a noble family or a member of a powerful family. If the King of Yue succeeds to the throne, I will never have another chance in this life."
Later in the evening, King Jing walked in the alley with his hands behind his back.
When passing by the withered yellow vines he had seen earlier, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked the dry vines, and was very curious, "It seems dead and quiet now, why is it so green in spring?"
The slightly cold spring breeze blew by, making the dead leaves on the vines rustle.
"The old dog treats me like a dog. If I die, he will definitely not shed a tear. I don't care whether he sheds tears or not, but I do care that my mother will be sad."
"He wants the third child to take over now, but I don't like him. If he kills the third child, I want to see what he will do."
"Everyone in Chang'an City regards me as a dog."
"When I enter that place, I want to see what happens to those who used to laugh at me and look down on me. When I sit in that position, I want to see what happens to those people!"
King Jing patted the vines and glanced at the end of the alley, "I don't believe a word of Zheng Yuandong's words!"
…
"I don't believe a word of the king's words."
In the small wine shop, Zheng Yuandong was enjoying his wine.
Boom!
The porcelain cup in Zhao Sanfu's hand shattered, and he said with a sullen face, "Old Zheng, what do you mean?"
Um?
Zheng Yuandong raised his eyes.
"Where do you put the king?"
The two had an agreement to support the heir who respected the emperor in ascending the throne.
"Firstly, I have no interest in assisting such a guy who seems to be a rogue, but actually has more thoughts than nine. Secondly..."
Zheng Yuandong took a sip of his drink and said bitterly: "The King of Qin is in command of the North and his attacks are sharp. Do you think the two kings still have a chance?"
Zhao Sanfu blushed, "You have to try it with all your strength!"
"Sanfu, you are so stubborn." Zheng Yuandong shook his head, "If the overall situation of the world does not change much, then there is still a chance for us to launch a palace coup. At present, the Chang'an army has returned, and the palace has been heavily guarded half a month ago. We
How to raid?"
"I have a way to enter the palace!" Zhao Sanfu's eyes were bloodshot.
It's hard to describe the feeling of being suddenly told that a career that one has worked hard for for a long time is gone.
"I have recently discovered that some highly skilled servants in the palace come and go frequently. You are no match!" Zheng Yuandong pressed his hand and motioned for him to sit down.
"If it fails, I will assassinate the false emperor!" Zhao Sanfu picked up the jug and drank.
Zheng Yuandong shook his head imperceptibly, "If he was easily assassinated, why should Yang Songcheng be so afraid of this son-in-law?"
"Then what do you think I should do?" Zhao Sanfu put down the wine bottle and asked breathlessly.
"Kill the King of Yue!"
…
The reputation of the King of Yue became better and better.
After avoiding the first batch of idiots who took advantage of the popularity, he gradually returned to normal travel.
Entering the palace to visit the emperor, the emperor looked at his son who was still in his prime years, and then looked at his belly that could not be suppressed even if he tightened his jade belt, and jealousy arose in his heart.
Back then, I was so full of energy!
"...Those students are quite dedicated to learning, and the articles they produced have some merit."
The King of Yue introduced the situation of the academy he was going to tomorrow.
Han Shitou knew that this was a hidden report from the King of Yue: Aye, I just went to discuss knowledge and had no intention of winning over anyone.
The emperor asked casually: "Have you ever visited your second brother?"
Well!
Wasn't King Wei listed as a must-kill target by Yang Songcheng?
The King of Yue's smile did not change, "My son, I will go later."
"Go for it!"
The emperor made no secret of his lack of interest in continuing the conversation.
The King of Yue seemed unaware and sat there for a while with a smile before he left.
If it were another mother and grandfather, the emperor could have people throw him out, and he would not be able to enter the opera garden again next time.
After leaving here, the King of Yue went to the Mirror Stand.
"Where is Zhao Sanfu?"
Xin Quan, who greeted him, said respectfully: "Yu Shi Zhao has gone out to do something."
"It's really hard work."
The King of Yue smiled and asked, "I remember you, Xin Quan."
Xin Quan showed a slightly flattered expression, "It's me."
"I heard that you are not in good health?"
"yes."
"Take good rest."
When they arrived at the prison on the mirror stage, Xin Quan asked someone to open the door.
"Your Majesty, please slow down!"
Xin Quan's voice was neither loud nor quiet, but King Yue frowned slightly.
He originally wanted to quietly check on King Wei's condition, but this time it was all gone.
