Chapter 18: A Plan of Discord

I froze and looked at Suki in disbelief.

He still lowered his head, sniffing the tea, but the hand that picked up the cup stopped in mid-air.

looked at Zhang Jiao again, and the villain with a face full of ambition.

What do you want me to do?

I don't drink and have fun.

Second, I can't sing and dance.

"Your Majesty, this is the only one who has been dreaming of it. ”

He sat upright on the cushion, tasted the clouds in the cup, and didn't lift his eyelids.

"Oh, don't you know, the people of the widows, all they think about are you. ”

Zhang Jiao's eyes became more and more ruthless, gritted her teeth, and said word by word.

I only know my dreams, but I don't know Zhang Jiao.

My pupils constricted dramatically, and I looked at Zhang Jiao.

Winning the hearts of the people but not the king is not uncommon in every dynasty.

It's just that it happened to Su Ji.

He wants to slowly dismantle Qingqiu's image in the hearts of the people, and the premise of manipulating all this is to frustrate the long-cherished spirit.

It's just that he wouldn't have thought that I am not an important existence to Qingqiu.

Su Ji, this man who takes the world as his own responsibility, how sad he should be in his heart now.

How could that tall man bear such suspicion.

The kingdom he had guarded for generations would eventually deprive him of everything he had been.

Even, maybe kill him.

"Don't worry, adults, they are entangled in many matters every day, not as good as this Hangbool, although it is a fledgling, but it is also amazingly qualified, these days the king is sad about the war with the Zhou State, this little boy seems to be clever, and he can also assist the government a lot. ”

The woman sitting next to Zhang Jiao spoke.

She is probably one of Zhang Jiao's concubines or queens.

looks quite dignified and decent, not at all like those vulgar women who only apply grease and powder.

"Suh, this is just one apprentice. ”

Su Ji put down the teacup and looked at Zhang Jiao fixedly.

"Qingqiu has existed for generations to assist the king and help the world, and if you go to help the world, your apprentice will naturally come to assist the king. The woman said unhurriedly, as if she had a chance to win, "This rule was made by you before the first emperor ascended the throne, and I believe that your mother would have decided like this if she was still alive." ”

What a good mouth to talk about.

Su Ji took a deep breath, and when he said the word mother, his eyes became very dark, and the darkness was frightening.

The air suddenly froze, and under the shadow of the lamp, there seemed to be many guards with bayonet guns standing outside the door.

It was as if there was one more noise in this temple and they would rush in and kill us with swords.

"Master, the apprentice is willing to enter the palace to assist the sages. ”

The tension was on the verge of eruption, and I clenched my hands tightly for fear that I would make something out of the ordinary.

You don't.

Don't be impulsive.

"Alright, that's it, sir, is there anything else you have to say?"

The woman clapped her hands and chuckled.

Talkative!

I stomped my foot twice, suggesting that I had lost my sleep.

Su Ji and I looked at each other, silently, and drank tea by ourselves.

He suppressed his anger, like the bruises on his arms.

"Young Master Hang, please sit here. ”

Over there, it happened to be the left side of the throne, a little far away from the throne.

I sat down silently.

They deliberately alienated Su Qi and became close to me, just to make Su Qi feel bad about me, so that the relationship between me and Su Qi would fall apart, and they could reap the benefits of the fisherman.

What a trick to discord.

No, they must not be allowed to succeed.

Zhang Jiao stared at me, smiled and walked past the woman sitting next to him, her eyes full of teasing.

I was silent, and I didn't have time to pay attention to the song and dance of the warbler in front of me.

Suddenly, I looked up and suddenly found a familiar person on the other side.

Dressed in a pink robe, with long dark hair.

The broken sleeve I saw in the Qinglou yesterday.

Su Ji said that the eldest prince of the West Kingdom was a guest in Fengyin.

And the big prince is partial to fans.

Identity at a glance.

He smiled at me, shaking the folding fan I had left on the desk yesterday.

The thought of his frivolous behavior yesterday gives me goosebumps.

It was a long time.

I sat on pins and needles until two hours had passed, and the table was dispersed.