The bright moon sits on the ground

After Nie Qiu listened to Qi Qianyuan's words, he was silent for a long time.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the prince wants to drag himself into this muddy water.

He roughly stroked the meaning of Qi Qianyuan's words.

First of all, Qi Qianyuan is going to attack the current Holy Majesty, that is, his biological father.

He is worthy of being born in the emperor's family. In terms of cruelty and decisive killing, no one can compare with Qi Qianyuan.

It has been planned for several years, even decades, just for this moment to overthrow the emperor and replace him.

Father and son love?Qi Qianyuan would probably laugh when he heard this word.

For him, only the seat where his father is sitting can interest him.

Secondly, Qi Qianyuan wanted Nie Qiu to bear the charge of assassinating the emperor.

This is no child's play.

Even if you just spread this word, you can still get the name of rebellion... This is a serious crime against the Nine Clans.

Let alone bearing the charge directly.

Qi Qianyuan said the words of leaving the imperial city lightly, but Nie Qiu knew it was not easy.

Not to mention what should the Nie family do, Fang Qisheng and other members of the Demon Cult,? Xiao Xueyang, will also be implicated.

It is not easy for him to escape from the imperial city by himself.

Not to mention that there are other people around Nie Qiu.

Finally, Qi Qianyuan is now preparing to shatter the shadow hovering in the hearts of the world, the cage called "Heavenly Way".

Four years earlier than the previous life.

Is it because my behavior is different from the previous life, so I also indirectly changed Qi Qianyuan's behavior?

Nie Qiu didn't know the reason.

The only thing he can know is,? If he refuses, the ending will be the same as the previous life.

Splash the sewage on him, make him filthy all over, and then show his head in front of everyone, on the inviting fairy platform.

Nie Qiu coughed twice, feeling a faint but familiar smell of blood in his throat.

He won't let things turn into the way he was in his last life.

Therefore, Qi Qianyuan cannot be rejected face to face.

Breaking the altar of Yaoxiantai with one's own hands and breaking the shackles brought by the heavens sounds really tempting.

Ever since he agreed to Xu Hua's invitation, Nie Qiu planned to stand on the opposite side of Heaven.

Qi Qianyuan hates the way of heaven and rejects fairy arts, but he does not believe in the way of heaven, so he must always be on guard against a series of disasters brought about by rebirth.

The purpose is largely the same.

But it would be too stupid to answer so simply.

Nie Qiu thought for a while and asked, "Does Your Highness have any specific plans?"

"Since Priest Nie asked this question, does it mean that you have already made a decision?"

"If I bear the charge of assassinating the Holy Majesty, what will happen to the Nie family?"

"As a wise king, you should not implicate innocent people..." Qi Qianyuan's eyes moved slightly, "As far as I know, you have been staying at the Wangshan Inn these days. If you express your determination to make a clean break, I will naturally I will do my best to protect the Nie family."

He struck while the iron was hot and explained: "In this way, I can establish a good image in the eyes of the people, and also make the Nie family owe me another big favor. As a family of merchants, there is no benefit for me to uproot the Nie family. It's better to sell favors, so that you have an extra bargaining chip in your hand."

How to prove that Qi Qianyuan's promise is effective will be discussed later, and now we have to clarify one thing at a time.

Nie Qiu continued to ask: "When the time comes, the imperial city will be heavily guarded, how can I leave?"

"I will tell you in advance, so that you have time to leave the imperial city, and then release the news of the emperor's death."

Every word and every sentence reveals a sense of disbelief.

"Are you going to find me a scapegoat?"

"No," Qi Qianyuan pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "You don't need to die, you just need to live well."

"If you can't catch the criminal who assassinated the Holy Majesty, do you think the people will change their impression of you?"

"Priest Nie, you don't think my father still has much prestige and good reputation, do you?"

Qi Qianyuan sighed suddenly, turned around, turned his back to Nie Qiu, and looked at the altar overlooking Xiantai, saying to others as well as himself, "He has been asking immortals for so many years, in order to live forever. , used up all the silver in the treasury, and all the taxes paid by the poor people went into the pockets of charlatans. Father, his eyes were looking at the sky, looking at the sky that does not exist and will not appear The gods, and not a minute or a second are thrown to the ground. So he naturally doesn't know how many people are dissatisfied with him now, and how many places want to riot, but I and other ministers and princes gritted their teeth and put them down down."

"He's dead, it's what everyone expects." When he turned around, Nie Qiu found that his expression was very indifferent, "Father is old, and his body is not bright, he should have returned to the 'Xianmen' long ago, I was just helping him. "

Nie Qiu asked, "Who did it?"

Qi Qianyuan replied, "Xiao Wuyin."

Sure enough, it has something to do with the genius doctor Xiao Wuyin.

If it weren't for this, when we said goodbye to him, he wouldn't have said the words "the imperial city is about to change".

Nie Qiu took a deep breath and asked the last question: "Your Highness, why do you hate the way of heaven so much?"

He wanted to ask this question a long time ago.

With what kind of mood did Qi Qianyuan completely deny the belief that his father had pursued all his life?

After hearing the question, Qi Qianyuan lowered his eyes and thought for a while.

