Chapter 126 Dad: Dare you hurt my son? Let's all die!
"Brother Quan Fu really knows what's going to happen! The Jishuiyan crisis has been solved by my brother."
"This mission is considered a success. I will bring you something good when I get back. You will definitely be happy to see it."
"Brother Bai is interested."
As Zeng Anmin withdrew the aura of righteousness from the communication talisman.
The pure white communication talisman became dim.
There was a deep look in Zeng Anmin's eyes.
He slowly breathed a sigh of relief and looked out the window.
Eyes narrowed slightly.
Then his eyes became sharp.
Next, let’s go find Dad first.
You must talk to dad about this kind of thing first so that he can be prepared.
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"Dad! Are you still sleeping?! You're still sleeping at this hour! How can you sleep?!"
Zeng Anmin knocked on the door as usual.
It was already midnight.
Zeng Anmin knocked on the door very quickly and his tone was urgent.
And Dad didn't complain.
I still remember the last time my dear boy knocked on the door and came in to disturb his sweet dream.
King Qi fell.
So even though he was awakened from his dream, Dad still took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and patiently got up from the bed.
"Squeak~"
Zeng Shilin had no expression on his face and looked at Zeng Anmin.
"What's the matter?"
Zeng Anmin said seriously: "Let's go into the room and talk."
"Yeah."
……
The two of them were sitting on chairs.
The candlelight in the room flickered.
It reflected the serious expressions on both their faces.
"You mean, someone assassinated you, and you killed him in return."
Zeng Shilin could no longer hide the strong killing intent in his eyes at this time.
Obviously, a good boy would have his own adventures.
I'm afraid tonight there will be bad news about the loss of a child...
There was a deep coldness in his voice.
"Yeah."
Zeng Anmin took a deep breath. This was the first time he saw such strong and undisguised murderous intent from his father.
"The assassin, what method?"
Zeng Shilin's eyes did not waver at all, looking straight at Zeng Anmin.
Hearing this, Zeng Anmin slowly raised his head.
He knew that his father wanted to start with the identity of the assassin.
Meeting his father's gaze, Zeng Anmin said calmly:
"I met him before at Ho'an Temple."
"If the prediction is correct, he is also the assassin of King Qi's death."
"It also coincides with the time when Ren Weizhi went to Fa'an Temple."
……
Hear Zeng Anmin's slow narration.
Zeng Shilin's brows furrowed slightly. After a long time, he slowly raised his head, with a deep look in his eyes:
"Are you sure you were in Fa'an Temple and saw the assassin heading towards Huangquean?"
"Huangquean?"
Zeng Anmin blinked, then nodded knowingly:
"Yes, if the small nunnery behind Fa'an Temple is called Huangquean."
"There is only one nunnery behind Fa'an Temple, called Huangque Nunnery."
"Back then, Concubine Xi failed in her struggle with the Queen and left to seek shelter for herself."
Zeng Anmin was slightly startled, then blinked and said:
"The Queen is pretty cool."
Didn't this kill everyone?
The corner of Dad's mouth twitched, and then he sighed:
"Concubine Xi was born in the Ningguo Duke's palace, and she was born into a noble family no matter how you say it."
"Four years ago, Ning Guogong personally requested your majesty, and your majesty took him back to the harem. However, the crown prince's position has been stabilized, and the queen mother is more valuable because of her son. Concubine Xi knows that she has lost power. She has been cultivating her character in the harem these years, and she does not dare to do anything. ”
Hearing this, Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
He said slowly:
"Could the person behind Ren Wei be... Concubine Xi?!"
Dad frowned slightly after hearing his words.
After a long time, he shook his head slightly and turned his gaze to the window:
"Not to mention a noble concubine who has lost her power, even if she is a queen with a powerful harem, why should she have any entanglements with her as the Minister of Household Affairs?"
That's right.
Zeng Anmin frowned.
The implication of what Dad said is, what does Ren Weizhi want?
Is she older?
"But it cannot be ruled out."
Zeng Anmin looked at his father seriously.
Zeng Shilin's face was expressionless, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.
There is a heart-stopping murderous intent in the slightly old face:
“It doesn’t matter who is behind the scenes.”
"As a father, I must let everyone in the entire capital know that if you dare to touch my son at any time, there will be only one end."
After saying that, he slowly stood up and came to the window.
The dim candlelight swayed, stretching dad's shadow into a huge shadow.
Domineering!
Zeng Anmin secretly gave his father a thumbs up.
This is my dad!
My great daddy!
move.
"You just said that when Bai Ziqing was chasing Dongfang Cultist Xizuo, Xizuo was heading south unobstructed, right?"
