Wu Bo'an smiled slightly, he thought that there was a world in his chest and abdomen, and all these things were being calculated, the world always thought that he was swaying between the second prince and the prince, but where did he know his relationship with the prime minister, and reproached: "It's too risky, the prime minister doesn't know the plan set by you and me, if people know, I'm afraid that your father will be extremely difficult to get out." ”

Lin Hui smiled siniestly and said: "Mr. will go to Laoshan to cultivate for a while, and when there is a disturbance in Kyoto, the prince will know that he must rely on our Lin family to sit firmly in the world in the future." ”

"Not bad. Wu Bo'an looked worried, "Since the news of Miss's marriage came out, I don't know if I think that the eldest princess can no longer control Neiku, and the queen's side seems to be much colder." ”

From the incident of the prime minister's illegitimate daughter at the beginning of the year, to the final finger kiss, Wu Boan felt that His Majesty had been cutting the face of the prime minister, and he was afraid that he was planning for the future succession of the crown prince. Sure enough, the crown prince began to estranged himself from the Prime Minister's Mansion, so he secretly planned this plan, not only to kill Fan Xian in one fell swoop and temporarily stabilize the situation in the inner library, but also to make the prince fall into some kind of unstable rumor environment, forcing the East Palace to re-establish a close relationship with the Prime Minister's Mansion.

It's just that from the beginning, the prime minister was sternly opposed to this plan, but the second son was very enthusiastic. A son, a strategist, began to secretly operate these things, in the name of the prime minister, so that the Fang brothers, who had been hidden in the army for a long time?? It's just that Wu Bo'an never expected that Fan Xian would be able to escape under such a terrifying attack, and even killed the eight-rank master, leaving indelible traces.

But the situation is still under control. General Fang Shen has been wiped out, even if the Supervision Yuan finds out that it is himself who is behind it, it is impossible to find out the prime minister, so Wu Boan asked the second son, Lin Heng, to hurry back to Beijing.

Lin Heng smiled proudly: "I have been operating this Zhuangyuan for a long time. Even if the Ouchi guards or the people from the Supervision House come, it will be extremely difficult to come in and arrest people, not to mention that you and I are so secretive, who knows that you and I will be here?"

Wu Bo'an thought about it, sure enough, and after putting his heart down, he couldn't get rid of the spirit of the famous people in his bones, and shook the paper fan against the grape shelf above his head, and said with a smile: "This grape shelf is very elegant, but it reminds me of a joke." ”

"What joke?"

"There was an official who was afraid of guilt. One day, he was scratched by the lady in the family, and the next day he went to court, and the Taishou asked what was going on? The official replied in embarrassment. said that he was enjoying the shade under the grape trellis last night, but unexpectedly the shelf fell over and scratched his face. Taishou was furious and shouted: This must have been done by your shrew, how can it be justified. Send a swift message to the servant and get your wife. At this time, no one expected that Mrs. Taishou was eavesdropping behind the hall, and rushed to the court in a fit of rage. scolded Tai Shou all the way. He was too panicked, and hurriedly said to the official: You retreat first, and the grape trellis in my field has also fallen......"

After the two finished the joke, they laughed in unison. The second son, Lin Hui, had naturally heard this joke, but he heard some other meanings from the joke, could it be that Mr. Wu was secretly mocking his father's fear of guilt...... Could it be that the prime minister is afraid of the eldest princess?

Lin Hui was slightly angry, and at this moment, he saw a black shadow appear in the circle out of the corner of his eye.

It was a blind man with a black cloth over his eyes. He was holding an iron drill in his hand, and blood was slowly dripping from the tip of the drill.

......

......

Lin Wu and the others stood up suddenly, knowing that the other party had sneaked in here quietly, and the masters outside must have died under this iron hammer, thinking that the masters in this Zhuang Yuan didn't even scream miserably before they died, Lin Heng's heart was cold, and he shouted in fear: "Who are you?

Wuzhu didn't answer his words, and rushed over from the other side of the circle like a ghost.

Lin Heng roared, pulled out the soft sword at his waist, and slashed his head off.

Wuzhu turned to one side, flashed the tip of the sword, and the whole person's body was already attached to Lin Heng's face, and the two of them were very close, looking a little weird.

Poof.

Blood poked out of Lin Heng's back and dripped from the subway drill, he looked at the black cloth in front of him, his eyes were full of fear and incredulity, he was the son of a dignified prime minister, and this person didn't even give himself a chance to speak, so he killed himself. The iron drill had already pierced Lin Heng's chest, and then Wuzhu's whole body was pasted up, and with a shock from the remaining strength, Lin Heng's body slid back a few inches weakly on the iron drill, looking terrifying.

With a snort, Wuzhu calmly pulled out the iron drill from Lin Hui's body, seemingly very slowly, but in fact quickly moved three steps to the side, avoiding the blood fountain spurting from the opponent's chest.

