Ye Qing did not answer Tang Situi's question, and Tang Situi did not ask any further. However, Tang Shuo next to him had his eyes suddenly become sharp after hearing Tang Situi's question.

Ignoring Tang Shuo with sharp eyes, Ye Qing nodded silently and said, "You can rest assured that your wife and children are old Tang Xiang. I have prepared a boat at Qiantang River Wharf and will take them out of Lin'an City."

"Forty-nine years are like a dream, eight thousand miles away, and home. I think about my flesh and blood at the end of the world, and I secretly feel that tears are shed. The Jade Palace worships ministers twice, and the Golden Decree is a seven-day Xuanma. I think about the world as a flower, and it is useless to be a target for talks. The poem I wrote when I was demoted when I was demoted, I never thought that loyalty could not withstand the erosion of time. My only last wish is to return to Hexi, my hometown in Qingtian, Kuazhou. I wonder if the Supreme Emperor can be correct?" Tang Situi opened his turbid eyes, and his drooling twilight was getting stronger and stronger.

"Of course, Tang Ying, the eldest son of Tang Xiang, will go back to Kuozhou to meet Tang Xiang." Ye Qing nodded, then took out a red porcelain bottle from his sleeve bag, and thought about it: "I have never killed anyone. The first time I did such a thing, I hope Tang Xiang Haihan would be fine if it was wrong."

"Then I won't give it to you. This is what the Supreme Emperor wants, it's all in this box." Tang Situi pointed to the wooden box that had been placed on the ground and said.

Ye Qing looked at the box, then looked at Tang Situi, then walked to the box and opened the box. In addition to some rare antiques, there were letters. Ye Qing picked up a few letters casually and looked at them, and said in surprise: "Why is Tang Xiangzhen planning to take responsibility for the matter of advocating peace and cede territory?"

"Isn't this what the Supreme Emperor wants? How can such a crime be borne by the Supreme Emperor and the Supreme Emperor? I am old and my reputation is no longer important. As for those rare antiques..." Tang Situi pulled a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice: "I was an official in my life just to be loyal, and my family is a little weaker. I hope the Supreme Emperor will not be accused of it."

"It seems that it is far worse than Qin Hui, you." Ye Qing waved outside the door, then splashed Li San and Zhao Qier and brought people in and carried away the wooden box.

"Everyone has their own aspirations, and the ideas of governing the country and ensuring national security are different, but in the end they are all for the Song Dynasty court. For the royal power of the Zhao Song royal family, aren't you also a royal hawk and putting life and death aside? Wei Qi was sent to the Jin Kingdom to seek peace. After that, he would probably be the right prime minister. Be careful." Tang Situi looked at Ye Qing standing in the center of the hall, his eyes were filled with the shadow of Tang Hexi. How great would it be if Ye Qing was his grandson? Now the Tang family is afraid that no one can shake it in the court.

Ye Qing smiled knowingly and said lightly: "Thank you, Tang Xiang reminds you, you will be careful. Since you have entered the court... there should not be good or bad, wrong or right in your heart. There is only two words of benefit, which is correct?"

"You are a man of teaching. There is no wrong, right, good or bad in the court, but it is just the interests of the parties." Tang Hexi continued to sigh and said with a deep remark: "But... If you have the opportunity to reach my height one day, you will understand what the court is. No matter what, my wish is over, and the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are in the hands of the same person, how can I complain?"

"Father..." Tang Shuo stood up from the chair with a shock, looked at Tang Situi, then turned around and looked at Ye Qing standing at the door angrily, and said coldly: "You really can't kill Hexi."

"He shouldn't provoke Bai Chun. His father Ye Yi asked about his brother. When he talked with Tang Xiang here last time, I had already abandoned my past grudges. Why... Tang Hexi insisted on resentment with the Ye family. The father and son of the Ye family died at Tang Xiang's hands. It's not true that I am easy to bully my Ye family. I must follow my father and brother before I can get it right? Feng Shui turns, and Tang should be relieved." Ye Qing stood quietly at the door, and the sunlight that sprinkled into the room from the door shone behind Ye Qing, as if it was a holy light and shadow of reincarnation.

"Yes, when will the revenge be repaid? I should let it go. Hexi's death is not unfair, and it is not considered a dead coward. Lord Ye asked me." Tang Si's eyes moved from Ye Qing, who was blurred by the sunlight, to the table, and picked up the red porcelain bottle and said slowly.

"All the way, boy said goodbye." Ye Qing turned around and left. Zhao Qier and Poli San at the door rushed into the room with dozens of ban soldiers.

Ye Qing, who walked out of the room, was accompanied by Mo Xiaobao, looked up with a complicated mood and still a little dazzling. However, he had gradually moved west to the sun and walked around the corners of the Tang Mansion. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's really like a tiger. Such a huge house exuded supreme glory and majesty at the beginning, but now it is the withering and decay of the sunset and the west. Life is really capricious."

"Will we have to take the old path of Tang Situi one day? Why do I feel that we are following the old path of Tang Situi and Qin Hui?" Mo Xiaobao held the long and narrow wooden box, which contained a gun that made him feel ugly but also liked.

