America's strong and miserable desire to destroy the world

The story of Qianqiu Pavilion quickly spread throughout the capital, and the old master of the Imperial College passed out on the spot after hearing the news.The coldness and humidity of the dungeon didn't break him down, and the emperor's coldness didn't make him die, but when the news came out that hundreds of students under him were after the demon queen, not only did he lose face, he also had no face to face the scholars before him after death!

As long as the old master thinks that the people in the capital are laughing at him, he will feel that life is bleak.So the next day, the old master announced that he was out of illness, and he didn't want to step into the Imperial College again.

In the Prince's Mansion, the chief guard was arguing with the counselors in the backyard.

"When I went to Qianqiu Pavilion, I was impressed by the queen and brought the painting back to the prince's mansion! It's ridiculous! If you don't really follow the prince, you should leave the mansion early!"

The head of the guard had an annoyed expression on his face, he didn't expect that a counselor from the Prince's Mansion went to the Qianqiu Pavilion and brought back the map of the mountains and rivers.

"Lord Xijin, this is inappropriate. All the counselors in the world admire are talented people. Mr. Wen has a good understanding of people. We naturally appreciate it. This is not contrary to our original intention of following the prince."

"That's right, what's more, this picture of Jiangshan complements His Royal Highness's original volume of "Jiangshan Strategy". We also thought of this, so we brought it back and prepared to serve His Highness."

The chief guard felt that they were staring at no one, and was angrily trying to throw everyone out, but he heard the prince's voice.

"Show the painting to Gu."

The counselors gladly presented the painting.

Everyone waited for the prince to view the painting for a long time before putting it away.Then he listened to the prince's faint instructions, "In the south of the Yangtze River, the prefect sent the special products of Gusu, find some good ones and send them there."

To whom?Of course it was the one in the palace.

The head of the guard bowed his head in response, but he was astonished in his heart.

……

Wen Qiusheng just woke up from his lunch break, when he heard the commotion outside, Qingyue came in and told him that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had come to bring gifts.

"What kind of gift?"

"The servant girl looked at it, it looks like some tea and silk, the appearance is not bad."

Wen Qiusheng didn't take it to heart.When Qingyue brought the things up, he looked at it, but his expression stopped.Although these things are common, they are all specialties from his hometown.

Thinking about what the third prince said to him a few days ago, even though Wen Qiusheng didn't believe it, he couldn't help being suspicious for a moment.It is true that the prince has nothing to do with the assassination, but that doesn't mean he has nothing to do with the portrait.

Qingyue was quite happy, she pulled the silk and compared it to Wen Qiusheng's body, chattering, saying that she would cut new clothes for him.

The little girl was very neat in her work, and the clothes were cut in a few days.After dinner, Wen Qiusheng was trying on clothes, when His Majesty's attendants came to report suddenly, asking Wen Qiusheng to pick the stars.

"Zhaixinglou was built so quickly?" Wen Qiusheng was amazed.

After the news of Qianqiu Pavilion reached His Majesty's ears, he ignored the courtiers' dissuasion and ordered to build the Tower of Picking Stars for the Empress, claiming that Wen Qiusheng would be able to view the mountains and rivers during the day and the stars at night.

"Your Majesty urgently ordered, and the officials of the Ministry of Industry rushed to deal with it. They summoned several skilled craftsmen and built the building overnight." The attendant respectfully flattered, "Your Majesty has a deep affection for the Queen."

Wen Qiusheng glanced at him, but stopped smiling.The guard's heart was fluctuating, and he couldn't help thinking carefully which sentence in his words offended the queen.

Fortunately, the queen didn't make things difficult for him, waited for Qingyue's attendants to put on some clothes and rushed to the Star Picking Tower.

The moon is bright and the wind is clear at night, and the scenery on the Zhaixing Tower is indeed superb.The pavilion is ornately decorated, soaring into the sky, you can see a lot of stars in a blink of an eye.

Wen Qiusheng and His Majesty stood on the roof together, the breeze blew the blue hair, Wen Qiusheng did not turn his head, but he knew that His Majesty must be staring at him intently at this moment.

There was infatuation, love, and endless possessiveness in those eyes.The love of the emperor is not something ordinary people can afford, which is a kind of luck, but also a kind of misfortune.

He galloped on the battlefield for several years before he ruled the country in troubled times.Wen Qiusheng had also heard a lot about his great achievements when he was young, but he didn't know it at the time, and he would get along with him in this capacity later.

This world was won by him with all his life. Whenever Wen Qiusheng thought about it, he couldn't control the desire to destroy in his heart.What can make him happier than a generation of kings who have lost their country and will be stigmatized for thousands of years?

