Chapter 149 Three Assassinations 2
The hall was silent.
Si Yu lifted his chin, his appearance was handsome and dignified, and he was full of amazing talent.
In his dark eyes, there is a deep determination and confidence.
Emperor Yuan Chun stared at him for a while, then replied in a deep voice, "I will give you just one night.
If Chen'er wakes up early in the morning, you will be credited with saving the prince, and I will grant you a wish. Otherwise, I will not be able to keep your life. "
In fact, the Holy Majesty does not believe that the Third Prince will wake up.
After all, the imperial doctor said that the third prince would not survive tonight.
But since Si Yu took the initiative to deliver it to his door, why didn't he take advantage of this opportunity to get rid of this restless factor?
All the officials obviously guessed what Yuan Chundi was thinking, and they all sympathized with Si Yu very much.
Emperor Yuanchun ordered someone to carry the big bed, and then put the third prince on the bed.
From now on, everyone can only stay in the hall and wait for the dawn with Emperor Yuan Chun.
Emperor Yuan Chun felt sorry for his youngest son, and after thinking about it, he was still upset, and ordered Si Yu coldly, "If Chen'er doesn't wake up for a moment, you will be a sinner for a moment. Go to Zhengwumen and kneel now, and wait until dawn to make a decision."
Si Yu nodded.
Turn around and walk out of the hall.
Song Ting wanted to plead for mercy, but thunder, rain and dew are all the grace of the king. At this time, the more pleading, the more unfavorable it is to Si Yu.
Song Zhao took advantage of people not paying attention.
quietly followed out.
The night was cool.
Song Zhao blocked Si Yu's way on the Qingshi path, his eyes were bright, "Fourth brother, why do you use the third prince, my father is planning to ask the emperor to help you tonight, you don't have to take risks."
Since the third prince fell ill just now, after Si Yu made those actions and said those words.
Song Zhao understood Si Yu's purpose.
He knew that the third prince was Emperor Yuanchun's favorite prince, so he wanted to take this opportunity to ask for a favor from Emperor Yuanchun in public.
Afterwards, the third prince woke up, and the emperor spoke well, so Si Yu had the opportunity to start a career in a fair and honest manner.
Si Yu's eyes were indifferent, "Do you think that with just a few words from Uncle Song, the emperor will agree with the Song family to support me?
That will only put the Song family and me at the forefront. "
Emperor Yuan Chun was already suspicious of Song Tin, if Song Tin offered to support him, the former prince, it would anger Emperor Yuan Chun and put the Song family in crisis.
This is imperial power!
Standing on the pinnacle of power, above ten thousand people, no one's strength can compete with it!
Although Si Yu had a hole card, it was all in the dark.
He can only use this method to develop the dark forces to the bright side in a logical way.
Fast and powerful, he thought.
Let the little girl know how powerful he is.
Song Zhao soon understood the truth and remained silent.
"Azhao thinks brother is very bad, doesn't he?"
Si Yu suddenly pulled his lips and smiled faintly.
The girl in front of her opened her eyes, the pupils were so clean that Si Yu's throat tightened.
Blood and evil were tactful in his eyes, colliding with thrilling lights and shadows.
Si Yu said coldly, "I was born in hell, grew up in darkness, and was destined to do evil all my life."
He is different from her.
She is the daughter of the general family, the light of righteousness.
And he was crawling in the gutter, and he had to fight for whatever he wanted.
The pure and kind little lady raised by the Song family must not be able to accept him like this.
She must be disappointed.
Looking back now, it's still too late.
He looked as usual, but he didn't dare to look at Song Zhao's reaction, so he walked away.
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In the middle of the night, the imperial city began to rain.
The palace lanes are winding and brightly lit.
Song Zhao stood behind Zhengwumen, looking at the boy kneeling there from a distance.
The wind and rain made the lights dizzy, and scattered mottled spots on the gravel road.
Outside the palace wall is a peach forest, and the peach blossoms are carried into the palace alley by the wind.
A few peach petals fluttered in the air, like the light of fireflies, quietly falling on the girl's temples.
Si Yu's expression was colder than the night.
He lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a thick shadow under the dark light.
Even kneeling, his back is still straight and his posture is extremely noble.
Song Zhao walked towards him step by step.
She held the dagger in her hand, and her heart was in a mess.
She knew that today was the last chance to assassinate Si Yu.
If it fails again, the powerful minister will rise up and be invincible.
A few years later, the dynasty will be wiped out by him.
All must die.
She is the first daughter of the Jiangmen, and she should get rid of the demons in this chaotic world.
But she couldn't stop thinking of what the powerful minister said.
He was born in hell, grew up in darkness, and was doomed to do evil all his life.
At the beginning of human beings, nature is good.
In this world, no one is born evil.
The powerful minister was born noble, and should have sat on the throne of the emperor, but the reality was skinny, he fell from heaven, and endured the humiliation.
What others can do easily, he needs to spend more effort.
He must have had a hard life.
Song Zhao got closer to Si Yu, holding the dagger in his palm, sweating profusely.
With the growth environment of the powerful minister, his abnormality and distortion are all doomed.
How innocent is he.
Song Zhao thought of the kindness Mr. Quan Chen had treated her during this time, and he really regarded her as his younger sister.
Maybe the powerful minister was just on a whim, but the moment he was kind to her, he was sincere.
She wants to kill him, so what is the right path for her?
Before he knew it, Song Zhao had come behind Si Yu.