"Father is so powerful." Zong Zixiao kicked and stomped on the small stones on the road. There was a long step in front of him. When he stepped down, the gravel rolled down peelingly. In the silent dark night, he was the only thing other than his heartbeat. the hustle and bustle.
Zong Ziheng listened to his own heartbeat, and couldn't stop clamoring since the moment Zong Minghe released the Zongxuan Sword Eighth Heaven.
"Father...is he so powerful?" Zong Zixiao asked hesitantly. He stopped and looked at his elder brother who was silent all the way.
Zong Ziheng also stopped, he raised his head, the crescent moon was like a hook, hanging above his head like a sharp weapon for murder, the moonlight spread out on the white snow, making it even more gloomy and cold.
"Everyone says that one has to be extremely talented to break through the eighth heaven. I have never heard that my father has such a root, but my uncle..." Zong Zixiao said puzzledly, "Brother, uncle is our Zong family's best!" You are a powerful monk, if your father has broken through the eighth heaven, then uncle should be out of the gate too."
Zong Ziheng lowered his head, his forehead and hair danced in the wind and snow, concealing the emotion in his eyes.
"Brother?"
"Uncle, it's time to leave the customs." Zong Ziheng made a muffled and cold voice.
"Uncle should be faster than father, it's strange."
"Do you miss Uncle?"
"Hmm." Zong Zixiao thought for a while, "Actually, I can't remember what uncle looks like. I was only eight or nine years old when he retreated."
"Me too... I don't even have a portrait of my uncle." Zong Ziheng's voice couldn't hide his sadness.
Now that things have happened, he can no longer find any more excuses for Zong Minghe. Most people in the world are just surprised. It is rumored that the emperor with mediocre aptitude can achieve such achievements. The daimyo Zong clan has been silent for three generations and is finally about to regain its glory. The significance of this matter is no small matter. Perhaps only he and Lu Zhaofeng know the dirty and bloody truth in the world.
Why is such a despicable and cruel person his own father.
Lu Zhaofeng holds this secret that is enough to destroy the Zong family, how will he use it
Zong Minghe, who is now sitting on a magnanimous fairyland and honoring his ancestors, would never have imagined in his dreams that the "Yan Shu" who stood up for him and knew all about him was actually someone else, and that person hated him to the bone and was waiting for an opportunity to steal his life. Jiangshan, let him never recover.
Zong Ziheng didn't know how to bear these secrets, he didn't know how to face his father, he was wronged by his uncle and the monk who died in vain, but he wanted to protect his younger brother and the Zong family's century-old foundation, what should he do
"Brother, you seem to be very preoccupied." Zong Zixiao closed Zong Ziheng's cloak so that the front of the cloak could not see through the cold wind, "Father, you are not happy that you can do this?"
"..." Zong Ziheng said in a low voice, "I'm as surprised as you are."
"But it's always a good thing. It would be great if the uncle could leave the customs earlier." Zong Zixiao thought for a moment and said, "But everyone guessed wrong. Father didn't plan to set up a reserve, so brother can rest assured."
"Maybe it's just not announced at this moment." Zong Ziheng thought that the rumors some time ago might have been deliberately released to test the reactions of all parties, including showing his cultivation level at the birthday banquet, which seemed to be a demonstration to the whole world.
"Actually, I don't want to be the emperor." Zong Zixiao stood in front of his elder brother, staring at those warm and beautiful eyes, "I just don't want to see my elder brother being wronged."
"Brother is not wronged."
"Liar." Zong Zixiao muttered, "Brother always protects us and thinks about us, but no one protects and thinks about Big Brother."
Zong Ziheng put his arms around his younger brother's shoulders: "As an elder brother, you naturally have to bear more. Besides, don't you always think about your elder brother?"
"Not enough." Zong Zixiao pursed his lips and said unwillingly, "If you wait for me, I will become very strong. If my father can reach the eighth heaven, I will be able to reach the ninth heaven. I want to be above the Kyushu. A person can wrong you."
Zong Ziheng smiled and said, "Okay, brother is waiting for you."
The two of them had just stepped down the stone steps when they suddenly heard a bell ringing like thunder. They both turned their heads and looked at the bell tower in the distance, their faces changed.
The sound of the bell represents a major change in the Wuji Palace, and the strongest barrier needs to be deployed immediately, and no one is allowed to enter or leave.
At this time, everyone in the Wuji Palace would first think that something happened to Emperor Zong, and the two of them were no exception. They rushed towards Zong Minghe's bedroom with their hearts hanging.
But halfway through the run, they found that many palace people were gathering in the opposite direction.
"Your Highness, Your Highness Ninth." A servant said in horror, "Something happened to His Highness Second!"
The upheaval of this night seemed to start from Zong Minghe's tyrannical sword, and he rushed towards the abyss of being out of control with a destructive force.
When Zong Ziheng saw Zong Zimo who was dying horribly, his body also became cold and stiff.
Crying, angry scolding, mourning, like a boiling pot in the ear, murmured and mumbled together, words and sentences can no longer be distinguished, and figures of figures are busy and intertwined in front of the eyes, gradually turning into unrecognizable afterimages .
Everything is messed up.
