Song Shidao walked past the imperial road of the palace, looked at the magnificent surroundings and the dim lights, and his mood instantly entered a state of no sorrow or joy.

"Sons, please see the father!"

After the eunuch reported, he walked into the open hall and saluted Fang Ming, who was in the ninth level.

Although the floor is covered with gold foil and the pillars in the palace are decorated with gold and jade pearls, showing the luxury and glory of the Yang Guang era, there is no other enjoyment, and it looks more grand and majestic.

"Get up, son!"

A clear and jade-like voice came. Song Shidao stood up and secretly glanced at his father who was younger than him. A mysterious and fearful feeling suddenly surged in his heart.

He really doesn't understand his father.

Although I have already mastered the world, I have no enjoyment. I am not good at women, I am not good at Huagong, and even in recent years, I have rarely used food.

Even the bedroom where you live is so cold and empty, without any popularity.

At this time, Song Que was like a god who was not as good as a god in the world!

Song Shidao knew very well that Song Que in such a state was the most perfect Song Que who had no weakness at all!

Everything is complete, without seeking anything outside, without missing a single thing!

Fang Ming didn't care about the son's thoughts, and said, "Xu Kaishan, Shafang has been sentenced to death!"

"Father's divine power!"

Master Song was shocked. I don’t know why Fang Ming suddenly mentioned this, but he still said respectfully.

"Tomorrow will be the Taimiao Festival..." Fang Ming continued, "I want to let the prince, you supervise the country, how about it?"

The crown prince is still just a crown prince and a reserve officer, but if the prefix of "responsible" is added, he can participate in government affairs legitimately, and even the emperor is easily deposed.

Originally, this was something I had always dreamed of.

But Song Shidao was frightened and lay on the ground, sweating like slurry, kowtowed and cried, "Father, you must not say this!"

"I don't care about life and death!"

Fang Ming smiled, suddenly stood up, walked to the gate, looked at the moonlight in the sky, and said leisurely: "Master, do you know that this time is the last chance of the so-called martial arts masters in the world!"

I don’t know when a long white letter appeared on Fang Ming’s palm like jade.

The handwriting on the letter paper was faintly vague, and it even brought a faint orchid spirit in the valley, which made Song Shidao very clear that the person who sent this letter paper must be a peerless beauty.

‘Can’t it…is it a confidante of the father?’

Song Shidao suddenly felt horrified.

From Fang Ming's tone, he heard the feeling of storm coming. But at this time, the letter suddenly came, and there was a news that was enough to shake Fang Ming's mind!

How can I compete with the masters if I am uneasy?

"I will report to Your Majesty, Duke Chen asked for a visit!"

At this time, an eunuch suddenly reported softly.

"Prince!"

Fang Ming showed a smile on his lips and was calm.

Immediately, Song Zhi, who was frowning tightly, strode in and kneeled down and started to proclaim: "Master...Gory Fu Cailin has arrived at the State Guesthouse and has submitted a letter of state. He is willing to learn about the Saint's Heavenly Sword. He also clearly stated that if he is defeated in this battle, the entire Goryeo will bow his head to the Song Dynasty!"

"At the same time, the Turks also submitted a challenge letter. Bi Xuanyuan fought a life-and-death battle with the emperor, and the conditions were similar!"

Song Shidao suddenly felt a sudden sensation, knowing where the uneasiness came from.

"Haha... I've been waiting for them for several years and finally arrived!"

A sincere joy appeared on Fang Ming's face, which made Song Shidao swallow the words in his mouth.

Originally, the emperor was the only one who was the emperor, so how could he easily compromise?

What's more, the Song Dynasty is now strong and the Turks are weak and Goryeo is weak.

So what if you don’t surrender? After ten years of war, one million casualties will be killed or injured. Just destroy these two families!

Not to mention the people being overwhelmed, among the superiors, some civil officials and military generals who were red-eyed and wanted to plunder the dividends from the war!

It’s a pity that Song Que himself is still a warrior!

