After exhausting myself to death

Luo Xiuyuan's hand holding the pen paused slightly, and the tip of the pen became wet with ink.

"You said Ming Huan wants to accompany Xiu Qi to the front line?"

"My Royal Highness." Chang Mao looked helpless, "You should pay attention to the important point. Your Majesty gave the Shen family leader a BMW, a thousand taels of gold, and ten boxes of jewelry. He is now very proud, so you don't need to worry about it."

Naturally, it was the grace that Luo Xiuqi begged for on behalf of Shen Minghuan. If Shen Minghuan hadn't refused, he would still have been given an official position.

Luo Xiuyuan hummed, frowned and said, "But Ming Huan does not know martial arts, and I have never heard that he has learned the art of war. The border is really too dangerous."

I bet you didn't hear a word of it.

Chang Mao defended him: "Your Highness, Shen Minghuan's move is obviously aimed at military power. Maybe his plan also involves General Zhuo Feichen. It's okay if you don't guard against it. How can you still..."

"Shen Minghuan is not that kind of person." Luo Xiuyuan blurted out without hesitation. Even if the positions were different, even if the weapons were facing each other, he still believed in the other party's insistence on justice.

——That is the bottom line that cannot be changed even if we are in a desperate situation.

Luo Xiuyuan sighed, looked at Chang Mao's expression of hatred, and explained in a compromising manner: "Fair competition."

He actually doesn't have that strong desire for power, but there are too many eyes pushing him forward, and those expectations are too heavy, so he has to fight and win.

"Is Magistrate Wu willing to cooperate?"

Chang Mao shook his head: "It's still the same. He cares about left and right and refuses to tell the truth."

Luo Xiuyuan pondered for a moment, "Send someone to contact Master Liu next to him."

He burned the ledger, and for Shen Minghuan's sake he would no longer embarrass the mastermind behind the scenes, but General Zhuo's reputation could not be ignored.

Pingyao is the only place where military supplies are transported. Wu Xian is the county magistrate of Pingyao. If he cooperates, Luo Xiuyuan's investigation can be made much easier.

But since Wu Xian didn't want to, Luo Xiuyuan could only act in a roundabout way. After all, he couldn't do anything like torture.

"Let us in the palace be careful these days, put your own safety first, and don't force the news to come out."

Recently, the emperor suddenly began to reorganize the palace and court, and several ministers were dismissed from their posts. Among them were his people, and most of them were only slightly inclined to him.

A tyrant does not need evidence, only suspicion is enough to convict him.

There is no need for the king to hide his truth. He mercilessly cut off Luo Xiuyuan's wings in front of the civil and military officials of the court. It was a warning and a sentence.

Luo Xiuyuan looked complicated.

*

Luo Xiuqi has replaced System Xiaojiu and become Shen Minghuan's new source of happiness.

After having a "cordial and friendly" conversation with Luo Xiuqi, he returned home satisfied.

Just as he was about to go find Shen Changqing, he just pushed open the door of the small courtyard and suddenly noticed a fierce attack coming.

The murderous intention is very weak, but it is definitely there.

Shen Minghuan snorted coldly, used the fan bone as a sword, and faced him forward without retreating.

Even if this world has no aura and no magic, he still has an all-encompassing encyclopedia of martial arts in his mind.

As if in the blink of an eye, Shen Minghuan had been dealing with this unknown assassin for three rounds.

This body has never practiced martial arts, it has received very little exercise, and its quality cannot keep up. Otherwise, Shen Minghuan is sure that he can control the opponent with just one move.

The visitor's already faint murderous intention became fainter as the fists and kicks connected, until it completely disappeared.

"I didn't expect that the gentle and gentle Shen Minghuan would have such unpredictable martial arts, but you kept it a secret."

"Who do I think you are? It turns out you're the prime minister." Shen Minghuan threw away the folding fan very coolly, "Didn't the imperial court give you a monthly salary? A good prime minister is not good enough to break into private houses to do such sneaky things..."

"Ming Huan, don't be rude!"

All this happened so fast, Shen Changqing in the room only realized it now and hurriedly stopped it. While he scolded Shen Minghuan, he glared hard at Qu Zhengcheng.

He told his friend that he was allowed to test Shen Minghuan a little bit, but he did not allow him to test it in this way!

If Shen Minghuan hadn't been very skilled, wouldn't he have been injured?

