"Let's draw up a distribution plan for the Hongcheng Spirit Mine, and at tomorrow's Peach Feast, find the three sects and the imperial dynasty, and talk!"

Qi Huan Gong pointed to the sect master of the Sanqing Sect.

He said, "Old Liu, you go to Mrs. Mingyue, she has also come to the capital and will participate in tomorrow's peach feast.

"With Lady Mingyue as an intermediary, she took our distribution plan and went to the imperial dynasty and the three sects to negotiate."

Everyone nodded one after another, thinking that this was very good.

An intermediary is present, so that it is more acceptable to all parties.

Mingyue Pavilion, the largest chain store in South Mingzhou.

Mrs. Mingyue, the richest man in Nanmingzhou, the owner of Mingyue Pavilion.

Because of her business relationship, she had to deal with the three religions and nine streams, various figures, dignitaries, sect families, and so on.

The relationship between Mrs. Mingyue and all aspects is good.

Of course, it is no secret that the backers behind the Bright Moon Pavilion are the three sects.

At the same time, the relationship between Mingyue Pavilion and the Imperial Dynasty, as well as the relationship between these medium-level sects and cultivation families, is also inextricably linked and has its own special features.

Therefore, tomorrow's peach feast, Mrs. Mingyue appears as an intermediary, which is precisely the best choice!

So.

Everyone discussed the distribution plan and various details with Qi Huan Gong, and stayed up all night.

It's just that.

Among them, some sect masters and family masters discussed in private, a little suspicious.

"Don't have the mentality of being a concubine, but have the mentality of being a fisherman, cut, is Lao Qi a fool when he is an imperial dynasty and Sanzong?"

"It's that easy?"

"If we arch the fire, the imperial dynasty and the three sects will make trouble?"

"They are fighting with each other, we are fishermen, Nima, how can it be so simple?"

"Well, tomorrow."

"A feast of peach, the end result... Alas, who knows! "

......

Late at night.

Song Yuan was alone, strolling through the streets of the capital.

Wander around.

Dead.

Nian Li released, Song Yuan was sure, no one followed.

So, he sat down at a wonton stall at the mouth of an alley.

I ordered a bowl of beef ravioli and ate it slowly.

It's just that.

This alley entrance is not far from the palace, a straight line distance, only a few hundred meters.

Nanming Imperial Palace.

Prince Mingde, impassioned, almost crazy, one out.

End of talk.

He returned to his temple and sat alone in his room, but he trembled inexplicably.

He smiled wryly.

He muttered, "Actually, everything I just said is just for my father.

"I think he likes to hear that!"

"However, I found that... The father emperor has always been indifferent, and there is even a trace of a sneer, alas!

"Did I say something wrong?"

Suddenly.

Matilda felt a tingling pain in his head, a trance... A figure that was not unfamiliar, a voice that was not unfamiliar, suddenly forcibly appeared in his mind.

"Matilda."

"Ah, you... Sect Master Song!

"Not surprised, surprised or surprised, long time no see, hehe, don't you want me?"

"

Actually, it's already been done once before."

Song Yuan can control the life and death of Mingde through the life and death of the demon sparrow.

Under the blessing of Mingxin Pearl and Dragon Ball, he can communicate with Mingde and connect with Mingde, but there is a certain distance limit.

Therefore, tonight, Song Yuan will choose a wonton stall in the alley that is closer to the palace... He ate wontons while connecting with Matilda.

"Mingde, you are the prince, you surpassed other brothers and sisters in one fell swoop, and you are the first heir to the throne of the Great Emperor."

"The great emperor is majestic and healthy, and his life is long, and he does not dare to speak presumptuously under the throne, and the upper position is probably far away."

"Tomorrow, the peach feast, I slaughtered the emperor, you can not ascend to the throne."

"Huh?"

Mingde smiled bitterly: "It's impossible!"

"I mean, if, if I slaughter the Emperor, then Mingde, you can seek revenge on me."

“...... No! "

Huh?"

"The Great Emperor is the Father Emperor, but, he, he is a Father Emperor who makes me very, very frightened!"

"How many meanings?"

"Alas, the Great Emperor loves killing, the entire imperial dynasty, no, the entire Nanming Prefecture, that is known to everyone... Sect Master Song, if you kill the emperor, then you should be the emperor, I would rather be a commoner.

"I just said if."

Song Yuan said lightly: "Tomorrow, how, who knows?"

"Jianghu, it's not about fighting and killing, but about people's love, maybe at the peach feast, we can talk very well, heh, who knows?"

Song Yuan's idea of Mingde is very simple.

"Listen to their words and watch their deeds."

Then, Song Yuan inquired about the matters related to tomorrow's peach feast that the emperor and the two phases, the five kings, and the eight marquis were discussing on the imperial side, that is, tonight.

Only by knowing yourself and knowing your opponent can you survive a hundred battles!

After Song Yuan understood, his thoughts were recovered.

Retreated to the mouth of the alley, the wonton stand.

"It's pretty delicious."

Song Yuan smacked his lips and touched his stomach, feeling that this kind of wonton, a bowl of spirit stones, was so cheap.

"Boss, another bowl."

Not for a while.

Song Yuan huffed and continued to eat.

He was in no hurry to leave because he knew that someone was coming.

After another while.

A middle-aged man in black came over and sat down at the wonton stall, opposite Song Yuan.

However, he did not ask for a bowl of ravioli.

Instead, he took out an object, handed it over, and placed it in front of Song Yuan.

It's a compass-like look.

"Soul Locator."

The middle-aged man in black said in a low voice: "After Mingde was resurrected, the Great Emperor felt that the life of the demon sparrow might not be so simple.

"So the Great Emperor specially ordered people to go to the Tiangong Open Workshop of the Northern Han Dynasty to custom-create such a magic weapon... I have located you, Sect Master Song. "

He's Wei Long.

He took advantage of Song Yuan's intention to communicate with Mingde to locate here, so he rushed over.

Song Yuan was exposed!

What about Song Yuan.

He didn't notice that something ethereal, but subtle as a tarsal bone, so he knew that someone was coming.

It's just, however, that Wei Long is alone.

What the?

If you plan to capture Song Yuan, it is obvious that Wei Long is alone, which is far from enough.

"What do you mean, Weilong, don't ink."

"I don't mean anything else, I'm just giving you something."

Wei Long said.

He reached out, retrieved the soul locator, and handed over a scroll.

Then he got up and left.

Soon, he disappeared into the vast darkness of the night.

Song Yuan was calm.

He opened the scroll, looked at it for a moment, closed it, and put it in his storage bag.

"Me!"

"This scroll turned out to be the place where tomorrow's peach feast is located, the map of the royal peach orchard!"

"Great!"

"Map, very useful!"

“...... This Wei Long, he was so and so, he obviously noticed that I was connected to Mingde, did not report or arrest me, but concealed the emperor, but gave me this map. "

Weilong mutinied?"

Song Yuan pondered for a long time.

He felt that things were getting more and more interesting.

The Great Emperor, the people around him, are simply divorced.

His prince, Matilda, fears him!

His henchman, Wei Long, betrayed him!

Weilong is so, why?

Because the emperor was angry and killed Wei Long's father, it was the old man in black who, like an old retinue, had been following Wei Long around and giving advice to Wei Long.

So Wei Long held a grudge.

Therefore, Wei Long's betrayal is inevitable.

"Tomorrow, Peach Feast, Emperor, how many cards do you still have in your hand?"

Song Yuan was full of confidence.

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