"Don't let's do it, I am me, you are you. Strictly speaking, I gradually took the old path of Tang Situi and Qin Hui." Ye Qing looked at Mo Xiaobao with contempt and said.

Mo Xiaobao did not refute, but said proudly and proudly: "Same, I, Mo Xiaobao, are the ones who follow you, so I don't know each other. Miss Jinse often tells me on weekdays that you must be good at asking me to follow you, and you must remember to be loyal and grateful."

"You will be eaten to death by Jinse sooner or later, why are you so afraid of her?" Ye Qing and Mo Xiaobao sat down in a corridor pavilion in the Tang Mansion and chatted.

"Aren't you afraid of Miss Bai, Miss Yan?" Mo Xiaobao retorted.

Looking at Mo Xiaobao with a smiley face, Ye Qing smiled relaxedly, then took out a bullet with no medicine from his sleeve, looked it in his hand and threw it to Mo Xiaobao. After seeing Mo Xiaobao easily catch it, he said with a serious expression: "How much do you know about Imperial City Department now?"

Mo Xiaobao played with the bullet in his hand, and his happy expression immediately became serious with Ye Qing's question. He thought for a while and said, "It seems complicated, the Imperial City Department seems mysterious, but it still seems complicated now."

"Oh, how do you say it?" Ye Qing asked with interest.

"When Guan Li entered the Imperial City Division, the King of Kings also understood the Imperial City Division's every move, which was equivalent to..." Mo Xiaobao looked at Ye Qing hesitantly, and saw Ye Qing nodding, and then continued: "Guan Li is a saint, and the King of Kings is a saint. Brother Li Heng, Li Uncle, Liang and other old people are ours. These are the three open lines. Our Imperial City Division handles the royal dispatch, so nothing can be hidden from the saint and the saint. If one day we really follow the old path of Tang Situi, the Imperial City Division will probably be the first to deal with us."

"What do you think?" Ye Qing nodded silently.

Wang Lun, Guan Li, especially Guan Li, is an uncertain factor after all. These people cannot judge how true or false they are, based on their daily behaviors. Just like Wang Lun, who has been with Zhao Gou for many years, has his own little thoughts?

Not to mention Guan Li, Wang Lun kept saying that he brought it out himself, but who knows whether Guan Li was more real to the Emperor or the Emperor at this time?

So now, after paying off Yan Qingcheng's account, Ye Qing needs to bury an invisible dark force in the Imperial City Division, and even let this dark force eventually develop into the backbone of the Imperial City Division. If he has something to do, the dark force can immediately move across the entire Imperial City Division, causing the originally apparent imperial city Division to immediately fall into a chaotic predicament and become a blind or deaf person.

Just like a company making fake accounts, just like establishing a subordinate branch, Ye Qing needs to clarify a hidden line and then blatantly bury this hidden line inside the Imperial City Department. In this way, whether it is Guan Li or Wang Lun, what he gets is always the superficial Imperial City Department, which is far from touching the core interests of the Imperial City Department.

Moreover, as the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, he now has greater power and convenience, which can give him the opportunity to complete the complete restructuring of the Imperial City Department, thus making the Imperial City Department a part of the royal family, but in fact, it is like the authority of Ye Qing alone.

Now Mo Xiaobao is the best candidate among them. Unlike Po Li San and Zhao Qier who are too old, their contact with new things and the formation of ideas cannot allow Ye Qing to leave this secret thread to them with confidence.

Mo Xiaobao is different. After following him for half a year, whether it is intentional or unintentional influence or deliberate training, Mo Xiaobao has the ability to become a more suitable candidate than Li Heng.

Li Heng is too close to him, not to mention that he is now the chief general of the Imperial City Department. His identity is too eye-catching, and it is difficult to not attract others' attention like Mo Xiaobao.

When the vermilion door of Tang Situi's mansion opened, Yan Qingcheng realized that his palms were sweating. With the vermilion majestic door, it was now opened with a hint of depression and loneliness. When he watched Ye Qing and Mo Xiaobao slowly walk out, Yan Qingcheng was truly relieved, and the heart that was raised in his throat was put back into his stomach.

"Miss, the young master is out." You'er looked at Ye Qing and Mo Xiaobao walking out leisurely, and immediately turned his head and said happily to Yan Qingcheng.

"Well, let's go back." Yan Qingcheng felt like he had survived the disaster. Compared to people who knew what was happening inside, being isolated from the door and judging the situation by relying on his own guess is obviously more heartbreaking and nervous.

Although there was no sound of yelling to kill in the Tang Mansion, Yan Qingcheng's heart was resting on Ye Qing's body from the moment the vermilion gate closed: Will he be injured again? Will he appear in front of him again in blood?

Or he was wondering if Ye Qing would be ambushed by Tang Situi, and if he would be killed by Tang Situi suddenly... Whenever his thoughts turned here, Yan Qingcheng wanted to pull You'er's hand away and rushed to the vermilion gate to see how Ye Qing was doing, and whether he would rush in to help him!
Chapter completed!