Wu Bo'an smiled slightly, he believed that there was a world in his chest, and all these things were calculated. The world always thought that he was swinging between the second prince and the prince, but he didn't know his relationship with the prime minister, so he blamed: " It's too risky, the prime minister doesn't know the plan you and I have made, if people find out, it may be extremely difficult for your father to escape."
Lin Gong smiled sinisterly and said: "Sir, go to Laoshan to clean up for a while, and when there is trouble in the capital, the prince will know that we must rely on our Lin family to secure this world in the future."
"That's right." Wu Bo'an looked worried, "Since the news of the young lady's marriage came out, I don't know if it's because the eldest princess has no way to control the internal treasury, and the queen's side has become much colder."
From the prime minister's illegitimate daughter incident at the beginning of the year to the final fingering, Wu Bo'an felt that His Majesty had been cutting the face of the prime minister, probably because he was planning for the succession of the crown prince in the future. Sure enough, the prince began to distance himself from the prime minister's office, so he secretly planned this plan. Not only could he kill Fan Xian in one fell swoop, temporarily stabilize the situation in the inner treasury, but also make the prince fall into a certain unstable environment of rumors , forcing Donggong to re-establish a close relationship with the Xiangfu.
Just from the very beginning, the prime minister strictly opposed this plan, but the second son seemed very enthusiastic. A son, a counselor, began to manipulate these things secretly, under the guise of the prime minister, and moved the Fang brothers who had been hiding in the army for a long time—but Wu Boan never expected that Fan Xian would be able to survive such a terrifying attack. Under the circumstances, he still escaped from birth, and even killed the eighth-rank master, leaving an indelible mark.
But the situation is still under control. General Fang Shen had already been silenced, even if the Overwatch Council found out that he was behind it, it was impossible to find out where the prime minister was, so Wu Bo'an asked the second son Lin Gong to return to Beijing immediately.
Lin Gong smiled proudly: "I've been running this manor for a long time. Even if the guards from the inner court or people from the Overwatch Council come, it's extremely difficult to come in and arrest people. What's more, you and I act in such a secret way, who would know about you and me?" will be here?"
Wu Bo'an thought for a moment, that was indeed the case, and after letting go of his heart, the celebrity atmosphere that he couldn't get rid of in his bones was revealed again. He shook the paper fan and pointed at the grape shelf above his head, and said with a smile: "This grape shelf is very elegant, but it makes me feel like I'm in the middle of nowhere." Now think of a joke."
"What joke?"
"There was an official who was afraid of guilt. One day, his wife scratched his face and went to court the next day. The eunuch asked what was going on. The official replied awkwardly, saying that he was enjoying the cool under the grape arbor last night, but the arbor fell down and scratched his face." Face. The eunuch was furious, and scolded: "This must have been done by your shrew. It's unreasonable. Send the yamen servant to fetch your wife. At this time, no one thought that the eunuch's wife was eavesdropping behind the hall, and she was furious. He rushed to the court and yelled at the eunuch. The eunuch panicked, and quickly said to the official: You step back first, my grape shelf has also collapsed..."
After telling the joke, the two laughed in unison. The second son, Lin Gong, had naturally heard this joke before, but he heard something else from the joke. Could it be that Mr. Wu was insinuating that his father was afraid of guilt? It's just that the mother died early... Could it be that the prime minister is afraid of the eldest princess
Lin Gong felt slightly angry, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow appearing in the garden.
It was a blind man with a black cloth covering his eyes, and he was holding an iron chisel in his hand, with blood slowly dripping from the chisel tip.
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Lin and Wu stood up abruptly, knowing that the other party sneaked in here quietly, the masters outside must have died under this iron rod, thinking of the masters in the manor, how could they die before they died? Without even uttering a scream, Lin Gong felt a chill in his heart, and shouted in fear: "Who are you? You have something to say!"
Wu Zhu didn't answer his words, and rushed over from the other side of the garden like a ghost.
With a roar, Lin Gong drew out the soft sword from his waist, and chopped off his head.
Wu Zhu turned to one side, dodging the sword tip, his whole body was already pressed against Lin Gong's face, the two of them were so close, it looked a bit weird.
Puff.
Blood dripped from the iron rod poked out from Lin Gong's back. He looked at the black cloth in front of him, his eyes were full of fear and disbelief. He was the son of a dignified prime minister, and this man killed him without even giving him a chance to speak. own. The iron rod had already pierced Lin Gong's chest, and then Wu Zhu stuck to it. Shocked by the remaining force, Lin Gong's body slid back a few inches on the iron rod, looking horrific.
With a chirp, Wu Zhu calmly pulled out the iron rod from Lin Gong's body, seemingly very slowly, but actually moved three steps quickly to the side, avoiding the fountain of blood spurting from the opponent's chest.
The iron rod pierced Lin Gong's heart impartially, and the blood sprayed out from the small hole, which looked very beautiful.
