However, both of them understood that they weren't just arguing because of Yue Feng. I don't know since when, Li Zesi was trying to push Zhou Hui in one direction: more tolerant, and more merciful. But Zhou Hui was reluctant to move in this direction, he felt that it was unnecessary. He is already a very benevolent prince, and when he is in a good mood, he will sympathize with some weak people, even cats and dogs. But Li Zesi believes that this is not enough, and he hopes that Wu Wang's sympathy will come from a subconscious instinct for a sense of responsibility, not just a good mood.

Love these weak people from the heart, think for them, provide them with protection, rejoice with them, grieve with them, lend a helping hand when they cry for help, and give them hope when they despair. This is the essence of an emperor and must have. Zhou Hui didn't want to have that. He believed that his two older brothers were more emperor than him. For the whole day, he lived every day tired to death, tormented by a great sense of responsibility to the point of death, and this kind of thing must not fall on his head.

Whoever wants to sympathize with the weak, go to sympathy, I only have uncompromising paintings and cruel poetry here - this is the principle of King Wu's life. So from beginning to end, he was very disgusted by Li Zesi's hints. The quarrel that revolved around Yue Feng, and more of the subtext was actually Zhou Hui's warning to Li Zesi:

Don't try to change me! And Li Zesi had to ask desperately: Why? Why don't you want to follow the path that the years are laying out for you? This kind of disagreement will not be able to win or lose for a while. Li Zesi had no other way but to walk away.

This time it was for three whole days, and both sides refused to bow their heads and remained silent with each other. Shen Luo has not shown up since he had a verbal argument with Li Zesi last time, I don't know why, he has not shown up, and he seems to be running around non-stop, even King Wu specially invited him, and he also excused himself that he had something to do. The originally lively Wu Wangfu was quiet for a while. The first to be held back is the youngest and most active Wenwen, who can't stand loneliness. Didn't you talk and laugh before? How did it become like this now? In the last few days, the lively girl had only met with Shen Luo once in the middle of the night and told him about the quarrel between King Wu and the secret sorcerer.

The latter only smiled slightly, and rarely showed no schadenfreude, only nodding his head to indicate that he knew, as if this was something that should have happened a long time ago. Wen Wen saw that Shen Luo didn't take it to heart, and she was embarrassed to act too anxious, her eyes rolled, she thought about it, and said to Shen Luo: "You say, which of the two surrenders first?" Shen Luo peeled off a slice of orange: "Do you want to bet?" "That's exactly what it means." The man closed his eyes and muttered for a moment, then swallowed the orange petals: "Your Highness." "Really?" Wen Wenchengzhu responded in his chest, "I bet on Li Zesi." ”

Shen Luo stretched out his hand to take the "Gambling Chronicle" on Wenwen's desk, and wrote a few lines of words in a dashing manner with the undried residual ink in the inkstone, and then showed it to Wenwen: "What do you want to bet on?" "If I win, within a year, if I call you over to play, I'll be on call." Fukara laughed: "Okay! However, if you lose...... Wen Wenqiu gambled earnestly: "Say it, anything will be done." "You have to promise me that no matter what Li Zesi says, you will oppose it in front of His Highness." The county lord blinked in confusion: "What is this?" ”

"It's very simple, you want Your Highness to listen to you, don't listen to Li Zesi." Fukaluo's eyes sparkled, and his hand squeezed the brush so hard that even the barrel of the pen cracked and trilled. "What's so hard about that?" Wenwen smiled and nodded. She was confident, and the embarrassing stalemate that lasted for several days was about to be broken by her small wrist from the beginning of this bet. Li Zesi put down the dessert in his hand and was about to turn around to leave the secluded mansion when he suddenly heard an ugly turning sound from the attic door above his head. He looked up in surprise and saw that half of the window had been pushed open from the inside, and someone inside was whispering his name: "Li ...... Brother Li ......" Yue Feng's haggard face was revealed from above.

I haven't seen him for more than ten days, and his originally round and boyish face has become dry, and he has become more than ten years old all of a sudden, his hair is unkempt, his clothes seem to have not been washed, the dirt on the collar and cuffs is clearly visible, and there is a bad smell floating out of his body, which may have been smoked by inferior lamps and candles all night, and it smells pungent. But the young scribe's two eyes, which were already large and bright, somehow became extraordinarily dark and deep, and stood out especially on that thin face.

