When the news of Wang Quan's entry into the palace reached the imperial study, Emperor Shun's hand that was reviewing the folds couldn't help shaking, and his eyes became uncertain.

The woman in white who was silently waiting on the side was much calmer, and said lightly:

"Let him in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew outside the house without warning, and the sky that had been clear for many days finally showed signs of gloom.

The dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the people were almost out of breath, just like the scene in the decisive battle of the capital city that day.

Xu was disgusted with the stuffiness in the house, so the woman in white got up lightly and came to the window, propped up a window with a wooden stick, looked at the sky outside the window and muttered:

"The mountain rain is coming, and the wind and clouds are treacherous."

Emperor Shun on the side was always silent.

……

After a while, there was the sound of rustling footsteps outside.

Emperor Shun tried his best to stay calm, but he still couldn't help but stand up, touched the soft sword that he had been carrying with him at his waist, his face finally relaxed a little, and the woman frowned slightly when she saw this, but she didn't say anything.

The door was finally pushed open, and the man walked in with an indifferent face, although there was no sword at his waist, his murderous aura was not reduced in the slightest.

The two people in the room turned their heads to look at him at the same time, Rao is they have experienced a lot of wind and waves, and they can't help but breathe at this moment, and the man in front of them is very different from half a year ago.

After a moment of silence, Emperor Shun spoke:

"Wang Quanquan, Qingxing she ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the wind howling outside the house, and the wooden sticks supporting the window were blown to the ground by the sudden wind, and the window door also fell with a loud noise.

Along with the window falling at the same time, there was also a strand of Emperor Shun's hair, and his originally neat and meticulous bun was also spread out at this time, looking a little embarrassed.

Wang Quanquan put down a finger hanging in the air, and said coldly:

"If you dare to mention her again, it will be your head that will be cut off next time."

As he said outside the palace gate, if he wanted to kill the other party, he didn't need weapons at all.

The Ninety-Five Supreme Wang Zhide showed anger, but he still suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice:

"Wang Quan, do you really think that I will not kill you?"

"Haven't you killed it?" Wang Quanquan asked rhetorically.

The room fell silent all of a sudden, and the sound of rain began to sound outside the house, and the sound of the rain grew louder and louder, and after a while it became noisy.

The scholar of the Shen family, who had followed Wang Quanquan all the way into the palace, was almost numb at this moment, and he had been trying his best to lower his figure and hide behind the man who was a head taller than him. Although no one noticed him, after today, not to mention him Shen Qianqiu, even the entire Shen family might be removed from Jiangdong.

……

The rain became heavier and heavier, and it was almost connected, the woman in the house sighed, and after re-propping up the window, Xu Bu came to the man with murderous eyes in his eyes, and said softly:

"It's really not our doing, otherwise you wouldn't have arrived in the capital all the way to the capital, let alone entered the palace so smoothly."

"If it's not you, who else?" The man said coldly.

"We will investigate this matter, now Wen Fuding and Ye Jian are waiting outside the door, if we have the heart to harm you, we will not speak so calmly."

After the woman finished speaking, she looked back at the man with his hair on the side of the case, although the latter was still gloomy, but he still said patiently:

"Seeing each other before, it was really a helpless move, since you fell off the cliff, I sent Zhou Jian Zheng to look for it, and I only recently got news of you, if I really want to kill you, wouldn't it be safer to send Wen Fuding to go?"

Wen Fuding and Wang Quanquan have a deep grudge, and now they have become a good shield for some reason.

"Why are you looking for me?" The royal authority did not relax its killing intent because of the other party's words.

Emperor Shun glanced at Nie Yingxue, and when he saw that the other party frowned again, he sighed helplessly:

"I don't want to be alone."

As if he had heard some funny joke, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said with a smile:

"You've rebelled, and you're still afraid of this?"

There was no smile in his eyes when he spoke.

Shen Qianqiu, who was hiding behind him, had already begun to recite the Sutra of Death to himself, and now he didn't ask the other party to let him go, he just wanted to have a good time.

When Emperor Shun heard this, his face regained calm, and he said lightly:

"Actually, the two of us are about the same, we have the same bumpy fate, you should understand me."

Wang Quanquan sneered:

"I'm afraid you don't have any misunderstanding about the ups and downs of fate, right? Have you ever been to the people, have you ever experienced the sufferings of the people? If my guess is correct, you will have at least a few thousand soldiers and horses in your hands when you are at your worst, which is enough for you to show off your might.

Wang Qianwen has just died, and his father is going to take over the whole country, and he has to face the usurpation of power by your imperial uncle, is he not more bumpy than you?

You can obviously assist him into a generation of Ming monarchs, but you want to replace him and take a path that you know the congregation has betrayed and left, and you want me to say that you are all self-inflicted. ”

"You!"

Emperor Shun was speechless, raised his hand and pointed at the other party for a long time, and finally could only hang down weakly.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the other party was right, all this was his own doing.

"I'll give you three days to find the real culprit who killed Ah Qing, if you can't find out, no matter if he is a Taoist or an immortal, he can't stop me from killing you."

Wang Quanquan coldly put down the next sentence and turned to leave.

Let your son of heaven be angry, and ambush millions of corpses, so what? I'm angry, and blood is splashed three feet, that's enough!

……

The door of the imperial study was slowly opened from the inside, and Wang Quanquan and Shen Qianqiu, two people who should not have been able to beat the eight poles, walked out together.

The untimely heavy rain just came and went quickly, and now the rain has cleared and the air is exceptionally fresh.

Outside the house, the Ouchi guards were already surrounded by layers, and at this moment, they looked like they were facing a great enemy, raising their spears and aiming at the two of them.

At the front of them, Wen Fuding, who was wearing a purple and gold robe, stood with his hands in his hands, and the old swordsman surnamed Ye on the side was smiling with his beard.

Wang Quanquan didn't choose to do it in the end, Ye Jian, who thought that he could have a good discussion with the other party, couldn't help but be excited, and the young man in front of him was able to use qi as a sword in just half a year, which made this old man who had been with the sword for half his life quite amazed.

On the other hand, Wen Fuding on the side, although his face was calm, but the haze revealed in his eyes became more and more obvious, Wang Quanquan caught a glimpse of the other party's eyes, and the murderous aura that had just been suppressed was brought up again, and he walked to the Taoist's side and said coldly:

"We still have an account to be reckoned with."

Wen Fuding still looked like an old god was there, closed his eyes and said:

"The poor road is waiting for the prince."

Wang Quanquan took one last look at the old man's hair, which turned from white to yellow and then to black, frowned slightly, and turned to leave.

Shen Qianqiu, who had followed all the way, couldn't wait to stay away from this place earlier, speed up his pace to keep up, and almost hit the other party's back halfway.

After the two walked away, Emperor Shun dispersed the crowd, and Nie Yingxue carefully arranged the hair bun for the other party as always.

The two were silent for a long time, and Wang Zhide was the first to speak:

"Let Zhao Hu withdraw his troops."

Nie Yingxue nodded when she heard this, and her face hesitated.

"There's nothing to say, but it's okay to say it."

"You seem to have changed."

"Where has changed?"

"I can't say it, it seems to be ......"

The woman pondered for a long time, and finally said truthfully: "Cowardly." ”

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