Chapter 171: Punching a hole in the sky

"Old Wang? Old Eunuch Wang?"

In the southern yamen, there was only this sound full of surprise in the empty courtyard.

The third prince clenched his fists tightly, so that his fists turned white: "Since I knew, I have been trying to check it out. Unfortunately, the time is too short and I don't have time, so I can't find anything."

Wang Ce was silent. The third prince wanted to investigate the emperor, but he was simply showing off his tail to the emperor. He suddenly realized that he might have some understanding of why the third prince participated in the rebellion.

"The second brother died strangely, there is something wrong with it. He was eroded by the true dragon energy, but before he died, his cultivation was no worse than you and Zhu Haitang."

"Aunt Wenxiu is also a martial arts genius. Before she passed away, she even rarely cultivated the Ninth Realm of Zhenwu. Some people say that if she was not the royal bloodline, she would have a chance to become the Emperor of Martial Arts." The third prince showed a hint of arrogant expression, and was eroded by the True Dragon energy, and could still cultivate to the Ninth Realm of Zhenwu. That would definitely be a super genius.

"However, the higher the cultivation level of Aunt Wenxiu, the stronger the conflict with the True Dragon Aura. Her body gradually became less successful, so she gave up on her cultivation."

It seems very interesting. Wang Ce thought something!

The third prince was silent for a while and said bitterly: "I always felt that my father knew what I was doing. Now, I understand, he knew. So, you are here and the big camp is here."

Wang Ce suddenly said, "You know the Martial God Scroll!"

"Martial God Scroll!" The third prince's face changed suddenly: "You want to track down the mastermind behind the past from this line? It's very difficult. We have been searching in Northern Tang for many years, but there are not many clues."

There was something strange. Wang Ce remained silent and slowly tried to make clichés.

The third prince automatically said without waiting for him to make a cliché: "The late autumn 17 years ago was also the same snowy weather. Our Northern Tang Dynasty was hit by a scam, and Aunt Wenxiu was cheated."

"Before that, no one knew that Xiao Kong was a god. However, that man exposed Xiao Kong's identity and implicated Aunt Wenxiu."

"When that incident happened, the Martial God Book stolen half of the volume. Later, the court discovered that it was a scam for the Martial God Book from beginning to end." The veins on the third prince's forehead burst out.

This was a shame that everyone refused to mention back then, but Wang Ce was considered a royal bloodline. He thought that Wang Ce knew everything from the remnants, so it would be okay to say it.

Wang Ce gasped and found that someone had deceived the Northern Tang Dynasty and even stole the Martial God Scroll. If he fooled a country, that was the highest level.

Wang Ce suddenly understood the urge to the palace back then. Anyone who had gold and blood was a god. The god was the target of killing all countries, and the god Xiao Kong actually got mixed up with Princess Wenxiu. How could the Northern Tang royal family be able to bear it?

Considering the emperor's favor for Princess Wenxiu, no wonder the royal family mutiny and forced the palace.

It’s like today, the emperor gave up his will to protect him, and the royal family had no other way except to mutiny and force the palace.

What is the Martial God Scroll? What is the origin of the Three Sword God Styles?

Wang Ce smiled intriguingly, as if the navigator was about to pass through the fog on the sea soon. Some related things were vaguely wandering in front of him, just waiting for him to reach out to grab them.

The third prince's eyes suddenly became sharp: "The reason I told you this is to tell you. Wang Ce, no matter what happened in the past, you are always a member of my Northern Tang royal family."

"If you want to take revenge, just find a few people. Don't point the finger at me, Bei Tang, don't forget the blood on your body, and don't forget that your status is given to you by our Bei Tang."

Wang Ce sneered in secret. The man was the soul from the earth and did not take his body over.

The third prince was stunned for a long time and said calmly: "That person, the person in the wheelchair, was him secretly threading needles, and was him secretly planning and persuaded me to participate."

"He is back to take revenge." The third prince looked dazed and weird.

"I sometimes want to believe him, but he really can believe him? He is back to take revenge, and I always think about what he wants to do. I thought that he might want to destroy my northern Tang Dynasty. Since when he pretended to die and ran away, he had already made up his mind to come back to take revenge."

"He hates this country, he hates the court, his father and everyone."

The third prince was excited and fisted: "I will not let him destroy the world of our Northern Tang Dynasty. Wang Ce, you must promise me, kill him, and kill him with your own hands."

Third Prince, just talk to yourself. Wang Ce was helpless: "At least you have to tell me what that guy is."

"He is..." A little black blood slowly flowed in the eyes, ears, mouth and nose of the third prince. He leaned on Wang Ce's shoulder and said a name gently!

A name that no one would ever imagine.

Wang Ce was even stunned, letting the third prince lie on his shoulder, slowly swallowing his last breath, and his soul was scattered by the black blood.

Emperor, did you expect this scene? If you don’t want to kill your son with your own hands, just push it on me?

Next, will it be me?

The Shoufu Wang, Luo Yuanling, and the Fourth Prince sat upright in the hall and said a few words absent-mindedly.