Seeing him become like this, Li Zesi didn't know what to say for a while, just stunned there with his mouth open. Yue Feng leaned out of his attic and struggled to move his body, climbing down the rusty staircase, his movements as stiff as a puppet, and he almost slipped halfway down. However, when he stood in front of Li Zesi, the latter realized how completely the last incident hit him, and Yue Feng completely lost his appearance. The enthusiasm that used to be suppressed but still beating vividly is gone, and the young people of today are quietly terrifying. He raised his eyes to look at Li Zesi, who was chilled to find that there was no light in those deep eyes, and the pupils seemed to fade all at once, tired and dull.

He spoke to Li Zesi, but his eyes always seemed to float, his voice turned hoarse, and his words became inflexible: "Okay...... Long time no see. "You've suffered." Li Zesi responded sincerely. Yue Feng shook his head, a wry smile appeared on his face: "No...... I just had bad luck. "I keep all the paintings you gave me, and they don't dare to touch them." "Thank you." After thinking about the wording for a while, Li Zesi cautiously suggested: "King Wu, I don't blame you, you don't have to lock yourself up again." "Thank you, Your Highness." There was no emotional fluctuation in the answer.

"Also," the mystic sorcerer struggled in his heart, but decided to tell some comforting lies, "I mentioned you to His Royal Highness King Wu, he is very interested, and you will have a good time without drawing those in the future." "Thank you, Your Highness King Wu." Yue Feng's tone, as if he had been ironed out, was dull and flat. The two of them fell silent for a while, and after a long time, Yue Feng suddenly asked, "Has anyone died recently?" "Ah...... Yes, how do you know? "There's someone talking about it in the secluded house." Yue Feng's attitude became active, "There are also people who tell me that someone wants to ask me. Who is the person who died, does it have anything to do with me? ”

Li Zesi was speechless, but still said: "It's the person who caught you on the black market, the doorman of the Second Highness Wing King." "That's right." Yue Feng nodded, "No wonder they want to ask me." Why don't they ask now? "Your Highness the Fifth Highness is blocking it, I can testify to you, you have nothing to do with this matter." Yue Feng's sluggish face finally got a little angry, and he grinned slightly: "Thank you, Brother Chu." Also, there's one thing I'd like to ask you for help with. "Say it." "These days, I've locked myself in my room," Yue Feng lowered his head, his tone gradually changing from hesitation to firmness, "I'm painting." ”

Li Zesi looked at him with some surprise. "Anyway, I want to try again. I want the Fifth Highness to see my paintings. It was full of fighting spirit, like a pleading for the last fight. If it doesn't work this time, I will die of this heart, go back to my hometown, obey my father's arrangement, and don't be embarrassed here in Tianyuan. Li Zesi was shaken by the determination of his words, and he replied: "Okay, I will definitely try to get His Highness to re-evaluate your paintings." Yue Feng smiled softly and tiredly: "Thank you, Brother Chu, in Tianyuan, only you are my true friend." ”

When Li Zesi left the secluded mansion and went to King Wu's mansion, the pleasant morning was just over, and he estimated that Zhou Hui should have just finished breakfast at this moment, and he was in a good mood. Although so far, he has not figured out how to end the cold war with King Wu, but in order to help his friends in a miserable situation, even if he bows his head first, it is nothing, not to mention that he is just a dog, what is the difficulty of wagging his tail with his master. But when he arrived at the gate of King Wu, Li Zesi's footsteps slowed down:

Do you really want to apologize to that stubborn and naïve guy? What should I say at the beginning? "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said I wasn't feeling well last time?" Or "Actually, I've had a migraine lately, so I don't want to talk." Thinking about it, Li Zesi felt that his head was really starting to cramp. When he was hesitating, a crisp bell rang, and from the other side of the street, a light carriage came, decorated in an elegant and beautiful style, very playful, and running underneath were two armed maids who were walking like a fly—it turned out to be Wenwen's carriage. Seeing Li Zesi in front, Wenwen opened the curtain from afar and shouted: "Li Zesi!" Come up and I'll have a word for you! ”

