Mr. Xiangru from the main room just now has gone out to look for me, but there has been no reply yet."

The old man tapped the floor lightly with his cane.

"Well, if all the guests are here, let's start the banquet and I will take care of it.

Nephew Xiangru is prudent in his work. Even if Uncle Zong encounters some trouble, as long as they are in Luoyang City, the two of them can handle it enough!"

Although the old man said so, he had already lived to the age of becoming a spirit, and he knew good and bad destiny as if it were his five senses.

Suddenly I heard a loud noise in the hall and a long sigh,

"Xiu'er, go to the front hall and take a look so that you can appease the guests.

I'm a little tired, so I'll go back to my room to rest, and then call me again during dinner."

Cui Xiu's expression changed when he heard this. How could he dare to neglect him?

I went to the front hall and saw that Uncle Xiangru was back.

His eyes were red, his cheeks were broken with tears, and he was holding a wooden box in his hand.

The guests in the hall were all sighing and looking embarrassed, so he guessed the clue.

Before he could even speak, tears welled up in his eyes, "Uncle, my father..."

"Good nephew!

I had just walked around to the Lu Mansion when a beggar grabbed me and brought me this wooden box.

My dear nephew, you should watch it yourself. Please forgive me for everything."

The box contains Cui Zongbo's head, with eyes wide open and angry eyebrows raised.

There is also a piece of letterhead with nine words written in blood:

Eyes for eyes, blood for life - Lu.

The Cui family has been busy for a long time. Someone originally got the news about the massacre in Lu Mansion last night, but in order not to ruin the joy, they did not report it to the master.

However, some of the guests had already heard about it and were busy recounting the official statements one by one. There were also a few military attachés who heard their colleagues talk about the situation at the scene and also relayed it.

Cui Xiu gritted his teeth and wiped away tears when he heard this. Then he thanked the guests one by one and told them that it was inconvenient for him today and the banquet was postponed. In a few days, he would have to invite you all to come over again to apologize.

This was said to be an apology, but everyone knew that they were waiting for a useless invitation, so except for a few relatives of the Cui family, they all said goodbye one by one, unavoidably cherishing it and expressing condolences.

Except for Lu Wenzu, the Lu family has never heard of any outstanding figures, but today they were able to kill Cui Zongbo, a highly respected member of the Cui family, in Luoyang City. Is it because they usually hide their power deliberately, or do they have someone behind them?

Who was it that framed Lu Wen's ancestors and grandsons for offering wine, and for what purpose?

The Cui family members are destined to have no sleep tonight. How many people in Luojing are trapped in this situation?

On the palace wall, at sunset, a young man in rich clothes stands proudly with his hands behind his hands, looking into the distance.

Behind him, an old man with silver hair and no beard bowed his body, held his fly whisk at an angle, and raised his hands above his head. He tried hard to maintain this posture. Although he twitched slightly from time to time due to stiffness in his muscles and bones, he did not dare to complain.

"Cui Xiu has sent someone to ask for leave, right?"

"Back to Your Highness the Crown Prince, yes, the Minister of Finance has approved the leave!"

"Very good, then who will handle the affairs of the three provinces now?"

"Back to His Royal Highness, Song Bian and Guo Zuo are in charge."

"Well, these two young men don't have a faction yet. Let's use the name of Young Master to recruit them. Don't let them be used by King Beihai."

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"How did Gao Daoyue get the news last night? Can you find out?"

"Back to the Crown Prince, I don't know much about this either. But it seems that Lu Wenzu's plan was very rigorous. I'm afraid even if Gao Yushi doesn't come forward, he won't be able to escape this disaster."

"I heard that the murderous sword that killed the king also appeared?"

"Return to His Majesty the Crown Prince.

Yes, the young man wearing the fierce sword was also injured last night and was taken to the Censorship Station by Gao Yushi."

The young man smiled coldly, "Don't you think you will be unprepared when Sir Chang Shi comes?"