When Wang Ce appeared in anger, the annoyed Fourth Prince had not yet gotten angry, Wang Ce walked over and stared at him: "Fourth Prince?"

The fourth prince nodded in confusion, and Wang Ce immediately yelled in his ear: "Did the people in your royal family take drugs? Some of them rebel, some of them get drunk with drugs, and they won't explain clearly if they die."

Can you explain more clearly if your third prince is about to die? At least you can tell who is the undercover agent of Nanya?

"Go quickly and get the third prince's body away."

"Third Brother!" The fourth prince was confused and confused, and did not care about anything else, so he hurried away.

Wang Ceyu was not angry yet, so he reluctantly nodded to the two first-rank officials and said angrily: "Take up the rebellions of the Prince of Anyang to me, and bring the sent envoys from the Three Kingdoms, etc.."

When a group of people were taken to the hall, Wang Ce flew forward without saying a word, and begged him to attack the prince of Anyang: "I asked you to rebel, I asked you to show off, I asked you to work overtime, I asked you to make me a badass."

As soon as the last sentence came out, Wang Shoufu and others were suddenly in awe, and they seemed to have heard nothing.

Eating, sleeping, beating Doudou is indeed a great joy in life. After a violent beating, Wang Ce was in a much better mood. The Prince of Anyang had a bun with a sarcastic face and laughed wildly: "You are afraid of evil spirits."

Wang Ce's heart skipped a beat, and the Prince of Anyang laughed wildly: "You can't even know anything from me. Emperor, he is dead. Once the emperor dies, you will die."

A ray of light shone, and the smile of the Prince of Anyang froze, and Tang Zheng roared loudly: "Wang Ce! You promised me not to kill anyone."

Wang Ce took the handkerchief and gently wiped off the blood from the sword: "Obviously, I lied to you." Tang Zheng is an idiot. The prince of Anyang is like a stubborn person. If the emperor comes, he guaranteed that the first person to kill is this guy.

"A evil seed!" The Prince of Anyang widened his eyes and forced out the last two words with difficulty. A bright red crack burst out in his throat and fell down with a bang.

Wang Ce looked light and looked at the two yamen and the masters of the main camp on both sides: "I said that I don't like it, and I'm not used to looking up and talking to others."

The people in the Da Nei Camp were silent, and the general leaders of the two yamen were hesitant. This was too humiliating. These guys were either of extraordinary identities or Wu Zun and Wu Zong. It was too humiliating for you, Wang Ce.

"I'll come, a group of brave bandits." Luke grinned and took the lead in stroking, holding the back of the knife, swung it hard on the bend of the leg of a royal martial master, and immediately knelt down like a golden mountain and a jade pillar.

Zhu Haitang walked out with great strides, kicked the prisoners in the crooks of their legs, and fell to the ground and knelt down. Someone took the lead, and the direct young men under Wang Ce were brave enough to stand up one by one, kicking all the prisoners over and kneeling down.

Wang Ce's expression remained unchanged, and he only sighed in his heart. The two yamen were indeed the emperor's paws, which was really unbelievable. Unless he could operate the two yamen for decades, he would still be empty-handed at the emperor's order.

He must leave. He must leave. Wang Ce has no luck at all.

When it was Tang Zheng's turn, Zhu Haitang stopped and looked. Wang Ce walked in front of Tang Zheng with a smile. No one knew that his thoughts had been twisted and turned around, so he finally waved his hand to give up.

When Luke walked behind the Dashi's dispatch envoy, the dispatch envoy broke out in a cold sweat and shouted: "Wang Ce, if you dare to humiliate me like this, my Dashi will go to war with you Northern Tang!"

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

Wang Ce said coldly, and Luke kicked him hard. The dispatch envoy representing Dashi, his legs became weak in fear, and he couldn't help but kneel down!

At this moment, the two yamen and even the large inner camp all changed their faces and cried wildly: "Sir, don't!"

If you kick down, it will be almost irreversible. At least 70% of the Dashi may start a war with the Northern Tang Dynasty! Wang Ce’s fight was not the face of the sending envoy, but the face of the Dashi. This was a very serious diplomatic incident.

However, Luke kicked me hard, and Dongning sent an envoy to kneel down and roared: "Little thief, you dare to insult me ​​like this!"

Wang Ce sent an envoy to the West Liang kneel down and let out a shrill howl: "You have caused a big disaster. My million troops in Xiliang will surely flatten your Northern Tang!"

No one could stand except Tang Zheng. All dozens of people were spraying angry flames involuntarily, wishing to burn Wang Ce to ashes.

The two yamen and the big camp all looked pale and green. This really made a hole in the sky.

There was a dead silence in the hall.

Wang Ce picked up his chin and Yun Danfengqing said: "Let's take a quick look at the calculations and then talk about the war."

"She is my wife who has not passed away. You always know." Wang Ce pointed at Zhu Haitang, and Zhu Haitang's face turned red.

"The last time you did it was to steal my wife. Do you think this account is easy?"

"Start a war? I'll start the fan first." Wang Ce swung his arms without hesitation and slapped them one by one: "Private grudges come first. Let's talk about the others."
Chapter completed!