Dad's voice came faintly.
"Yes." Zeng Anmin was stunned for a moment.
"That's enough." Dad slowly raised his head, with a cold look in his eyes:
"As a father, I want to help Lou Yingqi eradicate his dissidents and ascend to the position of minister in one fell swoop."
ah?
Zeng Anmin looked up blankly.
But all I saw was my father's thin back, skinny but as tough as a rock.
"What do you mean?"
Zeng Anmin felt that his brain was short-circuited, and he looked at his father blankly.
"Haha."
There was a scary smile on the father's face. He slowly turned back and focused his eyes on Zeng Anmin's face:
"You can still contact Bai Ziqing now, right?"
"Yeah." Zeng Anmin nodded thoughtfully.
"Tell him, let him..."
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East Palace.
Ren Xueliang was full of apologies and stood outside the East Palace Gate:
"It was an accident that His Highness's identity was exposed in the Imperial College. It was not intentional. I hope His Highness will forgive you..."
His voice is loud.
There was regret in his voice.
When no one answered, he knelt on the ground.
The little eunuch on duty at the door just stared at him expressionlessly.
……
Royal study room.
Emperor Jianhong studied the chess game in front of him.
There was no one in front of him.
He reached out to pick up the white piece and dropped it, then walked to the opposite side and thought carefully about how to drop the black piece.
Confront yourself with yourself.
It seems weird to others.
But he was immersed in it and enjoyed it.
"Your Majesty."
A young eunuch slowly came from the door and stood there respectfully.
Emperor Jianhong did not raise his head, still thinking about the chess game in front of him.
The little eunuch knelt on the ground and tapped his forehead:
"Ren Weizhi's son, Ren Xueliang, has been kneeling outside the East Palace Gate for three hours. Seeing that the prince still did not leave the house, he retreated."
After the little eunuch's voice fell.
The only sound in the imperial study was the sound of Emperor Jianhong's move.
Time passed little by little.
The little eunuch couldn't feel his legs anymore.
Big drops of sweat slowly fell from his forehead to the ground.
But he didn't even dare to move.
"Da."
Emperor Jianhong gave birth to his last son.
He slowly raised his head, with a deep meaning in his eyes.
"Go down."
"Yes."
The little eunuch stood up respectfully as if he had been granted amnesty, and slowly retreated.
Emperor Jianhong didn't speak. He sat on the chair and closed his eyes.
He murmured slowly:
"Prince, Zeng Anmin...Shang Shudi..."......
"Father~"
Back home, Ren Xueliang's face looked pale.
With the help of his servant, he came to Ren Weizhi.
At this time, Ren Weizhi calmly held the tea cup in his hand, glanced at Ren Xueliang, and slowly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth:
"How?"
"I have said everything you told me."
Ren Xueliang took a deep breath, broke away from the servant's support, bowed to Ren Weizhi, and then slowly said:
"The prince really refused to see me."
Having said this, he couldn't help but show worry on his face:
"I'm afraid we have offended the prince so much."
"Haha." Ren Weizhi's smile did not change at all, and he gently put the tea cup in his hand into his mouth.
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After taking a sip, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
"The fight for the right to inherit the direct line is nothing more than pulling chestnuts out of the fire."
Although his voice is old, it is extremely powerful in this study.
As he spoke, the room fell into silence.
"Besides, if you want to get rid of Zeng Shilin, just relying on Liangjiang County's voice is not enough."
"Your Majesty still needs to have a grudge against him."
"The Prince of the East Palace and his son Zeng Anmin are so close that they can serve as an introduction."
After Ren Weizhi finished speaking, he slowly looked at Ren Xueliang, with a hint of coldness in his voice:
"Watch carefully, study hard, and avoid detours in the officialdom in the future!"
"Yes."
Ren Xueliang's face was extremely respectful.
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The next day.
Zeng Anmin filed a false complaint against the Imperial College.
He did not listen to his father's words and ignored the matter.
Instead, he went to Fa'an Temple.
He wanted to find out what was in the so-called Huangque Temple.
Who is the cripple who came to assassinate him?
During the fight with the assassin.
He learned a very important message.
The assassin was injured and could only use his fifth-grade strength.
In other words, the assassin should have been a fourth-grade assassin before.
As for the fourth-grade warrior, not only in Beijing, but also in the entire Great Holy Dynasty and Nanjiang.
He is also an extremely rare top master who can be regarded as a master!
Don't you see, the Imperial City Division only has four major Tidus, all of which are of the fourth rank.
The top ten tisi... well, now there are nine top tisi left.
The nine great Tisi are just like Chi Bufan, they are in the fifth level breath gathering realm.
