Zhu Biao's face suddenly changed. He stared at Li Weizheng in a daze, and a ridiculous thought arose in his heart: This person is not a human, but a ghost.

He had already seen that one of the big reasons why his father had not settled the Hu Weiyong case for more than ten years was that Li Shanchang was not dead. He had too much influence in the court, and his father was unable to take action. Two months ago, his father had already spoken to end the Hu Weiyong case as soon as possible. When everyone was happy, only Zhu Biao knew that his father had decided to kill Li Shanchang, but at this moment, Li Weizheng actually saw that the emperor had murderous intent on Li Shanchang. He was just a small official! It was impossible to see through this with his identity, but now.

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Zhu Biao restrained the shock in his heart and tried to smile in an understatement tone: "Didn't you say that the emperor would not believe that the assassination was done by Li Shanchang?"

"That's right, even if the emperor believes that the assassination was done by Grandmaster Li, I believe that Your Majesty will never use this case to convict Grandmaster Li."

Li Weizheng's answer was calm, as if all the prince's reactions were as expected. Zhu Biao couldn't hold back his breath, and a shocked expression emerged from his eyes, lips and other parts. It took him a long time to squeeze out two words: "Why?"

"What the emperor wants is evidence that Mr. Li colluded with Hu Weiyong to rebel. The assassination of the prince was inconsistent with the emperor's plan. Moreover, if the prince was assassinated, the emperor would definitely guess that it was done by the kings, which involved the stability of the Eastern Palace. I think the emperor would not cause much trouble."

Now Zhu Biao finally believed that this person really saw that the emperor had murderous intent towards Li Shanchang, and the shock in his heart gradually disappeared. After all, he was the prince, and his loss of composure would only be for a moment. Soon he returned to his calm expression. He waved his hand and ordered Li Wei to sit down.

Zhu Biao pondered for a moment, then asked slowly: "Since the emperor would not believe that the assassination was done by Li Shanchang, what's the point of us asking Li Shanchang to rescue him?"

"Your Highness, our purpose is to eliminate the crimes of Duke Liang. Only by taking Master Li to punish him can the case be transferred, and the big things will be turned into small things."

Li Weizheng also felt Zhu Biao's calmness, which was what he expected. Staying calm is a basic quality that a superior person must have. He hoped that Zhu Biao could rationally analyze his plan instead of being emotional and kill him with one stick. As long as Zhu Biao could calmly consider it, he would feel relieved even if he did not accept his plan in the end. In this way, they could reach a tacit understanding in the years to come. Therefore, from this perspective, his plan to cause trouble to Li Shanchang is also a test and a test.

Zhu Biao lowered his head and said nothing. The room was very quiet. He stood up again and walked slowly to the window. After a long time, he sighed slightly, "I understand what you mean. I want to think about it again."

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Time passed little by little, and the mist on the field became thicker. The mist like milk enveloped the entire Haotang Town. It was impossible to see the figure clearly within thirty steps, but the assassins ambushed on the periphery had never moved. From the first tentative attack to the present, their figures never appeared again. Many people wondered whether the assassin had withdrawn. Several guards relaxed their vigilance and sat on the stairs tiredly. But the guard leader Yu Ping was even more nervous. He kept whispering to the lazy guards. He had already smelled the murderous intent hidden in peace. The enemy was accumulating strength. Just as the tiger always had to squat back before attacking, the enemy's next attack would be a full-struggle attack.

In front of the window, Li Weizheng's expression gradually became serious. Zhu Biao thought that the King of Yan would not really kill him because he still had a brotherly relationship in his heart. But Li Weizheng should know what King of Yan Zhu Di did after his father Zhu Yuanzhang died. Compared to Zhu Di's cruel and vicious heart, Zhu Biao was generous and kind. Although he was a lord who could serve him to die, the winner of the power struggle was often Zhu Yuanzhang. History was often written by them for those who were cruel and ruthless.

However, what made Li Weizheng worried was not Zhu Biao's kindness and kindness. Zhu Biao's kindness and kindness was the shining point that attracted him to serve him. What he was worried about was Zhu Biao's indecision. If his plan could be accepted, he would be rejected. It has been delayed for more than an hour now. If he didn't make a decision, they might not be able to survive tonight.