Arriving at King Wei's cell, King Yue realized that he had been worrying too much.
His second brother is blacksmithing.
Simulate blacksmithing.
The fight was like crazy.
The King of Yue glanced at Xin Quan, and Xin Quan nodded, saying that King Wei had always been like this and regarded the cell in Jingtai as his own Huang family's blacksmith shop.
"Your Majesty, please retire." Xin Quan saluted, "There won't be anyone around."
The King of Yue nodded, and his entourage looked reserved, "I am here, but whoever wants to snoop around will not be able to escape my five senses."
"Second brother!" King Yue walked over.
King Wei didn't raise his head, "Get out!"
The King of Yue smiled and said: "Aye asked me to come and see you."
"But the situation outside is not good?" King Wei waved his right hand as if he was actually holding a hammer.
His left hand gestured as if holding a blank. As his right hand danced, his left hand seemed to be vibrating due to force, and then changed slightly.
A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.
The followers were amazed when they saw it.
This inner breath function is so subtle.
"Second brother is still so sharp." The King of Yue said: "Shi Ni is still unstoppable. I estimate that the army will approach Jianzhou soon."
"What about the north?"
"Second brother is worried about Concubine Shu and his wife and children!" The King of Yue suddenly felt a sense of gloating, "It is said that after arriving in Taoxian County, Concubine Shu had to go out to buy groceries every day, carrying a bamboo basket."
King Wei raised his head and glanced at him, "When my mother-in-law was at my mother's house, she loved to go shopping with a bamboo basket in the early morning. She said that the vegetables in the early morning were full of spiritual energy."
At that time, Concubine Shu would tell King Wei, who was still a child, about the situation of her maternal grandfather's family and the customs and customs of Jiangnan.
With a plate of beans and a bowl of rice wine, my grandfather could spend half a day squatting in a small wine shop, just like that kind of atmosphere.
The stone street is slippery when it rains.
In the drizzle, the smoke from the kitchen mingled with the rain and mist.
At this time, his mother-in-law, carrying a bamboo basket, ran to a small restaurant to find her grandfather and asked for money to buy vegetables.
My grandfather would give her an extra penny and let her buy delicious food. Then he would grab a handful of boiled beans and give her a handful of them and tell her to go quickly.
These are little secrets between father and daughter.
Well!
The King of Yue laughed dryly and said: "That woman of yours is really awesome. She even opened a blacksmith shop."
"She is waiting for me!"
King Wei finally stopped moving, his right and left hands operated separately, as if putting down the utensils.
"Do you still have something to say?"
The King of Yue nodded, "The world is in chaos. There are traitors in the north and south. Second brother, where do you think this world will go?"
King Wei sat down cross-legged, and the oppressive feeling brought by his majestic body to King Yue dissipated a little.
"Aye is stupid, but he is old after all. After you succeed to the throne, Yang Songcheng will be followed by countless forces. What reward are you going to give? Money? They don't like it. The land is gone long ago. So what else is there?"
King Wei said coldly: "Only power. Don't say that aristocratic families don't rebel. Our family rebelled in the first place."
"The State of Chen was already destroyed at that time." The King of Yue defended his ancestors.
"At that time, there were still descendants of emperors in Jiangnan who were proclaimed emperors. If they were loyal, they could take them over."
King Wei ridiculed: "The historians of the Chen Kingdom still had the courage to cut off their heads and not mess up their pens. In the Tang Dynasty, in order to whitewash their family's reputation, they said that the descendant of the royal family was fake. The bones of historians
, it ended in the Tang Dynasty."
The King of Yue sighed, "Second brother, facing this current situation, to be honest, I can't imagine why Aye can sit still."
"The country is just his plaything. Before he dies, as long as he is still the supreme emperor, he will be satisfied. As for his death, after he dies, he will not care about the world."
"I'm not lying. I used to be very attracted to the position of prince, but now, I feel that it is a pit of fire, and the prince squats on it and is being burned."
"Whenever Aye dies, the prince will fall into the pit."
"Burned alive!"
The King of Yue said quietly: "Come to think of it, this is not Aye's original intention."
"His original intention was to check and balance. In order to check and balance Yang Songcheng, he promoted Shi Zhongtang, a foreigner. In order to check and balance, he and the soldiers and civilians of Northern Xinjiang were in power..." King Wei sneered.
"As a result, Shi Zhongtang rebelled. Yang Ni raised his troops and went south, and there was almost no opposition from the soldiers and civilians in northern Xinjiang. His check and balance method..."
