Chapter 639: Stab the heart

In the cold first month of this day, Prince Ning really took off his shirt and kneeled straight up in front of the Taihe Hall with his wattle on his back. The minister who came up looked at Prince Ning's appearance and looked at him. The crisscrossed scars left on the battlefield in the southern Xinjiang are all suffocating and stunned.
"What happened to Prince Ning?"
"Haven't you heard of it? Prince Ning executed Ruan Xinhuai and also blame Prince Huaihuai! No, rush to come and plead guilty to Long Live Grandpa."
"Why is Prince Huan also present? I heard that Prince Ning was Ruan Xinhuai, who was executed at the Yinzhaomen Gate in Beijing at midnight?"
"This shows that Prince Huai's relationship with Ruan Xinhuai is very profound. Prince Ning's forefoot reached Yin Zhaomen of Jingzhao Prefecture, and Queen Huai's foot arrived. It can be seen that Prince Huai was determined to protect that Ruan Xinhuai, but Prince Ning did not sell it. Instead, Prince Huai's face rebuked Prince Huai! "
"Then Ruan Xinhuai deserves it! That adulterer should have died! How many people have been harmed! Master Jing has long been against the sky, Prince Ning has done a little right!"
"Nguyen Xinhuai is hateful, but the most hateful is the treaty of bereavement and humiliation signed by Prince Huai with Siam and Tubo. The money is nothing. For eight hundred women a year, I am afraid that it will be more than that. How many Dali women are hurting? "
"Isn't it? Because of this, Master Ding is still so annoyed that he can't get out of bed. Even the left-handed and right-handed people who haven't dealt with everything have screwed up one place this time, but the long lived Lord hasn't moved."
"What else can happen? It looks like February 2. Wouldn't you wait until now if there was something? Even though Ruan Xinhuai was reprimanded once, it is just a tacit consent for Ruan Xinhuai to arrest people in the suburbs of Beijing, alas, but I don't want the Ruan Xinhuai to hit Prince Ning's hard bone all of a sudden.
"Yes, Prince Ning's bones are the hardest. In the past, in order to be able to go to the frontline of the southern Xinjiang, Tianer, kneeling in front of the Taihe Hall, asked for longevity, but this is the scene now, which is really impressive."
"Well, Prince Ning is really a pity. If it wasn't for Hue's defeat that year, he broke his leg and fell into this big and small injury. Where would it take him for so many years? This time Prince Ning really couldn't help it. I lived, and then I rushed, and I don't know how Long Liver will send Prince Ning, hey! "
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Fang Ze, the right-hander, stood on the Jinyu Hall with a calm face, staring silently at the dragon chair above the sixth floor, holding the Yuhu in his hand tightly.
"The right face is dignified today, I'm afraid he's suffocated, and he's going to ask the Holy Lord?" Zuo Xiang Duan Zeng glanced at Fang Zeduan, approached him two steps, stood side by side with him, and looked at the bright yellow and yellow together. Dragon's chair with a quiet face.
Fang Ze Duan turned his face and glanced at Duan Zeng: "I look at Zuo Xiang and I have something to say."
"It's rare we have such a tacit understanding," Duan Zeng hooked his lips, pursed his gray beard, and smiled, "I'm just afraid that I'm going to pierce the ears of Viva."
Throughout the dynasties, no emperor really wanted to watch the civil and military amusement, let alone left and right.
"It doesn't matter," Fang Ze Duan said indifferently, turning his gaze from the dragon chair to the left face's wrinkled face. "This time, I want to pierce the heart of Viva."
Duan Zeng smiled even deeper: "The right-handed person's words are exactly what I want."
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