Chapter 338 Entering the Palace to Meet the Saint, This Emperor Is Not an Emperor

Most of the dozens of pieces of letter paper contained the list of Yue Chan who had sneaked into the imperial court and the location of the Duotian Creation Formation.

As for the rest, it was all information pried out from the mouth of the puppet master Yu Meng.

These include the secret of Yue Chan, the identity of the national master, and the plot of the queen.

——A terrible conspiracy to refine the entire capital and the people under its rule into elixirs.

All this made Prime Minister Song frown.

After a long time, he took a deep breath.

Without saying anything else, he picked up his pen and ink and wrote down the information he had found over the past few days on the back of the letter.

——Although it has not yet been found out where Empress Qi hid after she gave up her identity as a national preceptor, one thing that Prime Minister Song can be sure of is that as long as Empress Qi does not want to give up Zhan Tiansi, then her new disguised identity will only He could be a senior member of Zhantiansi.

So, he followed this line of thought to investigate.

A name came into Prime Minister Song's sight without any surprise.

——Xishenjun, Hongling.

This woman who has had a smooth journey since birth was a little too smooth. If it were normal times, Song Xiangdu would only think that she was extremely lucky and blessed by God.

But after the Qi Queen thing happened, looking back, we can find some clues.

There is no free gift in the world.

Since the Imperial Master, whose identity was robbed by Queen Qi, had protected Xishenjun Hongling over and over again, there was no way he was just bored.

There must be a deeper motivation behind this.

Although there is no evidence now, Prime Minister Song wrote down his suspicions about her in a letter, folded it into a paper crane again and let it fly.

He knew that the paper crane would return to its owner, the judge.

If this had happened in the past, he might have held back and taken the opportunity to find out the details of the judge.

But at this time, Prime Minister Song did not choose to use the paper crane's whereabouts to find out the judge's true identity.

Because that's no longer important.

"Zi Qiu, I ordered my men to prepare their horses. I am going to Beijing to face the Holy Spirit!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, a jet black carriage slowly drove out from the Prime Minister's Mansion and headed towards the palace.

At this moment, look at the Jinluan Palace. Emperor Qiyuan is sitting on the throne, dressed disheveled. He is surrounded by several beautiful palace daughters wearing vague gauze. He peels off a grape with a smile and takes out the inside. The emerald-colored flesh was held between slender jade fingers and put into Emperor Qiyuan's mouth.

The latter grunted, swallowed, and let out a long breath.

There was a look of enjoyment on his face.

Enjoy your time.

Looking at His Highness Jinluan, the place where countless civil and military officials usually discuss court affairs is now filled with melodious strings and bamboos, harmonious music of harp and harp, and under the music played by a famous musician, soft and boneless dancers dance gracefully, wearing light gauze. Curtain, so happy!

In addition, all over the palace, exquisite animal-headed incense burners are curling up with smoke, and the faint fragrance lingers in the Jinluan Palace. The smoke is clear but does not rise, surrounding the floor, forming a dense fog, like a fairyland on earth.

Under the throne, there is a red-robed eunuch sitting on a wooden chair, holding a wooden fish and tapping it rhythmically.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

…

But in this luxurious atmosphere, look at the door of Jinluan Palace. Song Xiang, wearing a purple robe, a long belt around his waist, and a meticulous expression, slowly walked in, looking so out of place with everything around him.

Looking at everything in front of him, Prime Minister Song frowned slightly.

At that moment, the expressions of the musicians and dancers immediately changed, and they all stopped and stood with their heads bowed. The maids who served Emperor Qi Yuan also bowed and retreated.

In the Jinluan Hall, the only sound left was the sound of the eunuch banging the wooden fish.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds... they are heard endlessly.

Xiang Song was upset when he heard this.

"Song Aiqing, you also know that I love the sound of wooden fish. It is clear, sweet and refreshing. Don't even deprive me of this hobby!"

Emperor Qiyuan opened his eyes, sighed helplessly, and waved his hand.

So except for the eunuch who was knocking the wooden fish, all the waiters bowed and left.

"Song Aiqing, what's the matter?" Emperor Qi Yuan straightened his clothes, straightened his posture, and asked.

Prime Minister Song knelt down on one knee and said without any hesitation: "I have two things to do when I meet the Holy Spirit today - firstly, a few days ago, I wrote down all my conjectures and conclusions regarding the death of the Imperial Master of Zhantiansi. The memorial has been submitted, has your majesty read it?"

"Oh..." Emperor Qiyuan was stunned, as if he remembered something insignificant:

"I saw it, I saw it, but this person will die one day. Now that Qu Aiqing is gone, I feel extremely sad.

As for Song Aiqing's memorial... I still think that Song Aiqing was overly concerned - Qu Aiqing, as a national teacher, was refining Qi warriors for our Fourth Realm of Great Xia. How could he be murdered? I'm afraid only God can accept him. life. "

Song Xiang frowned after hearing this.

Previously, after the death of the Imperial Preceptor, he received a letter from the judge, which explained all the truth about the Imperial Preceptor being replaced by his concubine over the years.

