Star Trace Gate

Yingyue Lake, in the pavilion.

It’s over. This old man is going to see through my underwear…

Ren also calmed down his inner emotions and said respectfully: "Your Majesty. I was born and raised in Qingliang Prefecture since I was young. I was loved by my father and mother, and I also got help from some old ministers. That's why I survived step by step to this day. If I am not Zhu Zigui, then who can be Zhu Zigui?"

The old emperor looked at Ren Ye and saw that his eyes were as clear as water.

"Whether it was Zhu Zigui or an outsider, that is all in the past."

The old emperor only replied lightly, but did not think about the issue and ask questions. For those in power, it does not matter what others say, because they only trust their own judgment.

The warm breeze blew slowly, and the fragrance of tea filled the pavilion.

The skinny old emperor sat upright on a yellow chair, with his old hands folded, and said, "Qingliang Prefecture is located between the two dynasties, and there is also the natural barrier of Dangshan Pass. It is a military stronghold from south to north. Now, although you are weak, you have the protection of the heaven and the barrier of fog. If you don't take the initiative to provoke trouble and start a national war, others can't attack you. In the next ten or eight years, if you grow up a little bit, then you, the little prince Huai, will be the target of the two dynasties. You can wait for the price to sell and sit on the fishing platform."

This is a very dangerous statement and it involves a question of stance.

Ren did not think twice and said through gritted teeth: "I will never reconcile with Daqian!!"

"My blood relationship with Emperor Jing is severed, and I have only my father's murder to avenge! Therefore, there is absolutely no possibility of me being sold at a price."

The old emperor smiled slightly and did not answer.

Ren also secretly observed the old man's profile, and after a brief pause, he immediately expressed his loyalty: "My father died unjustly, and I will remember it forever. But now Qingliang Prefecture has less than 100,000 households and less than 50,000 soldiers, and is sandwiched between two dynasties. Although it is protected by the Heavenly Mist, it cannot go out of the north or south. It is not easy to develop and grow."

"Since you have a deep blood feud, do you have a plan to break the impasse?"

"Yes!" Ren Ye nodded immediately.

The old emperor intervened and looked at him with a playful look in his eyes: "Tell me about it."

"Then of course I have to surrender to Your Majesty and the Lich Kingdom." Ren swallowed his saliva and thought that he could no longer save face at this time. Since the other party wanted to see his attitude, he might as well take off all his clothes and show him. Anyway, he was not the one with the stye.

"If Your Majesty does not abandon me, I am willing to change my flag and completely submit to the Lich Nation. I will respect Your Majesty as the emperor and kneel down to be his vassal." Ren Ye was spitting all over the place, in great shape, and said, "When I return to Qingliang Prefecture, you can issue a general order to inform the people of the prefecture that Qingliang Prefecture has completely broken with Daqian from now on and will be enemies forever!"

The old emperor knew that he was shameless, but he never thought he could be so shameless.

You know, Daqian and Southern Xinjiang are old enemies and have been fighting for who knows how many years. This kid, as a member of the Daqian royal family and a descendant of a famous general, can actually speak of surrendering to the enemy so passionately and smoothly... without any psychological pressure at all. What a talent.

Oh, if he really defected to Southern Xinjiang, I’m sure Emperor Jing’s expression would be very interesting.

The old emperor stared at Ren Ye, and suddenly a sense of familiarity arose in his heart.

He seemed to see how the young man who walked out of the mountains with his clansmen and family generals many years ago, and how he managed to get along with everyone, act shamelessly, and endure humiliation to gradually achieve hegemony in the chaotic southern Xinjiang world where warlords were fighting for supremacy.

The brilliant glory is today, the yellow robe is on my body at this moment, but the loneliness, tiredness, embarrassment... those were things that no one could understand yesterday.

He did not look down on Ren Ye. Instead, he was full of understanding for his actions.

The old emperor inserted his hands and suddenly asked: "The Earth Dragon Six Jia is in your hands?!"

Ren Ye was slightly stunned, and immediately replied: "Your Majesty, he is not here!"

“Not here?!”

The old emperor looked at him; "Where did you go?"

"Your Majesty, you may not know this. Young Master Guanfeng still covets this treasure, and he is unscrupulous and shameless. He often wants to get this treasure from me by taking advantage of it." Ren Ye used four or five idioms in a row, and replied word by word: "I am in the southern border and may be ambushed at any time, so for safety reasons, I have sent it back to Qingliang Mansion for safekeeping. If you like it, I will bring it to you next time!"

"Hahahaha!"

When the old emperor heard this, he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "What the outsiders said is right. You, the young King Huai, really don't want to release the eagle until you see the rabbit. What's more, your words are full of hidden meanings, like a needle hidden in cotton...!"

"Xiao Wang used inappropriate words, he deserves death!" Ren also lowered his head and replied.

The old emperor pondered for a while, then slowly stood up and said, "The ceremony at Taiji Hall at the hour of You, the Southern Frontier Court, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

He said this calmly, turned around and left.

No, what do you mean? You left in the middle of your conversation?

Ren was also a little confused, thinking that the emperor's heart was unpredictable.

However, he was quite satisfied with his performance just now. The old emperor asked him about Qingliang Mansion just to test his attitude and ambition, and his answer, although a little corny, was also impeccable.

Filial piety is the most important of all virtues, and revenge is greater than heaven.

As for other family feuds, just put them aside for now.

"call!"