Although I have the impression that his grandson has never learned martial arts and should not have such good skills.

Qu Zhengcheng made a surrender gesture, "Just kidding, I was wrong."

Shen Changqing glared at him again, and then introduced Shen Minghuan gently: "Minghuan, this is Qu Zhengcheng. Although I don't want to admit it, he seems to be my good friend."

The system clicked its tongue: [Host, you have brought grandpa down. ]

Shen Changqing, an elegant old man, began to hurt people with his words.

[Host, what will happen to you in the future? ] The system was shocked. Shen Minghuan's face was extremely ugly, and could even be described as green.

Shen Minghuan murmured in a daze: "Then am I not a generation shorter than Luo Xiuyuan? Should I still call him..." Uncle?

Shen Minghuan's face suddenly turned greener.

Shen Changqing was a little worried at first, but when he heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help laughing, "Let's do our own thing."

Qu Zhengcheng said kindly: "Don't be friends. Mr. Shen and I are half teachers, so you and Xiu Yuan are of the same generation."

Shen Minghuan felt that what they said made sense, so his expression returned to normal instantly.

"Did Qu Xiang get the result you wanted? Do you still need a few more tricks? Just remember to move to a place where there is no one next time, so as not to be seen by others and misunderstand the adults. You are bullying the small."

Qu Zhengcheng burst into laughter: "I quite hold a grudge. Well, it's my fault. I'll make it up to you. I hope Mr. Shen has a lot of money and can forgive me."

He initially thought that Shen Minghuan was that ungrateful person who betrayed his disciples. Now that the misunderstanding was solved, he looked at Shen Minghuan as if he were an outstanding junior, with pampering and tolerance.

Shen Changqing rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "Do you believe it now?"

"After seeing him, I believed him." Qu Zhengcheng said with a smile: "I still have something to do, so I won't bother you. Well, Head Shen, I will apologize to you next time."

He nodded in greeting and walked into the room without waiting for a reply. When he came out, he had put on a large coat and covered his face tightly.

Then he waved gently to say goodbye, jumped over the white wall, and disappeared.

Shen Minghuan watched him leave strangely.

"I didn't expect Qu Zhengcheng to be this kind of person?" Shen Changqing said with a smile, "He is used to acting."

"It's very strange." Shen Minghuan looked serious, "It's clear and sunny, why does he wear night clothes?"

Shen Changqing: "..."

*

Everyone knows that Qu Zhengcheng won three points in a row in the imperial examination, and they call him a literary star descended to earth. Almost no one knows that he also has superb martial arts.

He is a model of self-preservation in the DPRK. He keeps a distance from everyone, is neither warm nor rejecting, and is always neutral.

No one knew that he had such a good relationship with the deposed prince and regarded him as his own son.

Almost no one knew that Shen Changqing, who had been aloof from worldly affairs since he was demoted, actually had such a deep friendship with Qu Zhengcheng.

——Even the original owner knew nothing about it.

"Grandpa promised to keep it a secret." Shen Minghuan complained aggrievedly.

Shen Changqing felt guilty, but still refused to give in at all, "Qu Zhengcheng knows the importance, not to mention... I need to ensure your safety."

Shen Minghuan was slightly stunned.

"Ming Huan, don't underestimate the world. If Qu Zhengcheng decides that you are a threat to the prince, he will not show mercy even if you are my grandson."

This court is very interesting. On the surface, some people are submissive to the emperor and his colleagues, but secretly they can walk over the walls in black clothes.

Shen Changqing looked at him carefully, but his tone was relaxed, as if he was joking, "However, this kind of skill is not like what my grandson can have."

Such a sharp-edged and unruly character is not something "Shen Minghuan" can have.

"Only grandpa can hide something from me and prevent me from having secrets?" Shen Minghuan knew how to deal with Shen Changqing best. As long as he had a well-behaved expression and pitiful eyes, the old man would immediately soften his heart.

"People will always change, not to mention I have always been like this." Shen Minghuan's eyes did not flicker at all, and he said with a slight smile: "I used to have too many things to do, but now I only owe Dongfeng, so I can naturally let go of many worries... But I It’s still Shen Minghuan, forever.”

Shen Changqing opened his mouth, suddenly feeling bitter.

He patted Shen Minghuan on the shoulder: "Son, it's the Shen family that has dragged you down."

If she hadn't been born into the Shen family, if she hadn't been burdened with such a heavy family burden, Shen Minghuan would have lived a much more relaxed and happy life than he does now.

