fake prince

Chapter 770 You and I Are Not on the Way

The two kings of Qi and Shu fought over who would win the heir apparent, and they had discussed it in private, from high-ranking officials to pawns in the capital, or even the old man who sold morning tea could have a chat with others.

As long as it's not an extraordinary period, the low-ranking Beijing officials don't have much scruples. Anyway, the secrets they know are basically not secrets, and they can't be guilty of talking about them.

Everyone can talk about the grievances between Luo Pei and the King of Shu.

When the guests heard this, they suddenly realized: "So it is like this!"

It's really embarrassing that a loyal minister rarely meets a wise master, and it's very interesting to talk about.

Someone sighed: "With Luo Pei here, even if there are some supporters among the ministers, and he himself is the commander of the Habayashi Guard, even if he has only been in Beijing for two years, the acting king will stand up all at once!"

Tsk tsk, it's no wonder that you can be tough when confronting King Qi face to face, you have confidence!

"Now there are four kings everywhere, right?"

"Four kings?" The eighth-rank official curled his lips, but because King Lu was still there, he lowered his voice, almost whispering, "Doesn't King Lu count? Now it can only be regarded as three kingdoms."

Su Ziji's ears moved, and there were murmurs of discussion around him, and he could hear them clearly when no one else could hear them. In the past, he would have thought that King Lu was not dangerous. Wen Xunpeng reminded him not to think so now Yes, he smiled immediately, and gave up his hand: "Please, King Lu, please, Mr. Luo."

"No, you are crowned king. As an uncle, I have to come and congratulate you."

"It's just that the country has a system. The capital is so big that there are no villains. Now that the ceremony has arrived, congratulations. In order to avoid gossip, I will stay soon." King Lu declined with a smile, as if he was sheltering in the house.

Su Ziji picked it up, but didn't hold back: "Then I'll send it off to Uncle Wang."

After they were delivered to the door, they slowed down their pace and greeted each other, while King Lu's guards waited respectfully at the door, without saying a word, and left in a crowd.

"You elite man!" Su Ziji stood on the steps, watching King Lu as low-key as he came, and hurried away, watching the back of King Lu sinking into the bullock cart, his eyes were deep.

"Without Wen Xunpeng's reminder, I haven't noticed that the King of Lu seems to be keeping a low profile, and the real government is strict. It is said that the family is ruled by military law."

Su Ziji suddenly thought of Yongzheng.

In the novel, Yongzheng is busy with political affairs, but in fact, it is said that Yongzheng can be called an otaku in the mansion, humble everywhere, and passionate about Buddhism, to show that he has no ambitions.

But on the contrary, Yongzheng ruled the government very strictly and followed the rules everywhere. People didn't realize it at the time, but thinking about it now, it is a huge flaw.

"What is the rule, the rule is to integrate the organization."

"How can a person who has no ambition pay attention to the rules everywhere, and gather strength to prepare at all times?"

"King Lu is mediocre? I think he has the depths of a city."

Su Ziji was thoughtful, not only the arrival of King Lu and King Qi, but also the arrival of Huo Wuyong and Liu Zhan, there was something wrong.

The more so-called Mingjun, the more difficult it is to tolerate a little challenge.

Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Li Shimin, Kangxi, etc. were all "yong kings" who were able to ascend the throne. I am stuck in the quagmire, competing with Qi and Shu, and I am already a villain, and I have lost my days.

"Is it destiny?" Su Ziji murmured, "No, I believe in destiny and will not obey it."

I was originally the son of a prince, no matter who came to power, I'm afraid it will end badly, if I don't fight, I won't even have a chance of life, if I fight, I will survive.

I have already fought to this point, can I still retreat?

On the street, four bullock carts were driving on the road, and the interior of the carts was very quiet.

In the ox cart at the front, a Taoist priest is driving the cart. There are two people sitting opposite each other in the cart. One is wearing a Taoist robe and the other is wearing a scholar's robe. They are relatively speechless.

After a while, Yu Qianzhi who didn't know when he came out asked, "How is it, Master Liu? Can you feel it?"

Liu Zhan didn't answer immediately, he suddenly frowned, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and covered his mouth.

The next moment, Yu Qianzhi knew why Liu Zhan had been silent since he left Daiwangfu.

Blood gushed out from Liu Zhan's nose, staining a handkerchief red, and Liu's complexion became unsightly. This was a sign of a strong backlash. It can be seen that he has been silent just now to resist the backlash.

Just trying to test Daiwang, there is such a big backlash?

Liu Zhan didn't just rely on his own strength to test, but also eight Taoists assisted with the technique of "Eight People Asking the Immortal", so it won't work?

Yu Qian's heart suddenly sank.

Liu Zhan closed his eyes and didn't say a word. After calming down for a long time, he still closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Wang Qi is lingering and never dissipating, without the slightest evil spirit."

They didn't name names, but both of them understood who was evaluating.

Yu Qian's subconscious disbelief, how can he not have the slightest demonic aura, Da Zheng started his family with the support of demonic luck, even after three generations of training, it will not be clean.

If Dai Wang really doesn't have the slightest evil spirit and can get to this point by himself, doesn't it mean that the heaven is caring for Dai Wang?

God favored Dai Wang, so what is the King Lu who he assisted?

After a while, he said, "Is this too abnormal?"

"It's a little abnormal."

"But the emperor made thousands of mistakes, and there is nothing wrong with stabilizing Dazheng."

"After 20 years, it can be said that the stench has been wiped away. The newly born clan has little to do with demon luck."

"Dai Wang is the fourth generation, and he grew up among the people. He didn't have great luck at all. He only had it recently. It's understandable that he is clean."

Liu Zhan seemed to be overwhelmed with emotion as he spoke, and seeing Yu Qianzhi about to refute, he said again: "Besides, you and I are both Taoists, so we shouldn't get involved in matters of royal aura."

"I know what you want to say, but for me, for Yin Guan faction, as long as the acting king has nothing to do with demons, or doesn't go deep, it's fine."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and issued an order to evict passengers: "The intersection is here, and you and I are not on the way, so I won't see you off."

Yu Qianzhi smiled wryly, knowing that his actions not long ago had displeased Liu Zhan, so he could only sigh: "This time, it's really hard work."

Liu Zhan didn't respond anymore.

The bullock cart stopped at the intersection, and Yu Qianzhi jumped off.

As soon as he got off, the ox cart was already moving forward, followed by two ox carts, the last one was the ox cart of Yu Mansion, and it stopped in front of him slowly.

"Master?" Seeing his master standing on the side of the road, his eyes following the three bullock carts in front, the coachman couldn't help calling softly.

Yu Qianzhi recalled Liu Zhan's expression and tone, and knew that he made a mistake this time.

"I'm afraid that I'm self-defeating, but I want Yin Guan to feel at ease on behalf of the king. Just reassuring is a trivial matter. If I tend to be on behalf of the king, it will be self-defeating."

He frowned and said nothing, boarded the bullock cart, and sighed: "Unfortunately, I can't help myself."

Suddenly, Xie Zhenqing's face flashed in front of Yu Qianzhi's face, he couldn't help frowning, and with a snap, his nails split.

"Thank you, Zhenqing?"

"What is the relationship between you and the benefactor back then, no matter what, 20 years ago, I was a frail scholar, but now it is different."

(End of this chapter)