"So, we can't go down the path of rebellion at all."

"Which way to go?"

"If Your Majesty only has one son......" Zhai Dongrang looked at King Jing meaningfully.

"You mean......" King Jing raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm!" Zhai Dongrang nodded and said: "Now Your Majesty's health is very bad, if at this time, King Yu dies, Your Majesty may not be able to withstand this blow, maybe it will be ......."

Zhai Dongrang looked at King Jing, and King Jing nodded, indicating that he understood. Zhai Dongrang continued:

"In this way, Your Majesty will only have one son, and even if he does not leave a doctor's order, he can only succeed you to the throne. Even if the ministers disagreed, there was nothing they could do. ”

King Jing's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and said, "Yes, yes, yes." ”

"Your Highness." Zhai Dong said: "Over the years, we have raised a hundred dead soldiers. With these 100 dead soldiers, rebellion is impossible. However, finding an opportunity to kill King Yu should be no problem. If Your Highness decides, I will immediately take these 100 dead soldiers to the capital. Look for an opportunity to assassinate Yuwang. ”

King Jing stood up, walked back and forth in the room a few times, stood still, looked at Zhai Dong and said:

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. If it happens, you will be the land handle by your side. ”

Zhai Dongrang immediately became excited, and said with a solemn expression: "Your Highness, rest assured, this trip will definitely be successful." ”

Capital.

In the teahouse opposite the palace, the boss sat in front of the window and looked at the palace from time to time.

In a private house opposite Yuwang's Mansion, a young man stood quietly in front of the window, looking at Yuwang's Mansion with a faint gaze.

In all important places in the capital, there are such people in various capacities, supervising everything, and then summarizing the news, sending it to Maosheng Hutong, and then selecting it by professional people, sending it to Wang Cuiqiao, Wang Cuiqiao has been selected, and finally sent to Luo Xin.

City gates.

A fortune teller was telling the fortune of an old man, his eyes sweeping over the people entering and leaving the city gate from time to time. If the mouth is like a river, it does not stop fortune-telling.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he couldn't help but speak, and the old man opposite couldn't help but get nervous.

"What's wrong, sir?"

The fortune teller smiled and said, "It's okay, you've had good fortune lately." ”

"Thank you, sir."

The old man put down a dozen copper coins and left with a smile on his face. The fortune teller looked at the city gate again, where a dozen people who looked like merchants walked in, and when the fortune teller saw that there was no one around at this time, he couldn't help muttering softly:

"Where is this businessman, the smell of a killer is too strong."

"Huh?"

His gaze suddenly shrank, and he saw seven people dressed as Confucian scholars walking in through the city gate. One of the thin people is none other than Zhai Dongrang.

He naturally knew Zhai Dongrang, and Wang Cuiqiao showed them portraits.

"Sir, do the math for me." At this time, an old woman sat across from the fortune teller.

The fortune teller nodded at once, and then glanced at the poor scholar who was writing letters for someone else. The corner of his eye glanced at Zhai Dongrang. The poor scholar cleaned up the stall, and then slowly followed behind Zhai Dongrang.

"Old woman, I'll show you......"

The fortune teller's voice was another one, and he saw twenty peasants with carts walking in from outside the city gates, and in his eyes, they were not peasants at all, but killers.

"Something is going to happen!"

The fortune teller muttered, and then said to a young man selling baked cakes beside him:

"Get me a pancake!"

"Okay!"

The young man brought over a baked cake, exchanged glances with the fortune teller, and then said to the fortune teller:

"Uncle, you can help me take a look at the stall, I'll go and make it convenient."

"Lazy donkey, lazy, urine, hurry up."

"Thank you, uncle."

The young man departed, following the peasants.

After telling the old woman's fortune, the fortune teller cleaned up his stall and hurried towards the lush alley.

"You mean Zhai Dong is here?" Wang Cuiqiao's phoenix eyes looked at the fortune teller deeply.

"Well, I've asked Liangzi to follow Zhai Dongrang, and Wuzi to follow those killers who pretend to be farmers."

Wang Cuiqiao thought for a moment, then shouted outside, "Sister Lan." ”

"Miss!" A woman in her thirties walked in.

Wang Cuiqiao quickly wrote a note, sealed it in the wax pill, handed it to Sister Lan and said, "Let people send it to the master as quickly as possible." ”

"Yes!" Sister Lan left in a hurry.

"Miss, then I'm ......"

"You wait here with me, and wait for the person who is following me to come back."

"Yes!"

Ministry of Rites.

Lu Daqing, who was chatting with some adult scholars in the ear amp, was suddenly told that someone in Luo Mansion wanted to see Luo Xin. Lu Daqing nodded calmly, then walked out of the ear amplifier and walked towards the gate of the Ministry of Rites. His face couldn't help but become solemn.

came to Luo Xin in such a hurry, there are only two places, one is that something happened to Luofu, and the other is that Wang Cuiqiao has made an important discovery. There should be no accident in Luofu, so it is said that Wang Cuiqiao has discovered something important.

When he came to the gate, he saw a middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man also saw Lu Daqing, so he opened his mouth and called:

"Daqing."

"Uncle Wang!" Lu Daqing walked quickly to Uncle Wang, lowered his voice and said, "What happened?" ”

Uncle Wang glanced around, secretly handed over the wax pill, and Lu Daqing secretly and skillfully put it into his sleeve. Uncle Wang lowered his voice and said:

"To the master, urgent."

"Got it." Lu Daqing nodded.

Lu Daqing returned to the Ministry of Rites and walked towards Luo Xin's duty room. Luo Xin is just a waiter of the Sanpin Rite Department, and he does not have an independent duty room. After Lu Daqing knocked on the door and entered, he looked at Luo Xin. Luo Xin stood up and walked out the door. A few other people didn't care, everyone had such things happen from time to time, there was something in the house that they needed to deal with, and such a private matter was naturally not good to talk about in front of everyone.

Luo Xin walked out of the door, swept his eyes, and walked towards a big tree, walked to the shade of the big tree, and looked at Lu Daqing, Lu Daqing handed the wax pill to Luo Xin, and at the same time blocked other angles with his body. Luo Xin glanced around, the surroundings were very quiet, and there was no one, so he crushed the wax pill, took out the note from it, glanced at it hurriedly, put the note away, and handed the crushed wax pill to Lu Daqing. Then he turned around and went back to the duty room.

He didn't give any instructions, and he believed that Wang Cuiqiao would definitely handle it very well. When I get home from work, there will be new news.

It's just that......

Luo Xin sat behind his bookcase, frowning slightly.

"What is this Zhai Dongrang doing when he comes back? What does King Jing want to do? ”

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