"Playing with fire and burning yourself!"
…
"... Jia Laoliu stole something and escaped from the back door. The wooden plank that was originally placed by the door to intercept the owner suddenly fell down and knocked him unconscious on the spot. He was captured by the owner, beaten severely and sent to prison.
.”
A bad boy was talking about the latest news, "What is this called? How do you say that?"
There were six bad boys sitting in the wine shop. One of them said: "Light a fire and burn the house to harm your own family."
Everyone couldn't help but laugh wildly.
"Why!"
When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and saw that it was King Jing. They all stood up and saluted.
Everyone was surprised when King Jing bowed his hands in such a gentle manner. Someone asked: "Why is your Majesty so gentle?"
"The king will go with the third brother tomorrow."
…
King Jing was suffering from being said to be uneducated and incompetent, so he went to ask the King of Yue. The King of Yue casually said that he would go to the academy tomorrow. King Jing sighed and said that those scholars knew me, but I did not know them.
The King of Yue was thinking about creating a character of a friendly brother, so he asked him to follow him to the academy for edification.
…
"tomorrow."
In the small wine shop, Zheng Yuandong showed his ferocious look for the first time, "Kill the King of Yue, and the conflict between Yang Songcheng and the false emperor will no longer be concealed. When they kill, the two sons-in-law will bleed like rivers of blood, leaving the so-called Millennium Ying
The Sichuan Yang family has been reduced to a few lines in the annals of history, and will remain infamy for thousands of years!"
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The academy is privately run.
This place not only teaches and educates people, but also often holds activities to exchange knowledge.
The King of Yue came early today.
"I have met the king."
The dean of the academy came with people to greet him.
The King of Yue was surrounded with a smile like that of a 'courteous and virtuous corporal'.
King Jing was ignored, but he didn't care, curiously looking at the buildings along the way.
Today's debate venue was set up in the lobby. As soon as the King of Yue arrived, everyone followed him in.
Sure enough, there is a large vase on the right.
What kind of flowers are needed to fit this in?
Piranha?
King Jing walked by with a smile, flashed his hand, and slid the short knife into the vase.
Quietly.
No smoke or smoke.
Even the veteran villain who taught him the art of stealing has to praise him: Your Majesty is so talented!
King Jing went in immediately.
The King of Yue was surrounded by people, smiling and saying something.
"Tell me more." King Jing said with a smile. At the same time, he was also thinking, how would that person take the knife? It would be too conspicuous to reach in. But what else can be done?
A man who looked like a student came from a distance.
He lowered his head slightly, as if anxious.
When passing by a large vase, he waved his hand and the vase flew into the air and slowly reversed.
The short knife fell out of the bottle hanging upside down.
The man caught the dagger, held it in his backhand, and rushed in.
Like a student who desperately wants to see the King of Yue.
"...I think that when it comes to learning, you must not only learn, but you must also apply what you have learned."
These words are an implicit hint: It's time to become an official, don't worry, I will protect you and wait.
The teachers and students of the academy listened with rapt attention.
Zhao Dongping sighed secretly, thinking that fame and wealth really moved people's hearts. These celebrities who seemed to be noble and noble before now looked disgusting.
The two old men accompanying him suddenly raised their eyebrows.
The light of the sword flashed in the crowd.
"Protect the king!"
An old man came forward to greet him.
The two sides just met face to face. The assassin was kicked in the lower abdomen and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.
The old man who didn't expect that the opponent would not dodge was cut off half of his neck with a knife, and then kicked away and rushed towards the King of Yue.
Boom!
The second old man slapped away the corpse of his companion, which was still gushing blood, and then struck with a short knife.
The old man roared and shook his fist.
The sword shattered, and the blood also flashed.
There was a deep wound on the old man's fist that was visible to the bone.
Boom!
Only now did the large vase outside fall to the ground.
The assassin went straight to the King of Yue.
One punch.
The old man's figure flashed and stood in front of him.
The two sides exchanged punches.
The old man was upset and nauseous, and the assassin vomited blood again. At this time, someone was shouting outside, the sound was like thunder, getting faster and faster.
This is a good player coming like crazy.
The assassin threw out the only hilt of the knife in his hand without hesitation, and then rushed straight up.
boom!
He knocked a hole in the roof, and then the assassin disappeared.
The handle of the knife hit King Yue's nose.
Click!
The bridge of the nose that used to be straight was now crooked to the side.