After exhausting myself to death

Lingwang Mansion.

Luo Xiuyuan has been in this posture of looking out from the window for a long time. The early autumn scenery is bleak even with clouds, and there is really nothing to see, but Luo Xiuyuan is very lost in thought.

"Your Highness?" Chang Mao said in a low voice after seeing Shen Minghuan away after seeing this scene when he came back.

Luo Xiuyuan blinked, "Ah, Chang Mao, you're back."

In fact, there is nothing to be sad about. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. No matter how close friends are, they will eventually run in different directions.

The path you choose can always be walked alone.

"There is a letter on the table that I just wrote. You can give it to my husband for me." Qu Zhengcheng, the prime minister of the dynasty, was Luo Xiuyuan's teacher since his enlightenment.

Back then, His Majesty didn't dislike Luo Xiuyuan as much as he does now. He and Gu Chenglin picked and chose Qu Zhengcheng, who was an upright official and quite famous. He devoted himself to finding good ministers to help the child who was destined to inherit his empire.

It is said that at that time, Shen Changqing, who had not lost his holy will, was also among the candidates.

Qu Zhengcheng was born in a young age, but he stood out in the palace examination and was highly valued by the late emperor. Since then, he has been promoted all the way, even surpassing the disciples carefully trained by various aristocratic families, and has reached the position of prime minister in just a few years.

With outstanding talent and learning, and no large family to take care of behind him, he is more suitable to be Luo Xiuyuan's pure minister than Shen Changqing.

The careful consideration I had in the past now feels like an eyesore.

If Luo Xiuyuan hadn't intentionally distanced himself from Qu Zhengcheng after discovering this, and the two of them had tacitly agreed not to have any personal contact, maybe Qu Zhengcheng would have become the second Shen Changqing.

Luo Xiuyuan sighed softly and said to Chang Mao: "Be careful and don't get discovered."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I understand." This is not the first day that Chang Mao has done this kind of thing. "Your Highness, Wang Shangshu has been asking to see Your Majesty for three consecutive days, but Your Majesty has not agreed. News came out from the palace today that His Majesty issued a He was so angry that he even had Mr. Wang who was waiting outside being kicked out of the palace. "

The emperor's patience was limited, and not allowing him to ask for an audience was his gentlest refusal. Probably because he had killed a lot of people recently, and if he killed Wang Shangshu, he would have no one available.

Wang Shangshu was only loyal to the emperor and was not involved in the struggle to seize the rightful heir. But being loyal to the emperor does not conflict with being loyal to the country. They always have to consider the future. Although several civil servants, including Wang Shangshu, had not clearly taken sides in the past, they all supported Luo Xiuyuan in their hearts.

Luo Xiuyuan frowned slightly and said, "Please sir, please give me some advice."

When the emperor gets angry, he doesn't care that they are all serving the country and the people.

"Gu has a lot to lose..." Luo Xiuyuan looked sad and used the title "Gu" again.

As "Luo Xiuyuan" he has a clear conscience, but as the prince, he has let down too many people.

Chang Mao comforted him clumsily, "Your Highness, don't think so."

"I'm fine." Luo Xiuyuan smiled, "Go and do it."

Chang Mao hesitated to speak, but finally picked up the sealed letter on the table, clasped his fists in salute, took two steps back, and then turned around and left.

Only Luo Xiuyuan was left in the empty room.

He coughed lightly and pulled out a box from under the bed, which was locked with a mechanism.

I don't know what Luo Xiuyuan did, but after hearing two clicks, the box opened, and a ledger lay quietly inside.

It was surprisingly the same as what was handed to Shen Minghuan just now.

Luo Xiuyuan took a lighted candle and sat cross-legged on the ground.

He had prepared two copies of the ledger from the beginning, both of which were true. After all, the false ones could not be hidden from Shen Minghuan.

It was originally a precautionary measure, but unexpectedly someone actually came to the door.

Luo Xiuyuan slowly placed the account book he had written for three days on the candlelight, watching the flames lick the pages bit by bit.

The firelight danced, and his face was intertwined with light and dark.

Forget it, who told that person to be Shen Minghuan? Consider it a farewell gift.

*

Chang Mao had just "sent" Shen Minghuan out of the door. Unlike when he was striding ahead when this person came, Chang Mao followed Shen Minghuan every step of the way, closely watching this person's every move, as if guarding a thief. This provoked Shen Minghuan's coachman and servant, Shen An, to glare at him frequently.

The door closed forcefully behind them, making a loud noise and almost hitting Shen Minghuan. Shen An angrily kicked the door secretly and cursed angrily in a low voice: "A rat has skin, but a man has no manners! What's the use of a man without manners, if he doesn't die!"

As a servant of the head of a scholarly family, Shen An had also read books and learned etiquette. This sentence was already the most vicious one he felt.

Shen Minghuan raised his eyes. He keenly felt that the spies around him were making moves. They must have gone to report to their masters. It might lead to many speculations, and he suddenly felt bored.

It's not that Shen Minghuan can't do this kind of scheming thing, it's just that he never liked it. In the past, this kind of thing was done by Xiaobai... Forget it, what were you thinking about before?

That's not bad these days.

"Master, please slow down and be careful." After Shen An scolded him, he diligently placed a small chair under the carriage.

Shen Minghuan, who could actually defeat a hundred people, looked disgusted and was about to step on the small chair when he suddenly looked into the distance as if he noticed something.