At that time, after carefully considering his words and sentences, he submitted a memorial and told Qi Yuan that there was something fishy about the death of the imperial master.

But there was no mention of the concubine.

Because at that time, he was not sure whether the current Emperor Qi Yuan was being manipulated.

But today I heard this answer from His Majesty.

All I can say is...probably he didn't run away.

So, Prime Minister Song took a deep breath, looked at Emperor Qiyuan, and stopped dwelling on the issue of the death of the national teacher. He suddenly changed the subject: "Your Majesty, do you remember that thirty years ago, I made a wrong judgment on a case, and you criticized me, saying that in this vast country, we can write with a light brush, and the weight of a thousand kilograms will fall on the ground. Remember to be cautious! Be cautious! Be cautious!"

Emperor Qiyuan was stunned, and after a while he slapped his head: "It seems that this is true, but after that, it seems that Minister Song has never made a wrong judgment on a case again? I am very relieved!"

After listening, Prime Minister Song looked at Emperor Qiyuan deeply, and stood up: "Since Your Majesty has made a conclusion about the death of the national teacher, I will not say more, and I will leave."

After that, without waiting for Emperor Qiyuan to speak, he turned around and left.

Emperor Qiyuan just sat on the throne and looked at him.

Suddenly, his face changed, his eyes suddenly became struggling, and he stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to grab something.

Dong!

The next moment, the sound of wooden fish sounded, and Emperor Qiyuan's eyes regained calm again, and his hands were put down. Everything just now seemed like an illusion.

Prime Minister Song seemed to have sensed something, turned around, and saw Emperor Qiyuan, who was smiling as always.

In the end, he left.

Only the dignified Emperor of Daxia was left sitting there like a puppet in the Golden Throne Hall.

The struggling emotions in his eyes kept changing.

It was like a wild animal imprisoned in an unknown place, trying to break free from the cage.

But as the crisp and long sound of wooden fish continued to sound, the struggle and clarity slowly dissipated.

It was as if he was locked up in a deeper prison.

And Emperor Qiyuan's face returned to normal, and he waved his hand.

"Continue to play music, continue to dance."

The carriage of the prime minister's mansion slowly drove out of the palace.

On the carriage, Prime Minister Song's face was quite ugly.

He Ziqiu looked up and asked, "Teacher, on the way to the palace, didn't you say that in addition to the death of the national teacher, you also had to report the matter of the Heaven-stealing Creation Array and the Moon Cicada to His Majesty? Why did you leave in a hurry before you finished speaking?"

Prime Minister Song glanced at him and let out a long breath: "Is it unnecessary?"

He Ziqiu was surprised: "Why?"

Prime Minister Song lifted the curtain and shook his head: "Because the one on the throne is no longer His Majesty."

He Ziqiu was stunned.

Then, Prime Minister Song continued to explain: "Master, I have never made a mistake in any case - Master, I have never made a mistake in any case in my life.

And thirty years ago, the iron-blooded Majesty who could kill his biological mother for the sake of the country could not have said such a thing, and he never said such a thing to Master."

He Ziqiu's eyes widened, "Teacher... Teacher, are you deceiving the Majesty just now?"

Prime Minister Song nodded,

"If he is really the Majesty back then, he would not lie like this to agree with Master and admit something that does not exist at all.

So, the Majesty on the throne now is no longer the Majesty back then - but seeing that he can still control the imperial seal that only the Zhou family's royal bloodline can control, so Master believes that the Majesty's body should be real, but his mind has probably been controlled.

In this case, mentioning the matter of the Heaven-stealing Creation Array and the Moon Cicada to him again will not only have no effect, but will also alert the enemy."

After hearing this, He Ziqiu suddenly realized it!

But that's all.

If ordinary people heard that the emperor of Daxia was controlled by someone, they would probably be shocked to the point of dropping their eyes.

But for He Ziqiu, in his eyes, the emperor is also a human being. Since he is a human being, no matter what happens to him, it is not surprising.

"What do you plan to do now, teacher?" He Ziqiu raised his head and asked.

Song Xiang looked at him and asked, "Ziqiu, what do you think your teacher should do now?"

He Ziqiu was stunned, and then he thought seriously, "In Ziqiu's humble opinion, dealing with the great formation of heaven-stealing should be the top priority, after all, it is related to the life and death of tens of millions of people under the rule of the entire capital.

And according to the dragon-shaped Qi-refining masters under the teacher, it should not be difficult to do these things except that it takes some time." Song Xiang nodded with satisfaction.

"Besides, your Majesty is your Majesty after all, and you are the ruler of a country after all." He Ziqiu frowned and continued, "If you want to completely kill the Queen Qi, you should let your Majesty regain consciousness." After listening to this, Prime Minister Song nodded again: "Very good, it is consistent with what I think, Ziqiu, you have learned a lot." He Ziqiu scratched his head, "It's all because of the good teaching of the teacher." Prime Minister Song was stunned, and smiled for the first time in a long time: "It seems that it is right to let you go to Lichun Tower. You didn't say such smooth words before." After a pause, he exhaled a long breath. "--In this way, if something happens to the teacher in the future, there is no need to worry about no one inheriting the throne."