After Ren Ye reviewed the situation in his mind, he drank a sip of tea while sweating all over, and said softly, "Damn it. Chatting with the person in power is more exhausting than taking on ten 1888 jobs."

……

Yingyue Lake, shore.

The old emperor walked slowly, and he had already made a basic judgment about Ren in his mind.

He is slick enough, shameless enough, and opportunistic enough... Moreover, he looks very soft, but when it comes to matters involving his own interests, such as Dilong Liujia, he will say: "I forgot it at home and didn't bring it, but I will definitely bring it next time."

The old emperor had no aversion to Ren Ye's behavior, and he didn't even care whether he was Zhu Zigui or an outsider.

He only cares about whether Ren Ye is smart enough, whether he can see the situation clearly, and bring benefits to southern Xinjiang.

As a person, you should do things that are appropriate to your stage. If you put yourself or others on a higher level, it means you are not mature enough and your level is not up to par.

Coincidentally, although King Huai was young, he was not a good-for-nothing.

Previously, he also knew that the two princes had come into contact with the young King Huai, and that there were many evaluations and memorials about the young King Huai in the court.

But those were his reactions when facing outsiders, which were completely different from his reactions when facing the real Lord of Southern Xinjiang.

This is the core purpose of this conversation.

"hehe!"

As the old emperor walked, he recalled what little King Huai had just done, and a smile appeared on his lips.

……

Two hours passed.

After the You hour, Taiji Hall of the Wushen Palace.

The old emperor, wearing a dragon robe and court dress, walked in surrounded by a group of eunuchs.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

Inside the hall, the cabinet ministers, the six ministers, and a dozen first and second rank officials all knelt on the ground and saluted.

Ren had just entered the hall from outside and stood behind the crowd. He saluted while scanning the surroundings with his eyes.

He saw that there were three people standing in front of the ministers.

The oldest one was about forty years old and was wearing a yellow robe with a five-clawed golden dragon on it.

Not surprisingly, he is the chief military commander of the dynasty - the eldest prince.

On its side, a fat dragon was seen with a big belly, wearing only court robes.

When he turned around and looked at Ren Ye, he nodded slightly but didn't say much.

On the left side of the fat dragon stood the third prince, who looked relaxed and was whispering with some adults.

When Ren was looking at him, the third prince also turned around.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and the Third Prince gave a very kind smile, and gave Ren a "very steady" look.

Ren also responded with a flattering look on his face.

"Be flat."

The old emperor sat on the dragon throne, glanced at the officials expressionlessly, and raised his hand slightly.

Everyone stood up slowly and stood in order.

Inside the Tai Chi Hall, the air is filled with sandalwood incense and you can hear a pin drop.

The old emperor paused for a moment before speaking, "Today, the envoy to Tongyou, Yin Guang, submitted a report. He has found out that the thieves who sneaked into the Bulao Mountain and the mastermind behind the Loushan Pass tragedy were all the work of Wu Yuanjun's son Guanfeng and Daqian's supervisor Han Chan."

As he spoke, all the ministers in the hall bowed their heads and refused to look at the emperor.

"The sealing stone slab was stolen, and the borderland is turbulent. This case involves the foundation of the country and even the struggle between the two countries." The old emperor said calmly, without any anger: "After repeated consideration, I decided to summon the young prince Huai of Qingliang Prefecture to the capital. He and Guanfeng and Han Chan have all fought in the secret realm, and I know them well. Therefore, I decided to summon the young prince Huai, grant him the status of an imperial envoy, and hold the imperial order to thoroughly investigate the case of Guanfeng and Han Chan. My lords, please tell me your opinions...!"

The voice echoed in the hall, and all the cabinet members and the six ministers looked at each other with different expressions.

After a long while, the hall was still quiet. No one in the room, whether civil or military, stepped forward to respond.

"Major cases frequently occur in border areas. Don't you have anything to say?" the old emperor asked quietly.

The ministers still kept their heads down and did not dare to respond.

This case implicitly alludes to the Southern Xinjiang court. Whoever speaks first may be attacked openly or secretly.

His eyes slowly passed over each person, and when no one responded, he prepared to start the evening roll call.

"Tap!"

At this moment, the Third Prince suddenly stepped out, clasped his fists and said, "Father, I have something to say!"

The old emperor glanced at him, with a very obvious look of impatience flashing across his face, but he still said in a deep voice: "Just tell me."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the officials in the hall secretly glanced at the Third Prince.

He stood in the crowd, reached out to dust off his official robe, and slowly straightened his official hat before stepping forward.

Ren also looked up at him, thinking that the third brother seemed very calm when facing the emperor. At least he knew the etiquette and manners.

"My father!"

The Third Prince slowly bent down and shouted, "I suggest that you sentence the young Prince Huai to death on the spot!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the whole room fell silent.

The fat dragon who was clasping his hands suddenly looked up at the third brother.

The eldest prince also stole a surprised look, and the civil and military officials in the court were even more confused.

"Ok??"

Ren Ye stared blankly at the front, as if he didn't hear clearly what the other person said for a moment.

"brush!"

The Third Prince knelt on the ground, his face solemn, and he shouted again in a steady voice: "Your Majesty, I beg you to sentence Little Prince Huai to death immediately, chop off his head, and hang it at the north gate for public display!"

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The plot of Bulao Mountain has come to an end. I sorted out the plot in the afternoon. I started writing a little late and posted it a little late as well.

I will punish myself in one chapter tomorrow...