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In the room, Zhu Biao looked at the roof with his hands behind his back and said nothing. He had been considering Li Weizheng's plan for more than an hour. He also admitted that this was the best way to get Lan Yu out of suspicion and a trick to resolve the death of King Yan. However, this plan was too ruthless and still made him hesitate and he could not make this move.

"Xiaoru, what do you think of this plan?" Zhu Biao was really hard to decide. He hoped to get some inspiration from Fang Xiaoru.

Compared to Zhu Biao's indecisiveness, Fang Xiaoru had a clear attitude. He firmly opposed Li Weizheng's plan. "Your Highness, Master Li has made contributions to the country. He has no way to avoid disaster at this time. Your Highness should provide help at this time. How can he put down the wrong person and make him unkind? Your Highness should take the initiative to explain this matter to the emperor. With the emperor's wise wisdom, he will definitely understand that this case has nothing to do with General Lan, so he blames the King of Yan. Your Highness is the crown prince of a country. He was always kind and forgiving at that time, and he should not believe such despicable damage."

After opposing the plan, Fang Xiaoru still felt inadequate. From the matter to the people, he was even more dissatisfied with Li Weizheng. He looked down on Li Weizheng from a humble background and had no fame. Now Li Weizheng has made such a humiliating and righteous plan. How can he not let him be indignant? From this matter, we can see that Li Wei is a cruel and vicious person and must not be entrusted to the prince to value it.

"Your Highness, the Analects of Confucius has a word, and the fault of a gentleman is like the eclipse of the sun and the moon. The people of Jin also said: Those who are close to red are red, and those who are close to ink are black; those who are close to harmonious sounds are clear, and those who are straight will be straight. Your Highness is the crown prince of a country. You should be headed by virtue cultivation and must not be influenced by these vicious conspiracies and tricks. A villain like Li Weizheng should be far away from him, and I am not to be in case of trouble."

He was slightly different from Fang Xiaoru's scholar's businessman's spirit, Zhu Biao was also a pragmatic person to a certain extent. For example, his sleeves always secretly hide the portrait of Queen Ma. After his father was angry at him several times, he would deliberately fall out of Queen Ma's portrait to calm his father's anger. He really knew his father. He knew that if he explained to the emperor frankly according to Fang Xiaoru's words, the emperor would not only not let Lan Yu go, but would hate him even deeper. How could the emperor admit that his son had fraternal siblings?

After hearing Fang Xiaoru's serious statement, Zhu Biao couldn't help but explain to Li Weizheng: "Although his plan is ruthless, it is not enough to determine whether someone is wrong or whether the knife is a weapon, it varies from person to person. It is too early for Xiaoru to draw a conclusion to him like this."

"Your Highness, listen to me." Fang Xiaoru was extremely sad when he saw the prince being obsessed with it. He knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly, "Although your Highness is now in employed people, he should also look for talents and let the Confucian disciples with benevolent and righteousness accompany your highness. In the future, the highness can only make the art of benevolence and righteousness they learned benevolence and righteousness be the world. Li Wei was born in a humble and had no merits and reputations. If your Highness valued this person, he would definitely block the benevolent people in the world. The rooster crowed and dog thieves were secretly happy. The slightest gain was lost, but he would lose a thousand miles between gains and losses. Please think twice!"

Zhu Biao didn't speak for a long time. Although Fang Xiaoru was good at learning, he was still a little too young in political struggles. But there were too many scholars like Fang Xiaoru around him, and there were too few good planners like Li Weizheng. In the future, the emperor's father returned to heaven and the King of Yan attacked him. What would he do to deal with him? Li Wei was a powerful weapon for dealing with the King of Yan, and it was hard to get it. However, Fang Xiaoru's words reminded him from another aspect that if Li Weizheng was valued, it would inevitably arouse the jealousy of many vested interests. He was not protected by the shield of fame and reputation, and he was more likely to be slandered. He had to be extremely careful.

"Your Highness!" Yu Ping, the chief guard, stumbled and ran in, reporting urgently: "The assassins began to show up, with nearly a hundred people, and they were going to launch a large attack."

