After the guy left, Yang Yanzhang reached out to the melon seeds. He wanted to continue peeling his melon seeds, but he reached halfway through his hand. Perhaps he remembered that he had just touched the silver, so he frowned and called a guy to fetch a basin of water for him.

After washing his hands, Yang Yanzhang continued to peel his melon seeds leisurely. Anyway, he had done everything he could do. The guy who went to report the news also reminded him not to say much when reporting the news. As for whether Du Zihui can survive, it depends on his luck.

Li Cunzhi, who was standing by, asked in confusion: "Brother Yanzhang, don't you need to inform Shangshu Du?"

"What are you notifying him?"

Yang Yanzhang replied while peeling the melon seeds: "It's been so long. If he doesn't even know what's going on here, then he, the Minister of Justice, will be useless."

"If he wanted to come, he would definitely appear before Mo Zizai killed Zihui."

"If he doesn't want to come..."

Speaking of this, Yang Yanzhang glanced at Li Cunzhi and said lightly: "Then I will send him a message, aren't you looking to embarrass him?"

"Don't want to come?"

Li Cunzhi was a little surprised, "Brother Zihui is the son of Shangshu Du. Now Mo Zizai wants to kill him, how could Lord Du not appear?"

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

Yang Yanzhang shook his head repeatedly. He could see Mo Zizai's purpose very clearly, and believed that Du Xing, as the Minister of Justice, could also see it clearly.

At this time, there were only two ways in front of Du Xing. The first way was to show up and save Du Zihui, but the price was that he had to really invest in Mo Zizai or the empress's command. From then on, it would be impossible to commit lip service.

The second way is to give up Du Zihui and let him die by himself, and from then on, he has formed a mortal enemy with Mo Zizai.

But the problem is that Du Xing has now secretly turned to King Bei'an, and even his eldest son is under the King Bei'an. It is not that easy to change the party.

In Yang Yanzhang's opinion, the chance of Du Xing appearing is not very high. Now he can only hope that Tianjing Wei can save Du Zihui. Otherwise, if Du Zihui wants to survive, he can only see whether Mo Zizai is kind.

...

At this time, in the mansion of the Minister of Justice, Du Xing was making tea in the pavilion, when a luxuriously dressed lady suddenly rushed out of the backyard. When she saw Du Xing, she started crying.

"Master, why do you still have the time to drink tea?"

The noble lady rushed directly to Du Xing and shouted: "Hui'er is almost killed, why don't you go and see it?"

"What are you shouting!"

Du Xing slapped the table suddenly and shouted loudly: "Don't I know?"

The lady was stunned by Du Xing who was suddenly shipped. She didn't dare to speak for a while. After a long time, she recovered and said cryingly: "Master, Yuan'er has been sent to the border by you. I'm Hui'er now with a son. You must save him. If he dies, I don't want to live anymore."

"Okay, stop crying."

When Du Xing heard his wife mention his eldest son, his face became even more ugly, but he did not burst out, but suppressed his anger and said slowly: "Don't worry too much. That boy Yang Yanzhang has sent someone to the Tianjingwei to bring reinforcements. If there are people from the Tianjingwei, they can't kill Hui'er."

"Tianjingwei?"

Mrs. Du was a little surprised when she heard this, "Master, don't you go to save Hui'er?"

"Mo Zizai is the prince, and his identity is still above me. What's the use of me when I go?"

Mrs. Du looked at Du Xing in disbelief. Although she didn't understand the court and could not understand Mo Zizai's plan, she had been married for decades and still knew Du Xing quite well.

From the time Du Xing said this, she already knew that Du Xing did not want to save Du Zihui.

"Master, Hui'er is your son."

Du Xing felt a little uncomfortable by his wife's eyes, and waved his hand and called the slave, "Come on, send the wife back to the room. You are not allowed to let her come out without my order."

"Du Xing, how could you not save me when you die!!!"

Mrs. Du, who was taken away, stared at Du Xing's back with a hint of shrillness in her voice, "Du Xing, that's your son, your son!!!"

"What do you know about women?"

Du Xing reached out and took the tea bowl up, murmured: "With Tianjing Wei here, they can already save Hui'er."

"That's right, they will definitely be able to save Hui'er, they will definitely..."

It seemed to be to hypnotize himself, Du Xing kept saying this sentence several times, but just holding the tea bowl with a slightly trembling hand, revealing his not very calm heart.

...

Mo Zizai, watching Chen Ying and Du Zihui fight for almost half an hour, and the two of them fought to the end, and they were all over the place, with no new ideas, making him feel a little sleepy.

At this time, a group of people came from the street, but they were not the Minister of Justice that Mo Zizai was waiting for, but the head of the Tianjing Wei, Xue Wanjun.

The guard leader Xue Wanjun led people to walk in front of him. The moment he saw the King Mo Zizai Banner, he began to curse in his heart.

I heard someone report to him and say that someone wanted to kill the son of the Minister of Justice. He thought that some gangster came to seek personal grudges. In order to sell it to the Minister of Justice, he did not hesitate to personally take action to suppress the thieves.