Although Wen Wengui is the lord of the county, because they know each other very well, they don't care much about etiquette. Li Zesi saw Wenwen calling her, so he climbed up as soon as he jumped up, squatted at the door of the car and asked, "What's the matter with the county lord?" "That, are you still in a stalemate with the Fifth Highness?" Li Zesi felt a little embarrassed: "Uh......" Wen Wen smiled: "He's a bit of a bull, maybe he's thinking about how to turn around now." But no matter what, it's all the prince, so it's better for you to apologize first. ”

"The county lord is teaching." "Well, then, if you see him in a while, you have to pay first." "Get ahead of the curve?" Wenwen felt speechless, and hurriedly changed his words: "Hmm, hmm...... That is, you must give him the stairs first. Li Zesi is usually an upright person, and he has never understood the little Jiujiu in Wenwen, so he was confused and did not agree immediately. Wenwen was anxious in order to be able to win Shenluo in a bet, and when he saw Li Zesi hesitating, he thought that he saw the problem and hurriedly offered a reward: "If you feel wronged, I will compensate you in the future." If there is anything difficult to do in the future, just wrap it up on me. ”

Speaking of which, what else did the mystic warlock say, not to mention that he had originally planned to do so, so he naturally agreed. "Then I'm leaving! Don't say I've been here. Just like if he did something bad and was afraid of being discovered, Wenwen didn't even enter the door of King Wu's mansion, and told the coachman to turn around and leave. Li Zesi, who couldn't figure it out, had no choice but to step into the door by himself, and decided to start with the most ordinary "please forgive your sins with the Fifth Highness". He had just crossed the two-story courtyard and reached the third floor when two panicked servants rushed from behind him, one of whom could not stop and was striking him on the shoulder.

The sorcerer stumbled, and the man fell to the ground with a hard butt, but somehow the manservant crawled on the ground for a long time, and couldn't get up, as if he had been frightened by some terrible sight and made his limbs limp. The other person had already ignored it and rushed straight into Zhou Hui's study. Li Zesi picked up the one who fell to the ground and asked sharply, "What's wrong?" What are you panicking about? The latter trembled for a long time, and then said with a crying voice: "Yang ...... Mr. Yang died...... He's dead! Li Zesi let go of his hand, and the manservant fell to the ground. Yang Mo, the one who left a deep impression when Li Zesi met Zhou Hui's guests for the first time. Although he was questioned and despised by him, Li Zesi later learned that he was one of the best poets in the entire Tianyuan City, famous for chanting about the scenery, and was an indispensable figure for Zhou Hui every time he visited the garden. Although the two of them often look at each other, they are both under the door of King Wu, and they can be regarded as acquaintances when they look down and don't look up.

But he's dead? City sergeants, once appreciated by the princes, as long as they are not nobles, most of them will choose to go directly to the prince's door, and they can be provided by the royal family for food, clothing, housing and transportation, this kind of treatment is not only for economic considerations, but more importantly, it reflects a kind of outstanding identity. Just like Zhu Zhi's residence is within the scope of the Yiwang Mansion, the doormen, including Yang Mo and Li Zesi, their residences are all in the Wu Wangfu, although they are located on the edge, they are still within the high walls. In other words, there are dead people in King Wu's mansion?

When Li Zesi ran to the outside of Yang Mo's room, he only saw Shen Luo's back, like a cold and merciless wall, sealing the door. Hearing the movement behind him, Shen Luo slowly turned around, and a cruel smile bloomed on Xiu Li's face: "There are some things I want to talk to you about." Then, he turned his body sideways, so that Li Zesi could see the scene in the room at a glance: Yang Mo's cracked head, upper body, and pelvis connected to two thighs were lying sideways in different parts of the room. All the wounds are not involved and teared, just like cutting the tender lotus root of summer with a sharp knife, sharp and easy, without any obstacles. The hard-to-break places, including bones and tendons, are also happily stabbed to the end.

Shen Luo was behind Li Zesi, stretched out a hand wearing a gorgeous ring, and gestured like a cloud: "Before he died, Yang Mo should have sat at his desk and read a book.