But he can't be messed up, he received the first order from Zong Minghe in grief - to arrest all the guests who came to celebrate the birthday -
That night, the entire famous city was sleepless, and before dawn, the news that Zong Tianzi's son-in-law was poisoned and killed would spread throughout Kyushu.
This is the first day since the Flood Dragon Meeting, the Daming City was lifted, and it will probably be the last day.
Zongziheng and Zongzixiao took a group of monks and surrounded the two residences in Daming City overnight, put up barriers, imprisoned everyone, and strictly interrogated them.
At this time, Wuji Palace is like a pond in a golden city, not even a bird can fly out. No matter who the poisoner was, he was undoubtedly still in Daming City.
On the second day after the incident, the head of the Wuliang Sect and Li Xiangtong's brother rushed to Daming together.
Zong Ziheng and Zong Zixiao checked the foreign guests and stayed up for three days and two nights, but they did not find any suspicious person or thing among the guests.
After returning to the palace, the two ran into Huang Hong and Huang Wu.
"Is there any progress?" Zong Ziheng asked anxiously.
Huang Hongdao: "One of His Highness's servants disappeared, and his body was just found in the lotus pond a few hours ago."
"How did he die?" Zong Zixiao's eyes widened.
"He was silenced." Huang Wu said solemnly, "It's just that now, it's not clear whether he was bribed, poisoned and silenced, or he was silenced only after discovering the poisoner."
"What about the poison?"
"The poison is a bit rare, and its formula is similar to that of Yaogu's Wudu powder, but the ratio is a bit rough. The emperor asked the pharmacist to see it. It doesn't look like it was formulated by someone who is specialized in this way, but it seems to be made by a folk prescription. Called out."
"Has this formula medicine valley ever been made public, what clues can we find?"
"Yaogu never announces the formula of the poison, but it is spread among the people. In this prescription, there is a medicine that may provide a clue." Huang Hongdao, "The red fat that is used in the largest amount in the prescription can only be found in the red soil of the South China Sea. , because refining is very difficult and its use is not wide, there are very few merchants who resell red fat, if you trace the source, you will definitely get something."
"Chizhi?" Zong Zixiao pondered, "How do I remember that there is red fat in the rouge used by women?"
"There are some. The price of red fat is not cheap, and most of the rouge uses cinnabar. Even the rouge with red fat is used in a very small amount. fat."
"A large amount, how big is it?"
"At least a hundred yuan, and it is more difficult than refining from red clay, so it is almost impossible."
Zong Ziheng sighed: "We checked the guests, but we didn't find anything."
"Your Highness has worked hard."
"Brother, let's go see father and mother."
"good."
"Your Highness..." Huang Hongdao, "Now, it's better not to go."
"What's wrong?"
"The head of the Wuliang Sect is discussing matters with the emperor and empress, so it is not appropriate to disturb them at this time."
Zong Ziheng nodded: "Xiao Jiu, go back and have a rest."
"how about you?"
"I want to see the servant's body."
"No, you go back to rest too." Zong Zixiao frowned and said, "We'll go together again when we wake up."
"Yes, Your Majesty, you have been tired for two or three days, you should go back to sleep first, and you won't be able to find anything for a while."
Zong Ziheng rubbed his sore brows: "Okay."
Back at Qinghui Pavilion, Shen Shiyao was waiting for him.
"Heng'er." Shen Shiyao came over and touched her son's face worriedly, "Have you not closed your eyes for the past two days?"
"The son will come back to rest now, mother doesn't have to worry."
"Hey, how can I not worry, you seem to be tired and thin."
"It's fine."
"Have you made any progress in your investigation?"
"Not yet."
"I heard that a servant's body was found in the lotus pond today." Shen Shiyao rolled her hairpin and said flatly, "Maybe it was the poison he poisoned."
Zong Ziheng didn't answer.
"Could it be that Yan Shu came back for revenge?"
Zong Ziheng said in a deep voice: "What kind of grievances can Yan Shu have with his second brother? If you want revenge, you should come to me."
Shen Shiyao reprimanded lightly: "Don't talk nonsense. There is a pile of romantic debts in and out of Zong Zimo's palace, maybe it was planted on it."
"Mother, there is no conclusion, so don't criticize."
Shen Shiyao snorted softly: "I don't believe that Li Xiangtong didn't think about it that way. She can't manage her son well, so someone will take care of her for her."
The eldest son Heng felt a headache: "Mother, the bones of the second brother are not cold, what are you talking about?"
Shen Shiyao narrowed her eyes: "What are you talking about? Contradicting your mother like this? Zong Zimo is dead, you should be happy."
Zong Ziheng stared straight at his eyes.
"Xiao Jiu is still young, and the other brothers are useless. His death is your greatest opportunity."
"Mother!" Zong Ziheng sternly said, "We are blood brothers, how can you... can..."
Shen Shiyao looked at her son coldly: "The kindness of a woman! How could I give birth to such a weak and deceitful son like you."
Zong Ziheng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red: "My son is by no means a weak person. My mother is so greedy and ruthless. It is really disappointing."
Shen Shiyao raised her eyebrows and raised her hands high.
Zong Ziheng looked straight at his mother sharply.
Shen Shiyao's hand paused in the air, and then slowly put it down. She sneered and said, "One day, you will understand how well-intentioned your mother is."