The iron drill pierced Lin Hui's heart impartially, and the blood sprayed out from the small hole, which looked very beautiful.

Looking at this bloody scene, Wu Bo'an's face was pale, but he covered his mouth to prevent himself from making a sound, he saw the black cloth on the other party's eyes, knew that the other party was blind, and tried to fool around.

Wuzhu tilted his head slightly and turned to "look" at him.

Wu Boxin felt a strong sense of despair, but a miserable smile appeared on his face, and he tried his best to make his voice more stable: "I am not the prime minister's person! This strong man, selling his life to others, is not necessarily a promising thing. The old man Wu Bo'an has traveled extensively in Beijing, and if the ambition of the strong man is still there, it is better to ......"

His voice stopped abruptly, and then he looked down with difficulty, looking at the iron hammer that had passed through his throat.

He couldn't understand why the Assassin didn't want to listen to him...... He is a weak scholar and has no threat. And he pretends to be not only a strategist who has no last resort, but also an unparalleled eloquent, as long as this blind assassin is willing to listen to these words, he will definitely not kill himself?? I still have a lot of important things to do in this life, how can I just die?

However, the strategist Wu Bo'an died so simply.

......

...... In fact, Wuzhu has lived in this world for more than 30 years, and he has never figured out why it is in Dongyi City

City, in the Northern Wei Dynasty, in Kyoto, or here, whenever they want to kill each other, these people always like to chatter and talk non-stop. Miss said back then: "The sword is always more powerful than words", Wuzhu always thought that he understood the meaning of this sentence, but he didn't understand why the world always didn't understand this truth.

Wuzhu retracted the iron drill and walked out of the circle a little lonely.

When he left, the grape trellis finally couldn't bear the murderous aura of the previous rapid movement of the five bamboos, and fell down with a click, covering the two thick bodies, covered with green leaves, and the old vines were tangled in one place.

For a few days, there was no other news from the Supervision Yuan, Mu Tie had come to Fan's Mansion once to do the work of patting sycophants, but Wu Bo'an, who was not famous, but was actually a very powerful strategist, suddenly disappeared from the world, Fan Xian's mood didn't seem to be very good, so Mu Tie's palm fell gently, but it fell heavily on his lap, and he didn't have a good impression.

The dark power in Si Nanbo's hands also quietly joined the search team, but still found nothing, and after Wang Qinian reported the failure of the operation in disgrace, Fan Xian had no choice but to temporarily suppress this matter, and forcibly shifted his mind to the more sunny words such as sister, bookstore, and chicken legs, and patiently waited for Uncle Heibu's methods.

That afternoon, he took his sister and Sizhen to Jingwang's mansion as a guest.

Unexpectedly, King Jing was not in the palace today, and the prince Li Hongcheng said helplessly: "My father went to the palace today, saying that the queen mother wanted him to come." ”

Fan Xian snorted, didn't think much about it, and went to the bottom of the Houyuan pergola with Li Hongcheng, eating some melons and fruits while chatting to escape the heat of early summer. They are not a few outsiders, so the young daughter of the county king, the county lord of Roujia, who once made Fan Xian very interested, was also present, and did not shy away from anything. Fan Xian looked at this little girl, and couldn't help but be afraid for a while, when he heard Ruoruo talk about the story of the stone, he also imagined that after this county lord girl knew that she was the author of the stone record, would she have some feelings for herself because of what she loved.

But after seeing Rou Jia, Fan Xian immediately cut off this idea.

The county lord is very beautiful, her little face is flushed, and she is also very gentle and polite, even the most gentle woman Fan Xian has ever seen since she came to this world. But Fan Xian still resolutely pointed his nostrils to the sky, and did not look at him half-heartedly.

Because this county lord girl, who just turned twelve this year, is an incomparably pure and astringent fruit, not even a girl. Fan Xian is a little amorous in his bones, but he is not an abusive person, as long as he thinks of how to deal with a twelve-year-old girl, he panics in his heart and avoids it.

Who knows what to be afraid of, the lord of Roujia has been sitting beside Ruo Ruo obediently today, but the two eyes are aimed at Fan Xian intentionally or unintentionally, a pair of big eyes flickering with shame, seeing Fan Xian thinking, panicking, confused, and afraid.

Fan Sizhen was led by the people of the palace to shoot arrows, Fan Xian and the prince were talking, and the two girls were also whispering something. When Fan Xian was embarrassed, he suddenly saw a subordinate official of the palace hurriedly walk in, and whispered something in Li Hongcheng's ear, only to see Li Hongcheng's face change, and two puzzled eyes looked at Fan Xian.

"What's wrong?" Fan Xian looked at the pergola and said with a smile: "The grape trellis in the palace is quite good, but it reminds me of a joke." ”

Shizi didn't give him a chance to show off his talent in front of the girls, pulled him aside with a heavy face, and said softly, "Something happened." ”