America's strong and miserable desire to destroy the world

"Crack-"

The assassin's arm was broken when Qingyue raised his hand, his face turned pale, and he was about to bite his tongue to commit suicide, when Qingyue's palm smashed his jaw.

Not as playful and cute as before, Qingyue put on a cold face, pushed the man in front of Wen Qiusheng, and kicked the assassin's knee to make him fall to his knees.The series of actions were fast, precise and ruthless. The third prince thought that none of the guards around him could do this. He was worthy of being the apprentice of the commander of the imperial guards.

Wen Qiusheng smiled softly at this moment, and said softly, "Don't be afraid."

It took the third prince a while to realize that Wen Qiusheng was talking to him, and his face turned red and black at times, it was wonderful.

His Majesty is not here, the prince is in charge.

However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been pure-hearted and ascetic, and does not participate in foreign affairs. Will he interfere with this assassination?Obviously, the assassin was related to one of the old ministers present.If the assassin is not dead, the murderer can be found out once he checks.

All the courtiers had different expressions, all waiting for the prince's reaction.

The third prince's expression also changed. He looked at Wen Qiusheng, but saw that the other party didn't seem to care about the prince's attitude at all. Even from the beginning to the end of the assassination, the smile on Wen Qiusheng's lips did not change.

In the dead silence, he was still drinking casually.

No one noticed that Xue Wunian pushed back the slightly unsheathed Xianjue Sword.

The crowd only saw the prince's indifferent expression, but he expressed his attitude unexpectedly, "Anyone who assassinates the queen will be executed as a crime."

Hearing a bang, the old official who planned this matter knelt down on the ground, his face as pale as ashes.

No one expected that the crown prince always puts everything in a high position, but this time he not only intervened, but also stood by the queen.

The guards with knives came to drag him out for execution, but the veteran broke free from them suddenly, looked up to the sky and cried out, "Dayan is in danger!"

Then he slammed into the porch pillar in front of the hall, and blood spattered on the spot in an instant.

Amidst sobs, Wen Qiusheng walked past the general, and smiled at the startled man.

"This is the real loyal minister, right?"

Unfortunately, the end of such a person is doomed to death.

He walked away with a flick of his sleeves, leaving only the bursts of cold wind with a faint fragrance and the coolness in everyone's hearts.The stench of blood permeated the main hall, and was quickly covered up by the maids with water and incense. After the melodious music, there were toasts and cups, and everything was as usual.

This is the case with the ruling and opposition parties. No matter how horrifying and shocking the memory was at that time, it will be gradually forgotten.The imperial city is thousands of miles away, and there are many ghosts with dead bones.

Wen Qiusheng was already slightly drunk when he returned to the Tai Chi Hall. The moment he opened the door, he heard His Majesty's deep voice telling the servants to retreat.

The door creaked shut.

The greasy incense quickly aroused restlessness, as if adding fire to the sweet wine.Wen Qiusheng raised his eyes lazily, his gaze lightly swept across the slender red whip hanging on the screen, and his lips curled up slightly.

He laughed, the corners of his eyes and brows were full of endless charm.

"Your Majesty, you are very good today. Is this a Mid-Autumn Festival gift for me?"

If the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty saw this scene, they would definitely feel that the blood-stained pillars tonight are nothing, and nothing can compare to the shocking scene in front of them.

Of course, if they really saw it with their own eyes, it would be time for them to go to hell.

……

After the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, the third prince wanted to win Wen Qiusheng over with all his heart.Although His Majesty was watching, he didn't dare to approach him blatantly, but secretly gave Wen Qiusheng gifts in private.

It's just that he didn't know that all the rare treasures he gave were rewarded by Wen Qiusheng to his servants.His Majesty rewarded him constantly, and the young marquis's family had been in business for generations. Wen Qiusheng had already seen all the treasures, and he really didn't like the ones given by the third prince.

What's more, Wen Qiusheng knew that he was the mastermind of the assassination, and now he deliberately planted the crown prince to lure him into the trap.After all, "Beauty of the Nation Disaster" is really an easy-to-use knife.

Wen Qiusheng didn't refuse his gift, nor did he intend to expose it.Now that he couldn't find the evil monk everywhere, he couldn't help thinking: maybe it's too early, and the evil monk will not appear until the reality develops to the extent in the book.

If this is the case, then he still needs the third prince to follow the script in the book, that is, frame the prince so that he will be deposed and exiled.

The evil monk in the book seems to have appeared among the people when the third prince was about to ascend the throne.

Wen Qiusheng never thought of looking for the murderer in his dream. He had too many enemies, so he was impatient and didn't care.But there's one thing he's been brooding about—

Who sent his portrait from Gusu to His Majesty?Who thought of this?

This portrait led to a big drama, and the people behind the scenes really had a good plan.Wen Qiusheng sneered, if he found that person, he would definitely cut him into pieces!

However, the third prince gave Wen Qiusheng a gift for seven days, but he didn't hear back. When he was worried, he heard that Wen Qiusheng had left the palace.The third prince was overjoyed, and when he asked, he actually went to Qianqiu Pavilion.

