After having dinner with Yan'er and the salamander for the first time, Zheng Ze completely pressed his mind down and sat down in front of the table.

Lifting the pen made of good nanmu, the end of the pen wanders on the paper, and the square Qin script is completed. The original body only knew some Korean characters, and he was taught by his brother when he was a child, which was already valuable for his status at that time.

The craftsmen here are indeed highly skilled and adept at drawing inferences, and with the resumption of paper production, the quality of the finished product is getting better and better, at least when stroked by hand, not a single fiber will be picked up.

Pieces of important information are quietly displayed on paper, neatly and orderly in a queue.

Nowadays, in addition to King Han, there are three major forces in South Korea entrenched in Xinzheng.

The night that is deeply rooted in the monstrous power, the Han Woo organization that hides in the shadows and waits for an opportunity, and the invisible quicksand of the vigorous emerging forces.

They are entangled and constrained on the invisible chessboard over South Korea, and with the insertion of quicksand and their own appearance, the situation is faintly uncontrollable.

This is what none of them want to see, so when the situation progresses to a certain level, Zheng Ze can predict that he will definitely become the loser.

Maybe it's because Nightfall feels like it's tricky, and it's proposing an exchange of benefits to others, or maybe it's some other reason, but when things get out of hand, it's inevitable to clean up the outsiders and divide the profits to maintain a temporary balance.

He faintly felt that Han Yu's attitude had changed subtly today, which was the intuitive embodiment of his expectations.

Don't look at Han Fei's intention to favor himself now, it is obvious, but whether it is himself or Tianze, he can become a victim of the chess game at any time, which is the basic quality that a politician should have.

So indeed, as Han Fei said, the situation in front of him seems to be peaceful, but in fact it is dangerous.

In addition to these three local forces, it seems that because of their own intervention, the other forces of Xinzheng have become chaotic. The Confucians who arrived first, the Luo Nets that suddenly appeared, the Mo family and Taoists who disappeared, and even the uncle Yan'er who had just been discovered, the son of the Wei State.

All the information passed through his mind one by one, and for this suddenly appeared Wei Guogongzi, he thought of a person.

"Wei Wu Hurt ......" whispered softly, and the only person who had memories of Wei Guogong in his mind was this person, because he was related to another person.

No longer stretching too much on this matter, whether it is South Korea's own power or those messy outsiders, there is no difference to him.

When he was sure that there were no factors that would cause his thoughts to slip through, Zheng Ze slowly put down the pen and exhaled softly.

Since you don't want to play together, don't play at all.

Remembering the words on it in his heart, a flame ignited in his fingertips, Zheng Ze quietly watched it devour the paper, and finally left a piece of ash, with a light touch of his finger, the original shape of the paper instantly turned into pieces and pasted on the desktop.

The air flow brought up by getting up made the light ash scattered all over the table, Zheng Ze didn't care, it was regarded as finding a little work for Yan'er, who had nothing to do.

Because Yan'er has begun to read and write, there is no more of his own works on the table at this time, and he Zheng has already sealed his pen, leaving only a tall phantom on the current literary world, waiting for the rising star to display his talent. ….

Open the window, feel the night breeze, the coolness lapping on the more handsome face, jump, the figure into the moonlight.

The startled salamander in the other room suddenly realized something, slowly put down the book in his hand, and looked at Zheng Ze's room.

Yan'er, who was concentrating on writing the words that his mother taught him today, noticed his mother's abnormal movement, and turned his head suspiciously, "Mother, what's wrong?"

Hearing this, the startled salamander retracted his gaze, there was nothing unusual on his cold face, and he shook his head gently, "It's nothing."

"Oh." Yan'er agreed, but if her mother didn't say anything, what could she do.

Looking at the book in the salamander's hand, she knew that the book she was studying on her desk was called "Warring States Policy", and the name in her mother's hand was longer, with a total of seven words, but she could only recognize it

Face girl, hand, up, I these four words.

However, my mother has been reading it, and it should be more advanced knowledge than the Warring States Policy, and maybe she won't teach herself until she finishes learning this book.

"Don't get distracted!" The cold and gentle voice of the startled salamander reached his ears.

Yan'er came back to his senses in an instant, and with a light sound, he continued to plunge into the ocean of knowledge, Uncle Ze said that he was very smart and would definitely be able to finish learning soon.

……

The pearl dormitory is burning with an unknown fragrance.

In the palace pavilion in the middle of the night, there is a suffocating quiet, even if it is extremely spacious, but it also makes people feel extremely oppressive.

Wearing a black tights and a masked figure crossed the palace road guarded by the guards, because Ji Wuye took away some of the troops, so this place was not as strict as before, and most of the guards stationed in the palace at this time were guarding King Han's side.

I heard my aunt say that the king was just sick, but then he was really sick somehow.

For a time, the huge harem was shrouded in a noisy atmosphere, you must know that at this time, only the pearl lady who knows pharmacology can visit the king in the daytime, if you want to get the grace scroll, you have to weigh whether your weight can withstand the grudge of the one.

The black shadow moved lightly and smoothly, easily climbing over the palace wall, carefully opening an inconspicuous window, and jumping in lightly.

The dormitory was large, but it didn't look empty at all, with eight-foot-high wooden shelves neatly arranged, and there were a lot of things on it, including rare treasures, books and books, some strange things that I couldn't name, and most of all kinds of bottles and jars.

However, it also made it easier for her to infiltrate, and out of the cultivation of a new assassin, she hid in the shadows at the first time, hiding her delicate body behind a wooden frame.

After a few moments, no anomalies were noticed, and she slowly unfolded her movements, her eyes vigilantly observing everything around her, her ears cautiously searching for clues in the eerie silence.

I searched for bottles and cans on the wooden shelves, but none of them seemed to be what I wanted.

Until everything that is placed here is examined, nothing is still found. But the delicate ear moved slightly, and she instantly dodged to the side.

Listening to the sound of the water gently lapping, she didn't seem to notice her movements, she exhaled softly, and only dared to take small sips. ….

Sensing that her heartbeat had subsided, she quietly poked her head in the direction of the sound.

A high platform surrounded by a red curtain looms inside, and it is not difficult to imagine what this place is doing.

A hazy figure seemed to be blocked by the bath bucket, and only straight shoulders could be seen, a head with hair coiled, and a jade arm that picked up a pot and scooped water on his chest.

One can almost imagine what it was like to be behind the light veil.

The new assassin paused slightly, then gently drew a dagger from under his bound wrist, and the cold light flickered in the shadows.

She tried her best to hold her breath and walked slowly towards it.

"Hehe......" Between the curtains, a woman's chuckle suddenly came.

This made the assassin's movements suddenly pause, and his attention instantly focused on the figure in the tub.

"It's bathing again, it's opening the window again, and Madame can't wait for me so eagerly?"

The Assassin, who was paying close attention, heard the sound from the other end, and his delicate body trembled slightly, and instantly looked towards the place where the sound came from.

All she could see was a figure of her back, sitting at the table, seemingly drinking the tea on the table.

The reason why her Tong Kong contracted tightly was that it was not difficult to judge from the voice and back that it was actually a man.

In the king's harem, there will be a man!

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