Three or five friends, reciting poems and writing poems, admiring the scenery in spring and watching the snow in winter.

Drink wine after the moon rises and play the harp at sunset.

Don't know the feeling of sorrow.

Shen Minghuan: "...?"

He often couldn't keep up with his grandfather's brain.

"You have this kind of ability, and I feel at ease. The sword has no eyes. When you go to the border, be careful."

Shen Minghuan's expression suddenly paused and he nodded stiffly.

Oops, I didn’t tell grandpa about this in advance!

The system asked worriedly: [Host, what should I do? Grandpa won't blame you, right? ]

[...Xiaojiu, you seem very happy? ] Shen Minghuan sounded threatening.

The system didn't dare to speak.

——Otherwise it is afraid that it will really laugh out loud.

Just now, the system was still worried that Shen Minghuan would fall off his horse or his character would collapse, but now he felt that seeing this scene made it worth it even if the mission failed.

Shen Minghuan, you have today too!

*

There is a Yingzui Tower in Yanling City, and the wine and delicacies in the building are famous all over the world. If you don't get drunk in the Yingzui Tower, you will not claim to have seen the world.

Yingzui Tower attracts merchants from all over the world and is also the first choice place for the dignitaries of Yanling City to hold banquets.

It is said that the owner here is a political person and is not interested in court disputes, so dignitaries will also choose this place for some private conversations.

After all, there are so many people in my family, who knows if the maid watering the flowers next to her is a spy arranged by someone.

Yingzui Building has many small rooms with excellent soundproofing, and it receives hundreds of people every day. When you get off the carriage and join the crowd, it is like raindrops falling into the sea, which makes you feel very safe.

And there is an unknown secret room under Yingzui Tower, which belongs exclusively to the owner of Yingzui Tower.

He is not a jock who has no involvement in the court, but the former prince Luo Xiuyuan who is deeply trapped in the center of the power vortex.

"Disciple, your place is too depressed. Why don't you raise some flowers and grass? It's comfortable to look at." Qu Zhengcheng knocked on the cold and neat stone wall in disgust.

Luo Xiuyuan, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses and said helplessly: "Sir, it's just a secret room. Do you still want me to live here?"

Luo Xiuyuan was also here for the first time.

Anyone who walks through will leave traces. Luo Xiuyuan regards Ying Zuilou as one of his trump cards. In order to avoid being exposed, he has never been there before.

He worked hard to make the emperor think that this was Luo Xiuqi's power, and to make Luo Xiuqi believe that this was the emperor's property.

This approach is not actually safe, as it can be easily discovered by two people in pairs.

But Luo Xiuyuan knew they wouldn't tell.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to live there even if you want to. The trees want to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop." A voice came from the corridor of the secret room, with suppressed anger.

Luo Xiuyuan stood up: "Uncle!"

Qu Zhengcheng also nodded and said, "General Gu."

"Uncle, I finally see you." Luo Xiuyuan was a little flustered. "Why did you come back to Beijing? You left your post without permission. If your father finds out... just in case, you should go back to the military camp now."

God knows how much he broke into a cold sweat the moment he received the letter. Because of this incident, he used the secret room in Yingzui Building for the first time.

Gu Chenglin's body was filled with the spirit of conquering on the battlefield. He stood there like a sharp blade unsheathed. "It's okay to leave. When I come back this time, I want to take you away with me."

"Me?" Luo Xiuyuan pursed his lips and stood opposite Gu Chenglin, which made the warm and bookish aura on his body even more obvious, making him look extremely frail.

"I'll be fine. After all, we...are still father and son." He said softly, but the words he spoke felt pale and weak even to himself.

Gu Chenglin's anger turned into heartache, "Yuan'er, let me go. No one can hurt you when your uncle is here."

"Hey, let me tell you." Qu Zhengcheng leaned against the wall and watched the uncle and nephew talking to each other. He couldn't help but declare his presence: "No, it's not that far yet. If you take him away now, then Just holding the prince hostage, do you really want to kill him?"

"Is there a difference? Can't you see that he has already started to eliminate political opponents for Luo Xiuqi?" Gu Chenglin's tone was cold.

If the prince dies, the whole Daqi will be shaken, but if a prince without a holy heart dies, it is a trivial matter.

How could he rest assured that Luo Xiuyuan would stay in Yanling?