The tyrant in the book committed suicide after his death. Was Wen Qiusheng moved?No, he despised him.The tyrant handed over the Great Yan Kingdom to the third prince so easily, and even the third prince might be the murderer who assassinated him.

Although he doesn't care about life and death, he never wants those who have hurt him to have a good life.

Wen Qiusheng had a few drinks with His Majesty, his face was full of smiles, but he was whispering in his heart.

——Your Majesty, don't make me look down on you this time. If you want to die, you have to die on the day of the country's subjugation, and be a subjugated king who will last forever.

His Majesty was a little drunk, he looked at Wen Qiusheng for a while, and then sighed, "Qiusheng is so beautiful, after this year, we will be able to crown the ceremony (twentieth)."

Wen Qiusheng knew that he thought of his age again.Your Majesty has a handsome appearance, and it is impossible to tell from his appearance that he has been in power for more than [-] years, but Wen Qiusheng knows that he has always been worried about the age difference between them.

"When Qiu Sheng was in full bloom, I am not what I used to be." His Majesty's eyes darkened, "It would be great if you were born 20 years earlier."

Wen Qiusheng smiled lazily, "What's the point of being born 20 years earlier? If you ask me, His Majesty should have gone to Gusu 20 years ago and waited for me to be imprisoned in the palace as soon as I was born."

His words were full of sarcasm, but His Majesty was used to it, he just laughed twice, took him into his arms, and said in a low voice: "Qiu Sheng is right, I should have built a golden cage and locked you in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Qiusheng raised his sleeves and splashed a pot of wine on his face with a splash.

The servants and maidservants around fell silently on the ground, trembling and not daring to make the slightest sound.

The wine is fragrant.

The night wind blew, and the cold wine flowed down the side of the face and neck, soaking the front of the clothes.

His Majesty was silent for a moment, then suddenly let out a low laugh, "Well, well done."

He still kept the movement of embracing him, even raised his hand, and carefully and patiently wiped away the wine stains on Wen Qiusheng's clothes with the corner of his sleeve.

Wen Qiusheng stared at him coldly for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Your Majesty really built this building for picking stars to fulfill my wish?"

"What? Doesn't Qiusheng like it?"

"Would birds like a painted sky?"

The smile on the corners of His Majesty's lips narrowed slightly, "Am I not good enough for you? Which queen can be like you, who can enter and leave the palace without reporting, and let you come and go freely in the entire capital? Who else... can be like you?" for me?"

"Oh, then I really want to thank Your Majesty." Wen Qiusheng sneered, "By the way, if Your Majesty is talking about that kind of thing, then I will tell the truth..."

He leaned close to His Majesty's ear, with a cold voice, "Your Majesty still has a lot of homework to do. It's hard to find an emperor. Two-legged dogs are everywhere. I don't lack any."

With a bang, it was His Majesty who suddenly overturned the low table, and the wine cup and porcelain shattered all over the place.

The kneeling servants around were pale and trembling, not daring to speak out.His Majesty had a gloomy face, as if he was about to go into a rage and kill someone in the next moment, he almost gritted his teeth and ordered, "You all go down!"

After getting the order, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated.

His Majesty's eyes were gloomy, Wen Qiusheng was indifferent, and the atmosphere was cold and stalemate.

His Majesty also felt guilty and distressed for Wen Qiusheng to leave his hometown and come to the capital, so he was more tolerant and flattering in certain matters.And the most important thing is, he discovered that Wen Qiusheng was soft but not hard, and that certain tools could be used as fun to please the other party, so he never felt wronged.

But this does not mean that he can tolerate the emperor's face being thrown on the ground and trampled on!

But on weekdays, Wen Qiusheng wasn't always in this indifferent attitude. It was obvious that he was not in a good mood today.

Perhaps it was the Zhaixing Building that really made him unhappy.

After being silent for a long time, His Majesty still couldn't bear it, his expression gradually eased, and he gave in first.

"Qiusheng, don't be angry. If you blame me for locking you in the capital, I can take you out for a walk. Soon it will be the day of peace talks with the Uighurs in the north. Don't you like riding a horse? I will take you to the real grassland to ride. If you want to go home and have a look, I can also take you to Jiangnan..."

"What's the point? Your Majesty is like raising a pet. When the time comes, take it out for a walk."

As soon as Wen Qiusheng finished speaking, His Majesty's expression darkened instantly. He pressed Wen Qiusheng's shoulder and said anxiously, "Is someone chewing in your ear? Qiusheng, you know that I have never thought of this before! I call you Finally, that is a position that everyone in the world must respect!"