Since its establishment, Qianqiu Pavilion has accommodated thousands of talented people.The identity of the Pavilion Master is so mysterious that almost no one can see it.The cabinet often gathers counselors from four places, some even come from other countries. Among the capitals, this is the only place where they can talk freely without restraint.The Guozijian is full of young talents, and they always love to go here.

But what does the queen do in such a place?The third prince couldn't figure it out.

He had just arrived outside the Qianqiu Pavilion when he suddenly heard a loud drum beating.People in school uniforms ran past him, crowding towards the door.There was a look of surprise and excitement on their faces.

"Have you heard?"

"I heard that, I didn't expect him to come! This conference was specially organized to criticize him, and he still has the courage to show up."

"Brother Han and the others will definitely give him a good lesson! Let's go and have a look, the meeting has already started."

People around don't know what they are talking about.The third prince walked into the pavilion, and saw that the walls of the surrounding corridors were covered with scrolls of poems, and upon closer inspection, they were all prose.It turns out that these Guozijian students are denouncing the queen!

After the third prince figured out what was going on, he began to look for Wen Qiusheng.Not long after he walked in the direction of the crowd, he entered the lobby.The third prince thought that there must be a lot of people in the hall, and it was a lively scene. After all, he had seen the group of lunatics in the Imperial College denouncing treacherous officials.

But as soon as he stepped in, he found that the scene in front of him was completely different.

The scene was unbelievably quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen falling on the rice paper.

"what happened?"

"Hush—" Someone didn't know the identity of the third prince, and stopped him with a frown. "The poetry competition has come to an end, and now we are discussing the strategy of governing the country."

A strategy for governing the country?Under the explanation of others, the third prince gradually understood.

It turned out that Wen Qiusheng thought it was very reasonable after listening to everyone's condemnation, so he asked, "Since you all have criticisms about the government, you must have already made up your mind, why don't you let me hear your strategy for governing the country? fight?"

Once someone refuses, Wen Qiusheng will mock again, "It turns out that you are just scumbags, you only talk nonsense."

Everyone is young and vigorous, how can we not be irritated?So everyone spread out their rice paper and vowed to use their own strategies to govern the country to convince the "disaster".

As expected of him, the Third Prince shook his head with a smile, a trace of deep thought flashed across his eyes.If he can't get such a good weapon to disrupt the government and confuse people's hearts, then he must not let others get it.

He looked up to the high platform, besides the most outstanding students of Guozijian, there were Wen Qiusheng and the young master.Young Lord Hou is suave and suave, but at this time he is helping to grind the ink with a look of hospitality.Naturally, he couldn't be helping others, just beside him, Wen Qiusheng's sleeves were windy, and he wrote quickly and calmly.

Is it possible that the queen also has to fight for a strategy for governing the country?

No matter what the third prince was thinking, Wen Qiusheng was calm and relaxed at this moment.Of course he doesn't have such a thing as a strategy for governing the country.

But he has something else.

There was another drumbeat, and when the drumbeat stopped, all the students put down their pens.

All eyes were on the high platform.Wen Qiusheng also put away his pen, with a smile on his brow, as if he was extremely satisfied.

Hou Mingzhi wiped off the ink stains on his hands one by one with a brocade handkerchief soaked in water. The little Hou Ye, who has always been carefree, was more focused and serious than ever in doing this kind of work of serving people.

The movements of the two are very natural, and it is obvious that this is how they get along with each other on weekdays.The handsome young man in a fine attire is dignified and affectionate, his fingers are slender, white as jade, and his joints are distinct. The smile on his lips is careless, as if it is a normal thing to be treated like a treasure.

Such a scene stunned many students in the audience, and they couldn't help but be dazzled by the bright and compelling beauty for a moment.After quickly returning to their senses, they became angry again from embarrassment.

"Is the queen's strategy for governing the country ready?"

When the other students were composing poems, Wen Qiusheng also wrote.Everyone saw it in their eyes, and at the same time they were surprised, but they also secretly felt funny in their hearts.

Such a question is just waiting for Wen Qiusheng to make a fool of himself.

In their eyes, Wen Qiusheng has an embroidered skin, and the inside must be even hollower than a rough scarecrow in the countryside.Can such a person write a strategy for governing the country?Oh, it's a joke!

A group of people waited for Wen Qiusheng to humiliate himself, and then heard the other party say, "You are all celebrities in the Imperial College, talented people from all over the world. When it comes to talents, learning, and strategies for governing the country, I am naturally invincible. To compete with you."

Ha, I was really scared.

"And I hated poetry and books since I was a child. There are a lot of rules, which are terribly annoying. It can be said that I know nothing about poetry."

Crowd: ?

So what did you write all at once?Watching you use up a whole bottle of ink!

"But—" Wen Qiusheng smiled, and changed the topic, "I thought about it, but I can't just let you spend your energy, that would be embarrassing. No matter how shallow my strategy is, I have to say something, right? No It doesn't matter if you can compose poetry, I happen to be good at one skill, so I will share a few simple and simple writings with you, don't laugh at me."

When everyone was at a loss, the young master had already triumphantly spread out the rice paper on the table, and several servants held one end respectively, retreated from both sides and raised their hands.