There were eight or nine beggars huddled in the corner.

In his perception, this group of beggars lost their voice bit by bit and in an extremely unified manner.

They are dead.

His death was inexplicable and contrary to common sense.

Pedestrians with skinny bodies and tired faces passed by without even looking at them, and they were so indifferent that it was shocking.

No, it's not indifference, it's that they don't seem to see the beggar lying silently on the ground at all.

[Xiaojiu! ]

[What happened? ] The system was frightened, and when it followed Shen Minghuan's gaze, it breathed a sigh of relief, [Oh, host, they are just background boards like you. ]

In the story, they used their tragic and bumpy lives to prove the current emperor's misdeeds. When the story could not continue, they were the first to be given up by the law of heaven.

Shen Minghuan was silent for a moment, "Why can't everyone see them?" ]

People were coming and going, and the unnoticed corner became somewhat conspicuous by the scrawny bodies lying in various directions. Everyone looked numb and calm.

[ah? You can see it. ] The system said doubtfully: [Although it is a background board, it was born and raised by their parents. They grew from babies to adults. Even if they are burned, there is still a handful of ashes. How can they not see it? ]

Shen An saw his head looking in a certain direction for a long time, he also looked curiously, and then was stunned for a moment.

Shen An looked unbearable, but he also had a calmness that he was accustomed to. On the contrary, Shen Minghuan's unusual expression made him more concerned, "Don't worry, head of the family, I will have them buried properly in a moment."

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

Yanling is the capital of Daqi. It is prosperous, lively and full of music and music every night. The wealthy family only eats the tenderest belly of a fish and only eats a piece of chicken. At the same time, I don’t know how many poor people are there. Hold on to death.

Shen Minghuan looked at the beggars with an indistinguishable expression. They died because of the way of heaven, but they died so peacefully because of the way of the world.

And he is going to die after he completes his mission.

To be precise, it was not him who died, but "Shen Minghuan".

To be more precise, "Shen Minghuan" died long ago unknown to anyone.

"Shen An." Shen Minghuan tilted his head and turned back into the noble and arrogant young man. He pointed far away with his folding fan, "Will you be so indifferent when I die?"

"Bah, bah, bah, Patriarch, you won't die." Shen An retorted, and then silently recited three times in his heart, "Children's words are unbridled, children's words are unbridled, don't blame the gods."

I don't know whether the gods are to blame or not. If Shen Minghuan knew that Shen An compared him to a child, he would definitely be angry.

Shen Minghuan snorted, turned around and got into the carriage, "Remember to bury them properly."

[Xiaojiu, I’m going to do a mission. ]

The system was stunned: [Oh, okay... wait! Haven't you ever wanted to do a mission before? ]

Shen Minghuan didn't feel guilty at all about being exposed. He said proudly: "Don't be so angry, Xiaojiu, I have a perfect plan. Do you want to listen to it?" ]

[want! ] The system's attention shifted very quickly, and it waited curiously for Shen Minghuan's next words.

Shen Minghuan adjusted his sleeves slowly and smiled at the system's expectant eyes, "I won't tell you." ]

system:[……]

Shen Minghuan laughed heartily in his heart, and the system in the consciousness space could hear it clearly.

system:[……]

"Master, shall we go home now?" Shen An asked.

"No, let's go to Prince Rui's Mansion."

The system doesn't have a long memory, so I can't help but ask: [Why go to Prince Rui's Mansion? ]

Shen Minghuan said seriously: "It's time for lunch, I have to find someone to eat with." ]

So why don't you stay in Prince Ling's Mansion because the food there is not good enough?

I believed your evil deeds! The Shen family is not short of food and clothing for you.

[Host, I have a question. ] The system took a deep breath and tried to ignore Shen Minghuan's nonsense, [What if the prince writes another account book? ]

After all, these contents are all in his head.

[Then write, my hands are on him, what can I do? It can't be cut down. ] Shen Minghuan said bloody words without blinking. Seeing that the system was really frightened, he laughed evilly.

[It’s normal to be able to write. I even suspect that he has more than just this ledger, but Luo Xiuyuan is a smart man. ] Shen Ming Huan explained seriously after laughing, [If it were you, you were checking someone secretly, and the person found out that you were checking him, would you continue? ]

[No, if we continue to investigate, there should be no evidence. Instead, it will be easy for the other party to induce a counterattack. ]

[Isn’t this what it is? ] Shen Minghuan followed suit: [Now in his eyes, the second prince and I are on the same side. ]

[……Host. ] The system, which was still very angry just now, instantly dissipated. It felt a little guilty and was about to say something when it was suddenly interrupted by Shen Minghuan closing his folding fan with a "swish".

[Ah, Prince Rui’s Mansion has arrived, it’s time to eat. ] Shen Minghuan looked very serious, but there was an unstoppable smile in his eyes.

Even the inhuman system Xiaojiu behaved this way, and he was looking forward to the implementation of his plan more and more. Those people must have been heartbroken and regretful when they knew the truth, right? It’s interesting to think about it.

How could he disappear like "Shen Minghuan" in the plot, and even his death was unknown?

Shen Minghuan should be shining brightly and always be the center of everyone's attention. If he died, tens of millions of people would sing and cry to see him off.

The king of the Galaxy God Clan was born brilliant, and he must die a "violent" death.