The old man bowed deeper and said, "Your Highness, the sword is a murderous weapon, and I never carry it with me.

But earlier, someone had indeed asked someone to summon Gao Yushi and detained a group of people at the scene to wait outside.

If His Highness the Crown Prince wants to examine that fierce sword, I will call for someone to bring it to you."

The prince said nothing, but nodded slightly.

Not long after, a young eunuch bent down, lowered his head, raised his hands in the air, walked up quickly, holding a long sword, and knelt down with a plop under the hem of his gorgeous clothes.

The prince took the sword and pulled it out of the scabbard. The dim light in the sunset was instantly attracted to the sword, and it shone so brightly that it made people unable to open their eyes.

"Sure enough, the sword is really good! Well, call Gao Yushi to come see me."

The eunuch who came with the sword hurriedly stood up and walked quickly backwards with small steps, his hands always clasped towards the back of the arrogant young man.

Gao Yushi strode forward and knelt down to salute.

His Highness the Crown Prince did not wake him up, or even turn around, and asked sadly,

"Who reported Lu Wenzu?"

Gao Daoyue felt that the situation seemed a little bad and how dare he hide anything, so he took out a note from his arms and raised it high above his head.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince.

Someone left a note on the official's case that day, but we couldn't find out who left it.

The subordinates have already deliberately asked the subordinates and officers, but no one noticed anything unusual that day, and no one dared to testify against the suspicion."

The old eunuch hurriedly took the note and handed it to the prince.

The prince just glanced sideways and saw it said:

Lu Wenzu of Wuchuan returned to the capital privately, held a banquet and formed a party, secretly communicated with his relatives, and was ambitious.

The prince snorted heavily, obviously unhappy.

"Then can you find out the reason why he returned to the capital privately?"

"The official hasn't found it yet.

Lu Wenzu, Lu Yichen and his son both died, Jin Chongjian refused to tell the truth, while Gao Shusheng and others seemed unclear about Lu Wenzu's main motive for returning to Beijing."

"waste!"

The prince shook his sleeves vigorously and roared,

“I don’t know this, I don’t know that, what can you find?

Are you waiting for Gu to tell you that Lu Wenzu was secretly summoned to Luojing by Gu?"

Gao Daoyue was horrified. He looked up with a cry, but was unable to open his eyes due to the golden light in the prince's hand. He could only bury his head again.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince.

The Holy Emperor left the capital and asked the prince to supervise the country.

If His Highness privately summons important border generals at this time, I am afraid that it will arouse people's suspicion."

"Bastard! Are you ready to teach Qigu a lesson?"

"I don't dare, it's my duty."

Gao Daoyue had read the strong murderous intention in the prince's mouth at this time, and immediately changed his title and directly declared himself a minister to show his submission.

The prince let out a long sigh, and the golden light in his hand flourished. A wisp of red cloud covered the setting sun, and a human skull rolled out far away, sprinkling a bloody stain as bright as the red cloud.

"It's too late. If I tell you directly like this, how can you live until tomorrow?"

He sheathed his sword and commanded solemnly,

"Gao Daoyue entered the palace with his sword, charged at the prince, and was executed.

Attendant Lin, please find someone to tidy up, and then call the owner of this sword, I want to take a look."

When Qingyun was brought in, the venue had already been cleared.

Not to mention the decapitated body, not even a trace of blood could be found.

Qingyun didn't know the rules, and he didn't recognize the young man in front of him who was about his own age. He was at a loss and did not kneel down.

But the prince didn't seem to take it seriously and turned around to greet him with a smile.

Although the smile was not fake, the coldness, arrogance and aloofness in it created a thick invisible wall, so that Qingyun did not dare to take another half step forward.

"Is this sword owned by a strong man?"

Qingyun was reminded by the Little Dragon King in the Liang Kingdom. At this time, he probably guessed what the other person was referring to and proudly replied,

"Yes, this sword is exactly what I have."

"Where did you get it?"

"My father gave it to me, so I cherish it."
To be continued...