Seeing this bloody scene, Wu Boan's face was pale, but he tightly covered his mouth to prevent himself from making any sound. He saw the black cloth covering his eyes, knew that the other party was blind, and tried to get away with it.
Wu Zhu tilted his head slightly, turned around and "looked" at him.
Strong despair surged in Wu Bo'an's heart, but there was a smirk on his face, trying to keep his voice steady: "I am not the prime minister! This strong man, working hard for others, is not necessarily a worthwhile thing." A matter of the future. The old man Wu Boan has a lot of friends in Beijing and China. If the ambition of a strong man is still there, why not..."
His voice stopped abruptly, and then he lowered his head with great difficulty, looking at the iron drill that had passed through his larynx.
He didn't understand why the assassin didn't want to hear what he had to say... He was a frail scholar, and he didn't pose any threat. Moreover, he pretends that he is not only a strategist who is considered exhaustive, but also has unparalleled eloquence. As long as this blind assassin is willing to listen to these words, he will definitely not kill himself—I still have many important things to do in this life, how can I just die like this? What
However, the counselor Wu Bo'an died so simply.
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In fact, Wu Zhu has lived in this world for more than 30 years, and he has never figured out why, no matter in Dongyi City, in the Northern Wei Dynasty, in Kyoto, or here, whenever he wants to kill each other, these people Always like to chatter non-stop. Miss said back then: "Swords are always more powerful than words." Wu Zhu always thought that he understood the meaning of this sentence, but he didn't understand why the world always didn't understand this truth.
Wuzhu took back the iron rod, and walked out of the garden a little lonely.
After he left, the grape trellis finally couldn't bear the murderous aura of Wu Zhu's rapid movement before, and fell down with a click, covering the two corpses, covered with green leaves, and the old vines were entangled in one place.
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For a few days, there was no other news from the Overwatch Council. Mu Tie had actually come to Fan's residence once to do flattering work. It's just that Wu Bo'an, an unknown but actually very powerful counselor, suddenly disappeared from the world. Fan Xian Mu Tie's mood didn't seem to be very good, so Mu Tie's palm fell lightly, but it landed heavily on his lap, without leaving a good impression.
The dark forces in Si Nanbo's hands also quietly joined the search team, but they still found nothing. After Wang Qinian reported the failure of the operation in disgrace, Fan Xian had no choice but to temporarily suppress this matter, and forcibly shifted his mind to his sister. , bookstore, and chicken legs came up with more sunny words, and waited patiently for Uncle Heibu's method.
In the afternoon, he took his younger sister and Sizhe to visit Prince Jing's mansion.
Unexpectedly, Prince Jing was not in the mansion today, the eldest son Li Hongcheng said helplessly: "Father has gone to the palace today, saying that the Queen Mother misses him."
Fan Xian laughed and didn't think about it too much. He and Li Hongcheng went to the back garden under the pergola to eat some melons and fruits while chatting to escape the heat of early summer. None of them were outsiders, so the young daughter of the county king, the Princess Roujia who had fascinated Fan Xian was also present, and she didn't shy away from anything. Fan Xian looked at the little girl, and couldn't help being afraid for a while. Hearing Ruoruo's story about the story of the stone, he had imagined that after knowing that she was the author of the story of the stone, would the princess girl love her for some reason? What, have some feelings for yourself.
But after seeing Roujia, Fan Xian immediately cut off this idea.
The princess is very beautiful, with a rosy cheek, and she is extremely gentle and polite, even the gentlest woman Fan Xian has ever seen since he came to this world. But Fan Xian still resolutely turned his nostrils to the sky, and did not give his eyes the slightest favor.
Because this princess girl, who just turned 12 this year, is an incomparably pure green fruit, not even a girl. Fan Xian is a bit sentimental in his bones, but he is not a sentimental person. Whenever he thinks about what to do with a twelve-year-old girl, he panics and avoids it.
Who knows what to be afraid of, Princess Roujia has been sitting obediently next to Ruoruo today, but her two eyes are aimed at Fan Xian intentionally or unintentionally, a pair of big eyes are flickering shyly, it is amazing to see. Fan Xian was thinking, flustered, confused and frightened.
Fan Sizhe was led by the servants of the palace to shoot arrows. Fan Xian and the crown prince were talking about each other, and the two girls were also whispering something. Just when Fan Xian was feeling embarrassed, he suddenly saw an official from the palace hurried in, and heard something in Li Hongcheng's ear. Li Hongcheng's expression changed, and he looked at Fan Xian with two puzzled eyes. .
"What's the matter?" Fan Xian looked at the arbor and said with a smile, "The grape trellises in the palace are pretty good, but it just reminds me of a joke."
Shizi didn't give him a chance to show off his talent in front of the girls, so he pulled him aside with a heavy face, and said softly, "Something went wrong."