"If there is a way of heaven, why doesn't it take a look at the common people in this world? I'm afraid it has never seen such a scene of displaced people and starvation everywhere." He said every word, "I was ten years old. I beg my father to allow me to study under King Liuguang—that is, my uncle, you must have heard of this story. I traveled with him all over the country, and I have also seen all the mountains and rivers where people live in poverty. Maybe you It may not be clear how majestic the present Holy Majesty was when he rose up and led the iron hooves to crush the scum of the court, but I do know."

"Ever since I realized that my body was getting old and came into contact with the so-called fairy art, my father has changed."

"It's not that I can't tolerate him, it's that the world can't tolerate him." Qi Qianyuan said, "If I don't take action, there will be a rebellion in a few years, at most two or three years. I respect him, but he should also lead Entering the Imperial Mausoleum with this crazy and vain idea."

It was the first time for Nie Qiu to hear Qi Qianyuan's innermost feelings.

However, he was actually clear in his heart.

In the last life, since Qi Qianyuan ascended the throne of the emperor, the complaints of the common people have obviously decreased a lot.

Although the method is not bright, he is indeed a wise king in the hearts of the people.

So Qi Qianyuan had the confidence to behead the high priest in front of everyone.

One is a scandal-ridden useless priest, and the other is a wise emperor who is loved by the people.

What is right and what is wrong, any five-year-old child can tell the difference.

This His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is clearly disgusted by the way of heaven because of the common people in the world.

Although I don't understand the deeper reasons, the answer is probably pretty close.

There is no need to be moved by this, and there is no need to think that he is a kind-hearted person.

He doesn't need anyone to understand at all.

So Nie Qiu paused and asked, "If I don't agree, what will His Highness do?"

Qi Qianyuan did not directly answer his question.

"The premise for me to tell you this is that you also don't believe in the way of heaven, and you came to invite Sendai to an appointment, which means that I am at least [-]% sure."

"What if I believe in the way of heaven?"

"Then I'll use you to make an example to others."

Sure enough, it is Qi Qianyuan's style, and it is also the scene that Nie Qiu experienced in his last life.

"Your Highness, how can I believe that all the promises you made to me can be fulfilled one by one?"

"In the matter of the Nie family, you can rest assured that several important business paths have been lost for no reason. I think anyone with a bit of brains would not choose to kill the nine clans of the Nie family. And you are an adopted son, just clean up the relationship. "

"As for how to ensure that you can leave the imperial city..."

Qi Qianyuan raised his hand, and Meng Qiuze who was on the side saw this and walked over.

The weak and weak prince's valet took out a scarlet token from his sleeve, held it in both hands and handed it to Nie Qiu.

I can feel its cold temperature when I get it, but I don't know what it is made of.

Nie Qiu turned over the token and saw a large gilded character engraved on it: Song.

He remembered that the name of today's sage is Song.

This cold token suddenly became hot, heavy, and even the plain appearance was extraordinary.

"It's like a gold medal for avoiding death, but it can't really save you from death, but it can be done without hindrance." Qi Qianyuan explained lightly, "I'm not afraid to give you this thing. You can say it when the time comes." As long as it was given to you by the emperor privately, it will be useless after I ascend the throne anyway."

"I know, if I want you to trust me, I have to trust you first."

Qi Qianyuan watched Nie Qiu put away the token like a hot potato, and said, "I have shown full sincerity, so I hope Priest Nie will not disappoint my trust."

He paused, and added inexplicably: "For example, escape with the token in advance?"

Nie Qiu really thought so at first.

Come down first, hold Qi Qianyuan steady, and tell the others when you get back, leave the imperial city early, this is a place of wrongdoing.

The struggle for imperial power, to be honest, has nothing to do with them.

Whether Qi Qianyuan is dead or alive has nothing to do with them.

In this matter of seeking power and usurping the throne, Qi Qianyuan wanted to use his status as the high priest, and Nie Qiu wanted to use him to leave the imperial city.

The two offset each other, and originally did not owe each other.

But Qi Qianyuan once helped Nie Qiu in Shenyun Pavilion.

When he was most troubled and suffering, instead of pushing him, he stretched out his hand to pull him back.

So, Nie Qiu thought, then he also chose to trust Qi Qianyuan.

The swordsman in white pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, and finally agreed, "I still owe you a favor."

He glanced at Meng Qiuze beside him, and asked, "Do you need Mr. Meng to avoid suspicion in the next conversation?"

Qi Qianyuan waved his hands, the long sleeves swung, and the dark pattern embroidered on it flowed slowly like water.

"No need," he said.

So Nie Qiu stretched his hand into his bosom.

The thing had been left there for a while, and it was warmed by covering it.

Metal products that should have been hard and cold, with a hint of chill remaining.

This is what hundreds of people in Xiayan City exchanged their lives for.

What the world seeks, discards what is at the bottom of the lake.

The most useful, the most useless.

It's all focused on this one thing.

"This is my sincerity." Nie Qiu took out the five-clawed golden dragon and said, "Your Highness should recognize this thing."

Xie Mu said, it's up to him to discard or use it.

Others don't know, but Nie Qiu knows that Qi Qianyuan will become a wise king.

Even if his means are not bright, and there are not a few people who have been murdered, the world has indeed become stable under his governance, wars have decreased, and the taxes on the shoulders of the people will not be overwhelming.

If you give this thing to a Mingjun...

The dead souls of the innocent people in Xiayan City, Xie Mu's dead souls, should also feel at ease.