Chapter 649 (2/2)

Li Hong hesitated to look at his dragon father, thought or asked: ”so how to deal with Li Xian? Please give me your father's instructions. ””What do you mean?” Li Zhiqiang held back his anger and asked in a deep voice.

Li Hong lowered his head and looked at his toes. It was obvious that both the Empress Dowager and the emperor's father had a clear attitude now. It was obvious that he wanted to give up the matter and Li Xian had been punished. If we talk about the punishment of crimes, we might damage their reputation.

”I don't know, but Li Xian committed such a heinous crime. Even if he didn't investigate, the people in the court would be disappointed with the court. In the future, the royal family would still be in charge of the country and the subjects.” Li Hong said calmly.

”Is that what you mean?” Li Zhi sighs helplessly and looks at the silent Li Hong.

Li Hong did not speak, and Li Zhi looked at him silently. Father and son fell into a brief silence in the study.

Wu Mei, who overhears outside the door, is about to raise her heart to her throat. Li Hong is determined to get rid of Li Xian. However, Li Hong has done nothing wrong in doing so. No matter from the perspective of the royal family or the court, Li Hong's actions are all right.

”Save your life. Don't let the child be born without a father. Sometimes there is a person who can come to see me as a useless emperor.”

”Yes, I know.” Li Hong no longer gave Lizhi a chance to speak, and resolutely turned around and walked out of the study.

Similarly, when he saw Wu Mei at the door, Li Hong just made a silent salute. Then, under Wu Mei's gaze, he tore down the map of the Tang Dynasty that had been hung on the wall and left the palace.

The whole process was not muddled. Even between every move, there was a trace of dissatisfaction and anger. It seemed that he used his attitude to tell Lizhi and Wu Mei that he was very dissatisfied with his father's decision to let Li Xian down lightly.

Li Zhi didn't know when he appeared at the door. Standing side by side with Wu Mei, Li Hong, who rolled up the map and flew open the door curtain, was full of different tastes.

”It's hard for the prince.” Wu Mei's tone is slightly sad. In this riot, Li Hong is the biggest victim, but in the end, he should be allowed to bear all the public opinion and pressure.

”The prince of the Tang Dynasty, the future prince, if you don't have this ability...”

”But that's Li Xian, it's no one else!” Wu Mei suddenly said a cold, and then returned to the bedroom.

At the gate of Zongzheng temple, the sound of disordered steps suddenly sounded. General Xiong Qu of jinwuwei led several ten jinwuwei guards, escorting his royal highness into the prison.

After Li Hong's explanation, the Minister of Zongzheng temple, who was afraid to leave Zongzheng temple one night, heard the voice and ran out in a hurry. He only saw Li Hong leading Xiong Qu and several jin Wuwei behind him to the prison where Pei Wang was imprisoned.

”Open the door.” Li Hong looked at Li Xian, pale, puzzled and tired inside the fence gate, but the wound on his shoulder had been repainted, and no blood could be seen.

Facing the prince's Royal Highness, who was infuriated by his anger, Zongzheng Temple secretary had no time to figure out what the prince intended and ordered someone to open the prison door. When Li Hong suddenly pulled out the horizontal knife in Xiong Qu's waist, he cut it on the lock of the prison door. In an instant, the lock head flew open, and the prison door opened slowly and automatically because of the huge force.

In the cell, a dim oil lamp is shining with a flame about the size of soybean. No matter how good it is, no matter how good it is, it will not be much better.

Compared with other conditions, the ventilation is a little bit worse.

”What are you going to do?” Li Xian looks at throwing away the horizontal knife and enters Li Hong with a heavy face. He asks in a panic.

The knife that was cut on the lock just now was just like that on his neck. Before the tremor disappeared, Li Hong strode in.

”Can you walk? Come with me if you can walk. ” Li Hong stood in front of Li Xian, looking at the forced Li Xian, said coldly.

”Are you going to let me go?”

”Dream!” Li Hong snorted again, and then he could not help saying that. Suddenly, his big hand caught Li Xian's injured shoulder. Suddenly, there was a howling cry in the cell.

Both Zongzheng Temple minister and general Jin Wuwei looked at his royal highness with a look at each other, and treated Li Xian, king of Pei, as if he had been sentenced to death.

”Let go Li Xian's heart rending cry, that kind of pain, as if let him ring when the arm was cut off, that moment of feeling.

”Follow me.” Li Hong clung to Li Xian's shoulder and did not move. He let Li Xian scream bitterly and took Li Xian's shoulder and walked to a table in the middle of the cell.