After cultivating the ruthless way, I soared

--Mystery man--

The mysterious man who suddenly appeared was tall and tall, with an extraordinary bearing, flicking the tip of his sword, a bloodstain was drawn on his back.

"Who killed your brother? If you don't go to someone, why go to Zhou Xiang?"

"He killed your brother himself?"

"I despise you hypocrites who make excuses for your cowardice the most in my life."

The sword was so powerful that it hit three bloodstains on the young man's back, one of which was deep enough to show the bone. The young man's face was pale, and he was so frightened and painful that he couldn't even speak.

Fortunately, maybe he was just a child, or maybe that mysterious man with the bamboo hat had more important things to do, and at least his life was spared.

Before the boy passed out, he had only one thought.

This mysterious person must be Zhou Feng's dog official. Sooner or later, he will kill his enemies and avenge his brother and himself.

Zhou Feng was not so lucky every time. Every time he was assassinated, a child who didn't understand human affairs and poor martial arts would come.

It still hurts when the sword is inserted into the chest, Zhou Feng's blood is the same as that of ordinary people, it is red and hot.Fortunately, I have suffered a lot of injuries, so I got used to it.

After Da Chu ascended the throne as a young emperor, he changed the name of the country to Jing'an.

In the first year of Jing’an, in the year of Xing’an, the court was in turmoil and wars continued. Maybe the dead were too many and the sins were too heavy. God couldn’t stand it. The rainy season came early and long. Prevent drought and flood disasters.

In the eyes of the foolish people, it was a waste of money. He did this kind of project for the sake of greed, and countless silver must have been stolen into Zhou Feng's mansion.

No one has ever been to the Zhou Mansion, anyway, he is not humane, and no one dares to go, and the people around him are all dead soldiers who were born as orphans.

If someone has been to that empty and spacious house, he will be shocked that the important minister is actually so miserable and miserable.

In the second year of Jing'an, Zhou Feng recruited wise men and opened a school. He didn't ask heroes about their origins, so that ordinary people's children could have books to read.

The people sighed, knowing that there were too few people who could be used by the court, Zhou Feng wanted to support his own power.

Every household is asking their children not to become Zhou Feng's lackeys on the premise of saving their lives.

But Zhou Feng, who had never participated in the imperial examination, seemed to avoid it, and was not worried about those people at all, threatening to work his life.

In the third year of Jing'an, Zhou Feng set up three provinces to separate powers, so that this court was no longer the emperor's one-word hall.

It's just a show, and the words are nice. The current ministers, where have you heard the words of the ten-year-old little emperor, and they didn't listen to Zhou Feng?

Year after year, Zhou Feng lost one batch after another of dead men by his side, and finally he didn't bother to recruit any more. The only one who accompanied him was Zhi Zhi, who now had the prototype of the legendary unicorn.

Zhou Feng has a discerning eye, and he has helped many capable men and sages in these years. Coincidentally, he despises the infidelity and injustice he used to coerce the emperor to make the princes. Colleagues who disagree with Zhou Feng's political views;

Zhou Feng tried his best to teach the young emperor the art of emperors, but let the wolf cub pinch his weakness.

Ten years have passed, and the rivers and rivers in the world today are clear and clean, and all capable people and people with lofty ideals have talents to contribute. The common people live and work in peace and contentment, and green shoots emerge from the rotten rotten wood. entanglements.

There is always a chance to settle the buried old accounts, the kindling that was buried in the ashes in the past, under the deliberate promotion of the young emperor, completely burned.

Nine days are closed and the palace is opened, the clothes of all nations are crowned with crowns, and above the court, there are half of civil and military officials. Has been turned into a tomb.

Many princes and nobles wanted to pretend that they had royal blood, and the Holy One was young, so it was better to give up the side branches. Now, under Zhou Feng's iron and blood methods, they also returned to their fiefs for the elderly.

It's another court meeting, everyone has a strategy to discuss the above, and you don't have to worry about it, and you don't have to take into account the already declining Zhou Feng.

"There are reckless thieves making trouble in the southwest. General Su Qin's going is overkill. In my opinion, it is better to let his deputy general Jiang Qi go instead."

The person who made this statement must be the new champion this year, one of the civil servants handpicked by the emperor, and Su Qin is Zhou Feng's confidant, Jiang Qi is afraid that he has already abandoned the dark and turned to the bright, keeping up with the general trend.

Zhou Feng wore an indigo official robe, his back was straight, he didn't say anything, his eyes were lowered to listen to those people chirping, he just felt irritable.

Unexpectedly, the fire still burned on his head.

"Zhou Xiang, someone accused you of embezzling relief money. Here is the account book. Can you refute it?"

The naive child above the throne has long since turned into a teenager, and then a youth.Zhou Feng invited him a very good teacher, and it took a lot of effort at that time to invite the reclusive emperor teacher out of the mountain.

The young emperor, who endured humiliation and lost his power, will always have a real sense of the day when he will be crowned a great treasure.

It's Zhou Feng, who will kill himself if he does many unrighteous actions, and it's him, he will take the blame.

Ten years ago, Zhou Feng stepped on the snow that never melted in Changming Mountain, one step at a time. He was exhausted and fell on top of it, before arriving at the door of that gentleman.

Cheng Men Lixue, but not for himself.

"I never thought that a ghostly person has a loyal heart in his chest." The emperor was a thin middle-aged man, stroking his beard and thinking.

