Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

The autumn is crisp, the yellow clouds are low, the breeze is floating, and the flowing water is gurgling. The quiet courtyard is indeed a livable place.

Fu Liang rested his chin on his right hand, and Ji Jiu held a cup to sip tea. The two glanced at each other, and then focused their understanding eyes on Wang Run outside the pavilion again.

Wang Run's high bun was loose, and he was holding a thick black ancient knife in his hand. He seemed to be dancing in the courtyard like crazy, his eyes were full of blood, and the corners of his eyes and lips showed extreme hostility.

The flowing golden streamer of the blade cut off countless intricate and invisible red threads in the void, and every time a red thread was cut off, they would hear a crisp "click" sound.

It wasn't until all the invisible red lines floating in the air were cut off that Wang Run took a breath, the point of the knife was stuck on the ground, and he leaned crookedly against the handle of the knife.

After a while, he raised the knife and turned the knife flower smartly, and gathered it in his broad sleeves.

At this time, the hostility on his face disappeared completely, and he turned his head to look at Fu Liang and Ji Jiu with a toothy smile, with a relaxed and carefree expression.

As he walked back to the Sijiao Pavilion, he wrapped part of the loose black hair back into the tall square crown, leaving a strand of blue hair on each side of the temple, and the back was still long and waist-length.

"Master Hou, aren't you doing this to show those monks... and Wang Yang that our intentions are really wrong?" Fu Liang put down his hand resting on his chin, and raised his chin at him with a chuckle.

Wang Run took his seat with a big sword and a golden horse, and snorted nonchalantly: "He never believed my uncle, it doesn't matter if he knows, there is no evidence anyway."

From Wang Run's attitude, Fu Liang could almost conclude that if they didn't hurry up to do something, the three of them would be killed by Wang Yang's preemptive strike.

"The Marquis can't wait any longer. This country should belong to the Marquis. Does Fu Guoshi have a clever plan?" Wang Run looked at Fu Liang expectantly and asked eagerly.

"Wang Yang is deeply loved by the officials and the common people, how can it be so easy to overthrow him?" Fu Liang thought to himself.

Wang Run saw him lowered his eyes in thought, and it was inconvenient to disturb him, so his eyes fell on Chang Siqiu's face inadvertently: "Mr. Chang, can you find another way?"

Although Chang Siqiu is disabled, and there are rumors outside that Chang Siqiu's cultivation is useless, but he never underestimated Chang Siqiu's ability, especially the night he saw Chang Siqiu bring the seriously injured Fu Liang to his barracks.

Ji Jiu put down the teacup, raised his hand to pick at his temple in a serious manner, shook his head helplessly and said, "It's really difficult, the so-called "he who wins the hearts of the people wins the world", the hearts of the people in this country are all in Wang Yang. "

Wang Run slapped the stone table with his palm angrily, and the top of the stone table was instantly torn apart, and the fragments of teacups and stones and gravel fell all over the ground.

Fu Liang and Ji Jiu: "..."

"The most difficult thing to control is the "people's heart", and the easiest thing to control is also the "people's heart." "Fu Liang said suddenly, his eyes became sharp and determined.

Ji Jiu tugged at his sleeve happily: "You thought of a good solution so quickly?"

Wang Run's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly urged: "Master Fu Guo, please tell me."

"Although Pindao has a way, the main thing is to rely on you, Lord Hou." Fu Liang said lightly.

The stone table in front of him was gone, and he was a little unaccustomed to the empty space, so he leaned his left arm and elbow on the armrest of Ji Jiu's wheelchair.

Wang Run said firmly: "Don't worry, just like last time, we will have a happy cooperation."

Fu Liang didn't talk nonsense, and said seriously: "The sea country has suffered from disasters since last year. Although the victims have been properly resettled, it is still difficult to heal the wounds in the hearts of the people. If this natural disaster is changed to a man-made disaster, and it is still God punished Wang Yang, do you think the people of Haiguo still think he is a good emperor who loves the people like a son?"

Wang Run listened to his words, he understood what Fu Liang meant, and at the same time worried: "How can natural disasters be changed to man-made disasters? Ever since the emperor ascended the throne, Haiguo has been peaceful and peaceful for a long time. How could God punish him?"

"What's so difficult about it?" Ji Jiu interrupted him, and asked with ease, "Isn't it possible to do such a simple thing as 'planting the blame'? "

"Framing the blame? Please tell Mr. Chang clearly."

Wang Run looked at Chang Siqiu, his brows and eyes couldn't hide his excitement, he knew that this person was not simple.

"With your cultivation level, it's not difficult to enter the inner court without anyone noticing, right? Collect more secrets of the palace, and then make up your own logic. As long as it is reasonable enough, then put the pot of natural disasters on him. The ignorant people usually believe it without any doubt, everyone likes secrets, especially the emperor's secrets."

"Hahaha——" Wang Run let out a series of insolent laughter, "Benhou understands, thanks to Mr. Chang's reminder."

Fu Liang curled his lips lightly, Ji Jiu's method was indeed very good, and then reminded Wang Run: "Don't be too happy, Lord Hou, the day when the public opinion ferments the wall and everyone pushes it down is a good time for you to act.

But don't forget that before you act, you have to prepare all the people and horses. Qin Hui still has two or three friends. Those who should be wooed by Lord Hou must be wooed. ..."

Fu Liang paused intentionally, raised his hand and made a gesture of "wiping the neck" in front of his neck, and said cruelly: "Let's solve it all, cut the grass and root out."

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

Wang Runru got the maxim of truth, got up and turned to the bleak sky, with his back to Fu Liang Jijiu, he opened his arms and shouted loudly, the veins on his white neck were obvious.

Immediately afterwards, he immediately turned around and bid farewell to the two of them: "This Marquis is going to prepare immediately."

Fu Liang nodded encouragingly, very satisfied with his lightning speed.

However, after taking two steps, Wang Run turned his head and asked, "What about you? Is this Marquis going to continue to speak to the emperor so that you can be free and even enter the palace to face the saint?"

"Of course, you have to do enough superficial skills. It's best to let him misunderstand that you have nothing to do. No matter how silent you are, you will become a blockbuster."

Fu Liang rested his elbows on the armrest of Ji Jiu's wheelchair, and gently pressed his fingers against his temples, raising his eyebrows and smiling lightly.

"The Marquis understands."

Wang Run happily left.

"Stupid and crazy." Ji Jiu shook his head lightly and commented.

Fu Liang couldn't help being amused by him, but soon asked him seriously: "Where's your Qingluan? Take it to deliver a letter to Ye Xiaoyi."

Qingluan is a fifth-order spirit bird that is often served in the autumn harvest. It is specially used to contact Ye Xiaoyi, so that Ye Kingdom can prepare as soon as possible to cooperate with their actions in Haiguo.