Chapter 587

When the emperor was still in his prime, he could still sit on this chair for ten or twenty years. He never thought about giving up the chair under his butt to become the emperor.

Of course, he also thinks that there is still a lot of years to live. When Emperor Taizu lived to the age of ninety, he succeeded from the age of ten, and abdicated when he was eighty. He was the emperor for seventy years, and finally It was because he did not know his body that he returned the emperor to the current prince, and now he has only been the emperor for fifteen years. He did not think that he could be regarded as a Taizu-like person, but the emperor of these forty years, He must have to be. He is still young, and he is still old and strong. Naturally, he is not allowed to move the chair under his buttocks.

Of course, the people in this dynasty have always been very vigilant, and they have grown a few more hearts. When I think about it, I have also tried to figure out the holy will, knowing that some things cannot be mentioned, so as not to make the emperor unhappy, and finally did not achieve the goal. , but hurt people.

But everyone has a rod scale in their hearts, but the current rod scale is biased towards where, I am afraid that only they can know.

Lao Hengju was sitting in the carriage. He had just come out of the Duke of Wei's mansion and was visiting his father-in-law. This was the time he was about to go back to the mansion, but the carriage stopped after walking for a while.

"Something happened?"

Luo Heng asked indifferently to the people outside, this is not a parking place, so stopped, but what happened?

"Sir, someone blocked our carriage."

Changqing sullenly pouted.

This courage is quite big, and his king's way is also daring to block.

Luo Hengju opened the curtain and walked out.

And the person in the other carriage also walked out, and then lightly stroked the corner of his clothes, and suddenly smiled at Lao Hengjuan, but his eyes burst out, but it was not a kind of kindness. Who is this Marquis Ningkang?

"Can King Shuo take a step forward?"

"Son."

Changqing hurriedly stood in front of Lao Hengjuu, "Beware of deceit."

Lao Hengju waved his hand and let Changqing go down.

Changqing was still worried about Lao Hengjuan, because he was afraid that these people would use some secret tricks. Everyone said that the Marquis of Ningkang was extremely treacherous. In the past, he still felt that the rumors might not be fully believed, but now he believes that some rumors, Still a little more conservative, this Marquis Ningkang is not only full of ghosts, but also very courageous.

He also dared to open a salt mine privately.

And Changqing is really afraid, what if this person makes yin to his son?

It's just that he seems to have forgotten that Qi Yuan is not a kind person, but Luo Hengju is not a bun, and can let him squeeze it as many times as he wants to make it round.

Luo Hengju started to walk forward, and Qi Yuan also followed.

Qi Yuan stood next to Lao Hengju, this capital is full of food and clothing, the emperor's feet are really the emperor's feet, and it is not comparable to ordinary places.

"Prince Shuo is a good way."

Qi Yuan sneered, and the hatred in his eyes had melted into the depths of his soul. His hatred with this had long since been shared, and of course he would never die. With Qi Yuan in this world, he would never again. There are concerns

They will never die in this lifetime.

"So are you," Luo Hengju stood with his hands behind his back, his face was too thin and cold, those clear eyes were peaceful from beginning to end, only the layers of indifference that flashed over from time to time, with is a murder

Murder is now, it is indeed endless.

"I wonder if Duke Wei knows that his daughter has become a dead person?"

Qi Yuan's mouth was saying this dead man, but there was a nameless fire in his heart, and it was cold and hot, like his rage, making him unable to control his hands for a moment.

It is also a little bit worse to take a shot at Brand Heng.

His heart has been saying, kill him, kill him.

But the last reason, so that he still did not shoot in the end.

Some people he can't kill.

Some people, he still can't move.

Even if he really did it, it may be that others were fine, and he died in the end, but it was him Qi Yuan.

He can't do this kind of dangerous thing, and he won't be able to do it even if he loses his own business.

Luo Hengju turned around and stared at Qi Yuan silently.

"I wonder where Ning Kanghou heard these rumors?"

"A rumor?"

The curvature of the corners of Qi Yuan's mouth was almost always sharp enough to stab people. Did they know that if the woman died, she was dead, or he killed it himself. They all had their heads chopped off. How could they still be? alive.

"I'm here to see when Prince Shuo will hold a funeral for your princess?"

As for his sarcasm and sarcasm, Lao Hengju's expression remained the same, and his eyes were as calm as water from beginning to end.

It made Qi Yuan feel like he was hitting cotton with a hand, and the feeling of being soft and slumped really made him unhappy, and it also made him hate it.

His heart is disturbed, his heart is disturbed, and his heart is uncertain.

Therefore, in the face-to-face confrontation with Lao Hengxuan, at this time, he lost a crushing defeat.

Lao Heng's pursed thin lips parted lightly, and the sound he spit out was just like his expression at this time, without any waves or clues.

"Ningkang Hou can rest assured, I'm afraid you won't see it in your lifetime."

Qi Yuantu felt his throat tighten, but he held it back for a long time, and when Lao Heng was gone, he was holding his chest, and then a bloodshot slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth. down.

He Qi Yuan was so popular that one day he vomited blood.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth vigorously.

"Luo Hengxuan, you wait..."

Yes, you wait, live well, things are not over yet, as long as Qi Yuan does not die, someone will die.

Inside the carriage, Luo Hengjuan also sat without saying a word. He kept his eyes slightly closed, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't know how long it took before he opened his eyes.

"Changqing, go to Qinglanzhai and see what this king wants, but are you ready?"

"it is good."

Chang Qing responded and drove the carriage to another direction.

Not long after, they were at the door of Qinglanzhai, and Changqing hurriedly jumped out of the carriage. Soon after, he was holding something in his arms, an ancient mahogany box about a foot long.

"Sir, what you want has been done."

He put the box in the carriage, and then a hand stretched out and also took the mahogany box.

"Go back to the manor," the person inside replied in a low voice, such a cold voice, accompanied by a trace of unapproachable extravagance, even the shopkeeper standing on the side bowed his head Bending down, he didn't dare to say a word.