"Of course I know that Master Wu is not shining, and I don't want to be close to him, I mean that he has nothing to ask for."

King Wei interrupted Qi Chang, smiling rather than smiling: "If people don't ask for anything, it's naturally not good - close."

The word "close" is low and heavy, with weight, straight into Qi Chang's ears.

Qi Chang suddenly understood that the closeness that King Wei said was a kind of standing in line, co-opting, and forming a party.

And when he told a little attendant that King Wei had told him about such an obscure thing, he was so worried that he almost jumped out of his mouth.

"Minister...... The ministers are shallow in their learning, their minds are dull, and they don't understand what the prince is referring to......

King Wei stared at him and said with a smile, "You are good at manipulating power, you are obviously a smart person, how can you not understand? Do you not want to understand, or do you dare not understand? Or does the attendant say that he has chosen the Lord in his heart?"

Qi Chang waved his hand again and again: "The minister has no such intention, the minister does feel that his qualifications are mediocre, compared with Master Wu, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground...... A minister is not worthy to be close to the prince."

Seeing a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, King Wei knew that he was scared in his heart, and smiled more and more kindly: "You are not worthy, but you have a good old master and a good countryman."

He got straight to the point: "Qi Shishu was once a slave of the Mo Mansion, and he got the blue eyes of General Mo, and he must know everything about General Mo and Mo Jiedu, this king wants to know some details of the Mo family, who can he ask if he doesn't ask the servant?"

Qi Chang felt that there was a strong wind swept in, everything was shaking, and King Wei's words were like thunder, smashing above his head, and at the same time, a cold aura jumped up from the soles of his feet, and he shivered from the cold.

He shivered as if he was cold: "Minister...... The minister is a slave, how can he know it well......

"Don't be afraid," King Wei smiled more and more, "It's not that you want to get rid of meritorious officials, it's just that the four seasons of heaven and earth are still changing, let alone people?" The military power has changed hands, and the country is at peace both inside and outside, isn't it the peaceful and prosperous era that you scholars want to see?"

He got up, leaned forward with his upper body, like a poisonous snake, cold and penetrating in front of Qi Chang, his eyes were quenched with the light of poisonous desire, and the sound that came out of his mouth was like a snake letter, which could just reach the bottom of Qi Chang's belly.

"The military power changes hands, the world also changes hands, lose the backer of General Guide, you will get a bigger backer, enough for you to rise in Kyoto, full of spring breeze."

He straightened up, swept towards the untimely furnishings in the room, smiled contemptuously, and sat down: "When the time comes, you don't have to be elegant, your words and deeds are elegance."

Qi Chang's face was dull and at a loss.

His face was pale, only two of his eyes were still black, and the thunder still roared over his head, so that he could not hear anything.

Every word King Wei said was enough to scare him out of his soul - King Wei asked him to betray Mo Lingfeng, make him a villain, and climb up by stepping on the kindness of the old master.

His spirit was like a hot breath in a lamp, which dissipated little by little, and finally barely left a smirk on his face, ugly and hypocritical.

He held the cooling tea cup in both hands, looked at the tea leaves that sank to the bottom, shivered and tasted it, and let the bitter and cold tea penetrate into his heart.

A sip of cold tea gave him a little courage: "Don't joke, Lord Wang, the minister used to be a slave, not a guest in the Mo Mansion, how dare he get close to Mo Jiedu and Miss Mo, and the people closest to her are Cheng Sanye and——"

He swallowed the word Wu Jin.

King Wei didn't know much about Cheng Sanqi and his people, but he only knew that Mo Qianlan had an estranged friend of Mo Rebellion, Cheng Taishan.

He smiled, skimming over the word, "Really?"

Qi Chang pulled the corners of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but he didn't laugh: "The minister is just a little waiter who speaks, and what he says is as light as a feather, and no one will believe it when he says it."

He stood up in fear, took a step back, and fell to his knees: "The words of the prince today, the minister spread half a sentence, and died under the sword."

King Wei got up and walked to Qi Chang's side, stretched out his hand to grab his arm, lifted the person up, and pressed him into the chair: "Since I dare to say it directly, I am not afraid that you will say it, the world weighs the pros and cons, and the most will pretend to be deaf and dumb, if you are not crazy, others will also say that you are crazy."

He walked over to the screen and looked

looked at the dawn painted on the screen: "The waiter said that I didn't expect it, I saw you accepting bribes, I thought you would be tempted by the official position and wealth, but I didn't expect it to be a loyal person, since this is the case, I am not reluctant."

Qi Chang's hands were wet, he grabbed the hem of his clothes, lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows: "Thank you for your kindness and compassion." net

King Wei turned to look at the fragrant duck smoker: "It's just that you disobeyed me, I'm unhappy, I can't keep you in this capital, you will go to the Hanlin Academy tomorrow to ask for your resignation."

When Qi Chang heard this, he suddenly raised his head: "Please resign?"

He opened his mouth wide in panic, and the non-existent wind blew into the house again, and this time even the ground was shaking, and at any moment it would collapse, pulling him into hell.

King Wei nodded: "Lingnan is a good place, I will send someone to send you there."

Qi Chang was dizzy, and his heart became a heavy hammer, hitting his chest one by one, causing him to cramp in his chest and having to bow down.

The unprecedented helplessness swept over him, far more than the water splashed by the carriage on a rainy night—a few words from the King of Wei, which crushed his life.

He rolled off his chair and fell to his knees again: "The minister will not say anything......

"I never keep those who are not used to me." King Wei stared at him, waiting for him to give in.

Temptation and coercion, he will always choose one.

Qi Chang knelt down, cold sweat dripping down from his sideburns, from his fingers to the ground, from his knees to the ground, and the shadows under his body gradually became damp and connected.

His fingernails got stuck in the cracks of the bluestone slabs, twisting and breaking, and he didn't know anything but trembled.

He knew that King Wei was waiting for him to answer, but his mind was full of one thought-Mr. Zhao, I am not the villain in your mouth!

Go to Lingnan!

Go to that wild, poisonous land!

He shouted in his heart, and his shadow fell to the ground, curled up in a ball, and the color was so rich that it seemed to have stored all his anger in it.

King Wei looked at him indifferently for a long time, and when he saw that his body was trembling involuntarily, he was still trying to calm down, and sighed: "This king is sorry for you, you are a beggar, you can come to this day, and the hardships are difficult, it is conceivable that since you want to learn from An Jinzang disembowelment savior, then your life will be in smoke."

Qi Chang was dripping with cold sweat, and his throat was dry and hoarse: "Minister, minister's - sir......

When the word Mr. was mentioned, he still had a sense of emptiness, because Zhao Shiheng had never thought of him as a disciple.

But now, he should be qualified to be Zhao Shiheng's disciple.

"Sir has taught his ministers to observe the righteousness of the festival and death."

King Wei clapped his palms: "Okay, this king has seen a hard bone today, the world says that Wu Jin has the style of a scribe, but according to this king, you are really backbone."

He took off the crane on his body and squatted on Qi Chang's back: "Lingnan is wet and cold, and it is cold to the bones, so this king will give you a piece of clothing to keep out the cold."