The emperor will never take risks, but the warrior will!

Song Shidao suddenly realized the intention of Song Que to supervise the country before, which was a mentality that he was not sure about this battle!

"Father!"

Song Shidao gritted his teeth, his forehead hit the ground heavily, and blood overflowed: "Please give the child five thousand divine fire army! Let the child surround the State Guesthouse and tear these two traitors to pieces!"

"Haha... Since they dared to come, they didn't plan to go back alive!"

Fang Ming said calmly.

If you are defeated, you will naturally die! If you are lucky, you will win? If you kill the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, you will still want to leave Luoyang safely?

Therefore, these two people will die!

With two great masters or more masters, this is a big deal.

"But... don't worry, this time, I will be forced to leave forever at most, and they will not be able to kill Song Que!"

Fang Ming seemed to be full of confidence.

"Your Majesty, Duke Lu is asking for a visit!" At this time, another eunuch reported.

"Prince!"

Song Lu, with silver hair and silver beard, entered the palace with a serious expression: "Sage, Shi Zhixuan just sent a message, claiming that Zhu Yuyan had made an appointment with him to decide the future lord of the Demon Sect by life and death. All factions must participate in the testimony. Within three days, I am afraid that no one will be able to drive the Lord!

Song Shidao and Song Zhi were shocked.

Jun felt that this time, his opponents started from the weaknesses of the Song Dynasty and could be said to be using everything.

First, he seized the accurate opportunity of the Tiandao Circle to kill the Daming Zun Sect. Da Zun and Shanmu added together, making people not believe that Song Que could still maintain his integrity no matter what.

Immediately I sent out the letter, and the mind was in chaos.

Then, there was the challenge of Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan, two great masters of martial arts.

As long as Song Que is still a warrior, he will never miss this opportunity.

This familiar method and familiar taste made Song Zhi vaguely think of a beautiful figure.

"Your Majesty, Rong Xiaochen retreated!"

A hint of determination suddenly appeared in Song Zhi's eyes and he said slowly.

"No need!"

Fang Ming changed into a long moon-white gown and inserted the sky knife at will at will, like a literati and poet traveling around the world with a sword, a graceful young man.

"I'm going to go to the appointment tonight! Before that, you will stay here, and you will not be allowed to mobilize any soldiers!"

If Song Zhi and his friends were determined and punished by Fang Ming, they directly dispatched troops without authorization to suppress Fu Cailin and others, could Fang Ming still kill them?

It’s just that Fang Ming is determined to pursue martial arts.

Recently, I have been feeling a little nervous inside, with signs of breaking through to the Grand Master.

At this time, Fu Cailin and others came to the door, which was so desperate that they could not help. How could they allow outsiders to intervene?

"Brother!"

"Father!"

Song Zhi, Song Shidao, and Song Lu hurriedly chased out, but was stopped by one of the palace gates.

"Several adults!"

Xu Xingzhi had no expression on his face and was covered in armor: "This is an imperial edict, I hope he will not make it difficult for his subordinates to do it!"

Song Zhi and others looked at each other dejectedly, shook their heads helplessly.

...

The night is intoxicating.

The celebration is approaching and Luoyang has lifted the curfew. Therefore, although it is late at night, you can still see bustling crowds on the streets, with lights and colorful decorations everywhere, tourists are everywhere, and they are full of joy, full of harmony and tranquility.

Fang Ming showed a comfortable look on his face and looked around the street, as if he was not a warrior who was about to go to the decisive battle, but a lost passenger.

"Master!"

Suddenly, Shi Feixuan, dressed in women's clothing, stood pretty in the middle of the street holding a lantern.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance overnight.

When I looked back, the man was in the dim light.

Shi Feixuan smiled bitterly: "Although he knew the emperor's heart and was moving forward, Feixuan still couldn't help but want to give the final advice..."

"The way is different, don't make plans for each other!"

Fang Ming kept walking, missing by Shi Feixuan, and continued to move forward without hesitation, only a long sigh came from behind.
To be continued...