"Ah!" Fang Xiaoru exclaimed, walked quickly to the window, pierced the window paper with his fingers and looked out. A faint black shadow really appeared in the thick fog. There were a large number of people. Although they were slow, they had a murderous intent that forced people's hearts. Zhu Biao's face gradually became solemn, and he began to realize that the fourth brother was going to attack him.

"Your Highness, have you decided?" Li Wei suddenly appeared at the door.

"I've decided." Zhu Biao smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can't accept your plan. My father will take care of it and will never involve innocent people. As for Lan Yu, I can only leave it to fate."

"Will your Highness punish me for disrespect?"

"Since I promised you, how could I regret it? Don't worry, no matter what you said, I will never blame you."

Li Weijing bowed deeply, "Thank you, Your Highness, for forgiveness of the empress." After that, he turned around and strode away.

"Li Weizheng, where are you going?" Zhu Biao couldn't help but chase him out.

"I'll kill the thief, please don't panic." Li Weizheng's firm answer came from afar. Zhu Biao looked at his back and nodded secretly. This rare talent could not let him run away no matter what.

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A low horn sounded in the thick fog, and the fierce attack finally began. This time it was no longer a test. Thirty strong men in black launched an attack from the front, with ten people from both sides to support it. The inn wall collapsed, and the flying dust was shot like rain. Although it was not as strong as the two armies facing each other, the short arrows shot by the powerful martial artsmen were more fierce and the angle was more tricky. In a moment, two guards on the second floor were caught in the arrow and screamed and fell downstairs.

The doors and windows on the first floor of the inn were all broken, and the battlefield quickly moved from the yard to the inner hall, but the attack was blocked at the entrance of the stairs. The guards who had been weak and retreating suddenly broke out. The man in black who was attacking was caught off guard, and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Several heads fell to the ground. The air was filled with pungent blood. The blood made the man in black become extremely fierce. Even if the person rushing in front had been killed, the people behind were still rushing upwards. With a corpse shield, the powerful impact force actually broke a pillar beside the stairs. The stairs suddenly heard a terrible creaking sound. A large area of ​​dust plunged above the head. The guards could not resist and retreated upstairs one after another. With a loud "boom" sound, half of the stairs collapsed. Three guards fell from the stairs and were immediately cut to the ground by the man in black and died tragically on the spot.

The fragility of the stairs seemed to have made the attack organizers think of something. A little fire suddenly appeared in the thick fog. "Fire Attack!" Fang Xiaoru screamed, and everyone in the room was silent. The most terrifying scene finally appeared. The assassin began to use the most primitive but effective method of "fire". A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Biao's mouth, "Old Fourth, even if I die, this position may not be your turn."

Almost everyone realized the arrival of the last moment, the bow and arrow stopped fighting back, the attack stopped quietly, inside and outside the inn was silent, only the fire was getting closer and closer, as if the grim smile was blooming on the face of the God of Death.

Suddenly, a low voice came from the roof, and the sound echoed in the wilderness and clearly reached everyone's ears, "Listen, the assassin, is the Prince of the Ming Dynasty in the inn? Are you gathering a group to rebel and want to be destroyed by the nine clans? Your prince has an order, and those who leave will be exempted from death!"

'Li Weizheng.' Fang Xiaoru was angry, "How dare he do that...?"

Zhu Biao waved his hand to stop him, "I have promised him not to punish him!"

Outside the window, Li Weizheng's voice was still repeating, "You are blinded and do not know the truth. Your Highness has given an order. Those who leave quickly will be exempted from death!"

"The Yingwu Guard Army is coming soon. If you don't leave, your life will be difficult to save!"

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In the vast fog, the fire seemed to weaken and retreat. The stolen sound came from the thick fog. The sound became louder and louder, mixed with angry questioning and the sound of swords throwing the ground. A smile of praise flashed in Zhu Biao's eyes. Those who do big things should be careless about the details.

At this time, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from afar, and stopped a hundred steps away. Then, a harsh gong sounded in the thick fog. The sound was short and urgent. The light of fire suddenly disappeared. The man in black who rushed into the inn suddenly retreated like a tide, rushed into the black fog, and disappeared in an instant, as if he had left the country by a storm, and the outside of the inn became quiet again.

Suddenly, a loud horn sound came from the direction of Haotang Mountain, high and excited, like a long crow of a rooster pierced the long dark night.

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Chapter completed!