Wen Qiusheng looked at him for a while, feeling rather boring, and waved his hand lazily, "Why do you need someone to gossip? Most people in the capital don't think so. It's late, Your Majesty should rest earlier, I still want to stay here Sit down for a while."

His Majesty didn't want to leave, but Wen Qiusheng didn't pay attention to him, and all the intimacy in the past was rejected, so he had to leave first.As soon as he returned to the palace, he ordered people to check the recent whereabouts of those veteran officials in the court hall.

Sure enough, Qiu Sheng became so angry today, it must not only be because of the Zhaixing Building, it must be because those old things are tossing around again!

A group of old and immortal things, why didn't they freeze to death in the dungeon back then!

After His Majesty left, Wen Qiusheng enjoyed himself drinking alone.The view from the Zhaixing Tower is wide, and he can easily see a familiar white figure at the palace gate in the distance.

"Is that His Royal Highness?"

Isn't the Prince's Mansion outside the palace?What time is it, and the prince is still in the palace.

Qingyue was not around, another maid replied, "Go back to the queen, yes. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will guard the spirit in the palace every year today."

"Guard what spirit?"

The maid hesitated for a while and said, "Today is the death day of the former empress."

Wen Qiusheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

……

After returning to the palace, Wen Qiusheng waited for Qingyue outside to fall asleep, and sneaked out of the palace.Fortunately, although this girl is good at martial arts, she sleeps like hell, and because of her greedy mouth, she drank the calming soup specially prepared by him.

Wen Qiusheng entered a door following the approximate direction he looked at from the Zhaixing Tower.Unexpectedly, behind the door is not the gorgeous palace as imagined, but a courtyard overgrown with weeds.

Even if it is a cold palace, it wouldn't be barren like this.

Wen Qiusheng managed to find a small path, followed it to the house in the courtyard.Looking vaguely from the window, the room is pitch black, could it be that the prince has already fallen asleep?

Probably not, the prince is on guard.Sure enough, just as he was thinking this way, a familiar cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"What are you doing?"

Wen Qiusheng instantly withdrew his hand that was about to push the door, turned around, and shook the flagon in his hand with a smile.

"Come with you."

Xue Wunian silently looked at the man and pulled him to drink together with a natural expression.How much does this man like to drink?It seemed that every time I saw him, he was either drinking or drunk.

"Well, I didn't bring a cup, so you can just drink together." Wen Qiusheng pushed the jug in front of Xue Wunian.

Looking at the little lip balm on the edge of the jug, Xue Wunian paused, "No, I can't drink alcohol today."

"Why?" Wen Qiusheng asked knowingly.

Xue Wunian didn't answer.

He pretended that Wen Qiusheng didn't exist, went into the room, took a short scythe and came out again.His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been as cold as a fairy, Wen Qiusheng had never seen him with such a down-to-earth attitude, and couldn't help being a little curious.

Seeing that Xue Wunian's expression remained unchanged, An Ran started weeding in the courtyard.Wen Qiusheng knew that he had internal strength, and it would not be difficult to get rid of the grass in this courtyard immediately.But Xue Wunian didn't use his internal strength, and he looked no different from ordinary people under the moonlight.

Wen Qiusheng looked at it for a while, then suddenly turned around and entered the room.

"I'll help you too!"

Not long after, Xue Wunian heard more rattling sounds around him, and before he turned around to stop it, he saw the root of the herb that he had not moved was easily cut off behind him.

Wen Qiusheng smiled at him as if asking for credit, "I didn't find anything else, only this broken sword, don't you mind? It's pretty fast."

Unlike Xue Wunian's sickle, which can only cut to the waist of the grass.

Under the moonlight, the rumored Immortal Absolute Sword, which cuts iron like mud and cuts off people's heads without a single drop of blood, is as white as snow, shinning and shining.

Xue Wunian: "..."

It took a lot of effort before Xue Wunian finally explained that this messy land was not a pile of weeds, but a herb garden.

Wen Qiusheng thought to himself, it is not easy for the herb garden to grow like this.

He helped cut grass for a while and then felt tired, so he threw the Immortal Sword and followed Xue Wunian instead.

"Are you communicating with her by weeding?"

Wen Qiusheng asked suddenly, but Xue Wunian didn't react for a moment.

"Who?"

"Your mother," Wen Qiusheng looked at him as a matter of course, "Actually, you can talk directly. My mother and I communicate directly. My second sister can hear our voices even if the soul says it."