Although Bai Ziqing claims to be the best swordsman in the capital.
But his strength is truly at the fourth level.
Otherwise, Emperor Jianhong would not have chosen to take him with him when he went to Jiangnan.
And, such a master.
It will definitely leave a mark in history.
Follow this trace and continue to investigate.
You can definitely find out the clues.
Zeng Anmin and his father had different ideas.
After talking to his father yesterday, he knew that his father probably meant to completely kill Ren Weizhi.
And through this incident, Xiao Xiao was shocked.
But Zeng Anmin didn't think so.
He's not big-minded.
Being assassinated, he would have trouble sleeping and eating unless the person behind the scenes was found out and killed.
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"Donor?"
Little monk Yingchen's eyes flashed with doubts.
He was doing morning classes at this time. When he saw Dao Zeng Anmin, he was obviously a little surprised.
"Amitabha." Zeng Anmin clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute to Yingchen:
"Master Yingchen, you are polite."
Yingchen felt a little flattered when he saw Zeng Anmin being so polite.
He quickly returned the salute.
Then, the slippery little bald head looked behind Zeng Anmin curiously and expectantly:
"Didn't the Tiger Donor come?"
When his eyes noticed that there was no one behind Anmin, they became a little dim.
"I came here specifically to find you today."
Zeng Anmin looked at the bald head of the little monk Yingchen under his arm and couldn't help it.
He gently reached out and touched the little bald head.
Phew~
Feeling comfortable.
Lubricated, smooth...
Zeng Anmin even felt that the feel was no worse than some little girls' B-level lamps.
"Huh?"
Young monk Yingchen felt his bald head being touched, but he didn't show much surprise.
He just looked up curiously and glanced at Zeng Anmin:
"You, like the tiger donor, love to touch the head of a poor monk."
"Hey."
Zeng Anmin showed an extremely innocent smile:
"Can we find a place to chat?"
"Wait a moment, the poor monk and the master will ask for leave."
Young monk Yingchen stood up, first showed an apologetic smile to Zeng Anmin, and then walked towards the old monk in the center of the main hall.
Zeng Anmin waited patiently here.
Young monk Yingchen came to the old monk.
Talking respectfully to the old monk.
The old monk slowly opened his eyes and glanced at Zeng Anmin.
Zeng Anmin happened to meet those eyes.
This glance is like the intersection of thousands of years and the vicissitudes of life.
Zeng Anmin saw countless changes over the years from those eyes.
leave!
This old monk...why does he feel like Master Xu Tianshi? ?
Zeng Anmin's heart beat wildly.
Even though it was just a glance.
Zeng Anmin could clearly feel the old monk's unfathomable depth.
"Hey."
He grinned and showed his white teeth towards the old monk.
A harmless smile.
A smile appeared in the old monk's eyes.
Then he nodded to the young monk Yingchen.
Young monk Yingchen's eyes were visibly happy.
He came back with a spring in his step.
If he were not in the Main Hall, Yingchen would probably jump up.
"Master agrees, donor please..."
Yingchen's smile was extremely clear, and there was a smile in his eyes.
"Please."
……
After the two of them left the Main Hall, they strolled around the temple leisurely.
"I wonder what the donor wants to ask the poor monk?"
After leaving the Main Hall, Yingchen no longer suppressed his nature.
Although his body is thin, he is full of innocence.
Zeng Anmin was not in a hurry, just smiled softly, looked at Yingchen and asked:
"How long have you been a monk?"
When Yingchen heard this, he blinked his eyes, then scratched his head shyly and said:
"The poor monk has been in the temple since he can remember."
"Oh?"
Zeng Anmin touched his chin, looked at Yingchen and said, "So, you are a boy who has become a monk..."
Yingchen was a little confused about Zeng Anmin's words, and there was doubt on his clear face:
"What is a boy?"
"It's okay. The master in the hall just now is your master?"
Zeng Anmin looked at Yingchen curiously and asked, "Are you the abbot of Fa'an Temple?"
Yingchen smiled and shook his head and said: "My master is just a monk, how can he be compared to the abbot?"
? ? ?
Zeng Anmin was in a daze.
After a long time, he nodded thoughtfully.
So, is he at the level of a sweeping monk? ?
"I do have something to ask you today."
Zeng Anmin took out a piece of candy from his arms with a smile and handed it to Yingchen:
"Try it? This is good stuff!"
His voice was full of temptation.
Yingchen just chuckled, did not take it, and said a Buddhist salute to Zeng Anmin:
"Thank you for your kindness. If you have any questions, it's okay to ask. A poor monk cannot accept the gift."
(End of chapter)