As a result, when he saw Mo Zizai's Wang Qi, he realized that it was Mo Zizai who wanted to kill Du Zihui.

One of them is the first-class King of Zizai and the other is the son of the second-class real power boss. Which of these special ladies is something he can afford to be a sixth-class official.

Thinking of this, Xue Wanjun couldn't help but curse anyone who reported the news. Can't your special mother report the news? She said that this was the case and wouldn't he come to him even if he was beaten to death.

But there is no way. As the head of the Tianjing Guard, he is responsible for the security of the capital. If he doesn't come, it would be fine. At most, he will be impeached and ineffective. It's no big deal. But if he pretends not to see him and let Du Zihui die in front of him, then his position as the head of the Tianjing Guard will be over.

So although Xue Wanjun was cursing in his heart, others had to go forward and salute Mo Zizai from a distance, "Xue Wanjun, the leader of the guard of Tianjing Guard, has seen King Zizai."

"This guy is really the time to come. Did the Minister of Justice invite a reinforcement?"

Mo Zizai thought Xue Wanjun was invited by the Minister of Justice. He looked at Xue Wanjun and frowned slightly, "Zhou Qi, can you stop him?"

"It wasn't possible before."

Zhou Qi felt the fast-moving true energy in his body and the second stance of the Seven Swords of the Emperor that he had just figured out, and nodded slightly and said, "If it's now, there's no problem."

The accelerator accelerates the flow of his true energy, which not only increases the speed of cultivation, but also shortens the interval of return air, faster attacks, and stronger ability to continue combat.

In addition, the Seven Swords of the Emperor are extremely powerful, and with these things, it should be no problem to face Xue Wanjun.

"Just stop him."

After hearing Zhou Qi say that he could stop Xue Wanjun, Mo Zizai didn't take Xue Wanjun to heart, but turned to look at Du Zihui, shook his head slightly, and said, "It seems that Du Shangshu is not going to save his son. He is so heartless."

"Since that's the case, it means that this Du Shangshu has determined to surrender to my uncle."

Mo Zizai's eyes showed a trace of murderous intent, "Then let him die here, let Shangshu Du collect the body of his son."

Seeing that Mo Zizai ignored him, Xue Wanjun couldn't help but suck his teeth.

I have heard that this person is a domineering lord, but I didn't expect that he would be so arrogant after being demoted to the prince. This is such a fucking chore.

But there was no way, and he had to speak again, "Prince, fighting is strictly prohibited in the capital. If there is anything, we will go back to the ward to say whether it is good or not. If it really doesn't work, let's go to Jingzhaoyin to say it."

"No need, Xue Weishou, just a little thing."

Mo Zizai shouted at Xue Wanjun, "This person has trespassed in the ceremonial war and intends to assassinate me, so I can solve it myself."

"Training into the king's carriage? Assassination?"

When Xue Wanjun heard Mo Zizai's words, he was confused, "Fuck, is this Du Zihui a sand coin? He actually broke into the king's car. Is there a trick in his head?"

No matter how powerful a prince is, he is still a prince. If you dare to break into his ceremonial guard, isn’t that despising the majesty of the royal family? Don’t say that you are the son of the Minister of Justice, it’s not easy to use your special wife, the Heavenly King!

"Sir Xue, don't listen to his nonsense. I just saw that Brother Shu was humiliated and could not stand it, so I would stand up."

Du Zihui took the time to defend himself, "Also, his ceremonial guard was not something I broke in, but something he let me in by himself."

Seeing that Du Zihui had the strength to reply, Mo Zizai couldn't help but frown and said coldly: "Chen Ying, have you not eaten?"

"If you can't kill him within one stick of incense, then die with him."

After hearing Mo Zizai's threat, Chen Ying's heart tightened slightly. It seemed that His Highness really wanted to kill Du Zihui this time.

"Since that's the case..."

Chen Ying's eyes narrowed slightly and he said to Du Zihui softly: "Young Master Du, I have bought you so much time. It's your father who refuses to save you. Now that the master has orders to take your life, I have no choice."

"After you die, don't resent me."

"If you want to kill me, it depends on whether your life is hard enough."

Du Zihui knew that he had reached the critical moment of life and death. He held the folding fan's hand tightly, and his heart was filled with sadness.

He never expected that just a small temptation would cost all his life. Is this Mo Zizai a madman? He is the son of the Minister of Justice, how dare he do this!

"Jinghong Fan~"

Du Zihui suddenly accelerated, fanned Jinghong, and his speed suddenly increased by several%.

"There is actually hidden strength."

Chen Ying's eyes were not shiver, and he said lightly: "It's a bit of a scheming, but unfortunately the gap between you and me is not something that can be offset by these small means."

Seeing that Du Zihui's fan had stabbed in front of him, Chen Ying took a step back calmly. When Du Zihui used up his strength, he suddenly slapped it and directly hit Du Zihui's right hand holding the fan.

"Ba~"

Du Zihui was slapped by Chen Ying's right hand and drooped softly, and the fan in his hand also came out of his hand.
Chapter completed!