"The art of an emperor lies in checks and balances. At that time, your prestige will be too high. In this world, you will take advantage of the ups and downs of the dragon, and the flames of war will reignite. What should you do?"

Zhou Feng was stunned for a while, as if he had returned to his childhood, the candlelight in the temple, facing the innocent ancestors of the Zhou family for generations, his father asked him.

"The heart of the green blood will also fall into the dust, what should you do?"

The young man is passionate, he would rather bend than bend, every word. "Be self-reliant, for the country, for the people, and for the world." Zhou Feng replied with a smile.

"I'll destroy myself." Let the sewage splash him, gossip dirty him, step a clean road in the mud, even if the Zhou family, who has been loyal to the court for generations, has knowledge under the spring, there will be no complaints.

The emperor looked at him carefully.

"You are rare."

So, all in all, the dust settled.

Zhou Feng's spine has never been bent, and he is worthy of the world when he pitches up.

"Sir, plead guilty."

He can't wait for the golden basin to wash his hands, and he can't wait to say goodbye to the four-legged beast that has been with him all the time.

In today's world, there are wine, meat, knives, swords, spring peaches, and thriving.

There are springs that are just melting, snow capped, summer flowers luxuriant, mountains and rivers are beautiful, and naturally there are sorrows and sorrows that have not been wiped out, good and bad are mixed together, love and hatred are written in books, and everyone is in their own story. protagonist.

Elegantly listening to the piano and flute, vulgarly listening to the gossip of neighbors, and moderately going to teahouses to listen to storytelling.

Everyone is so happy and happy, and they are also lively listening to some gossip.

The east wind blows the dance feast, and the heartbroken sky in the spring garden.

In this prosperous and prosperous age, it has only been 15 years since Zhou Feng entered the court.

Bustling and bustling, people coming and going, the speech on the street is dirty ink that someone has prepared long ago, and the people have different opinions.

The news that Zhou Feng, a courtier, was thrown into prison spread to the streets and alleys like wings.

The mouth that had been silent like a cicada finally spoke.

"Sue Zhou Feng for ten crimes."

"It's not filial to go against my father's wish and insist on entering the court within a year of my father's death."

"Slavery and coquettish, colluding with the former prime minister, making the court a mess, is for disharmony."

"Later, seeing the emperor's decline, forcing the palace to coerce the emperor to order the princes is disloyal."

"It is inhumane to provoke the flames of war, treat the people as nothing, and cause countless casualties."

"It is unrighteous to kill colleagues and exclude dissidents."

"Such a scum, once imprisoned, really happy."

"Ling Chi is not an exaggeration."

Zhou Feng is the minister of the humerus, and people all over the world can't frame him like this. He should be under one man and above ten thousand, bestow incense on temples and be respected by all people.

Xuan Zhe couldn't listen to those rumors, broke into the prison with a single sword, even if his martial arts were strong, he couldn't fight so many generals, and suffered countless injuries.

Of the capable ministers and loyal generals in ancient times, who is like Zhou Feng?Use Xiao Xiao's body to pull Da Chu who was buried in the coffin back to the world.

Xu Shi couldn't bear it, so he let Xuan Zhe come to see him.

Each other is covered in a mess.

Zhou Feng quietly looked at him in the twilight.

"You should know what I want." Zhou Feng's words were hoarse and dull.

Xuan Zhe bent his fingers, pinched the blade tightly, drooped his brows, and stared at Zhou Feng's back, his clothes were torn and bloodstained.

Xuan Zhe's eyes were red, ready to bleed, as if angry.

"You want to die."

How can you not know, how can you not know?

The courtier who is well-known in the world, who only seeks the truth, is nothing more than a peaceful river, and the world is peaceful.

He Ben Aomei took a handful of snow from the tips, Xuan Zhe thought angrily.

"Xuan Zhe, take good care of that four-legged beast for me."

"go by yourself."

"Xuan Zhe."

"Did I treat you badly?" Zhou Feng had no regrets in his life, he asked himself that he could stand the question to the world, to the Zhou family, and even to the current emperor, but to Xuan Zhe, he really owed too much.

"Fortunately, I thought, it's enough to protect you well." Xuan Zhe's eyes hurt from the burns on his body, so he stopped looking at him and only listened to the voice.

"In the next life, I'll be a cow and a horse, and tie a ring with grass—" Zhou Feng's voice was weak, and it didn't sound very convincing.

"I don't want the next life, I only want the present." Xuan Zhe was vicious, but not vicious.

"You look at this land for me, and avenge my injustice. I have a unicorn beast, and my life is bound to die. Our front is not here. Wait for me, good boy."

Zhou Feng flipped through the ancient books, and knew that this beast was a unicorn, with an incomplete interface and many loopholes, so he guessed that this world was just a cloudy dream.

Although there are discrepancies, they are not much different.

Maybe, maybe, when the dream woke up, Xuan Zhe was by his side, that world might not have these messy and disturbing things.

Xuan Zhe took it as an excuse, but the last thing he wanted was to go against Zhou Feng's wishes, even if it was to seek death.

Life is also guarded, and death is also guarded.

The author has something to say: "The east wind blows the dance feast, and the heartbroken sky in the spring garden." Quoted from Li Shangyin's "Willow"

"The Nine Heavens closed and opened the palace, and the clothes and crowns of all nations worshiped the crown." Quoting from Wang Wei's "Jia Sheren's Works of the Daming Palace in the Early Dynasty"