The north of the continent is full of wars, while the south is quiet and peaceful.

For several years in a row, the state of Chu had good weather and good weather, a bumper harvest of grain, the people were happy, and the taxation and government of officials had reached the best level in history, and there was a faint feeling of prosperity.

Scholar Zhang's ability to govern the country was fully demonstrated, and even the military power of the Southern King was quietly recovered by the imperial court under his superb means.

Whether from the perspective of the dynasty or the individual, it has now reached the peak, and it is time for change.

is already a very popular minister, how can he change it?

Many people are privately persuading Scholar Zhang to go one step further, including his own son.

In history, the powerful ministers usurped the throne, and they had to worry about the royal family's counterattack and the people's hearts, but the current Chu State did not have this problem at all, who would support that idiot emperor?

"What do people have to do in their lives, is it enough to be a prime minister with their father's ability? The people and officials are looking forward to it! Zhang Dagongzi knelt in front of his father's bed, and said with tears on his face: "Even if you don't think about this, don't you think about what happens after death?" When the time comes, will you have to watch your sons die and die, one by one? ”

Scholar Zhang said: "I am the regent for Your Majesty, not just the phase, it is enough to do things, don't mention other things in the future, as for you, you will be fine." ”

Eventually, the conversation got out.

Zhang Dagongzi naturally did not mention his fear of the future, but just said what his father meant before.

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The capital was in an uproar, no one dared to accuse, and no one persuaded anyone to advance.

One day, Scholar Zhang left the palace and left the capital in an eight-seated sedan chair, and went to Xiushan outside the city to relax.

There is a grass house in the mountain, where the contemporary celebrity Mo Gong borrowed it.

The guards were scattered around the cottage.

Scholar Zhang walked into the cottage, arched his hand at Mo Gong, and said, "Come and play chess." ”

Mo Gong smiled bitterly and said, "Shaoyue is still in the mood to play chess?" ”

Scholar Zhang said: "Are you talking about that rumor? After saying that, I now only feel that my mood is open, and I can't be better. ”

Mo Gong sighed and said, "Seeing that you don't shy away from acting and talking, I thought you really had that mind." ”

Scholar Zhang said indifferently: "What is the difference between me and the emperor now?" After all, I just want to do something, and it doesn't matter what I do. ”

A young man walked in with two cups of coarse tea, and listened to this sentence and responded: "If the name is not right, it is not good, and if the word is not good, it is difficult to act." ”

Seeing that the young man's eyes were calm, like an old man, Mr. Zhang asked slightly, "What's your name?" ”

The young man said, "Mo Gong disciple Yunqi. ”

Scholar Zhang said: "This name is too light and casual, I am afraid that you will have to go a long way in this life." ”

The young man smiled slightly and said: "I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, this place of peace is my hometown, and I give myself this name to remind myself not to deliberately remember who I am and where I come from." ”

That night, Scholar Zhang returned to the house, sat down with his wife, and talked about the young man he saw in Xiushan Caolu during the day.

"The young talents I have seen, this son is only under the two."

The old wife reached out and took off a piece of green silk from his collar, handed it to the oil lamp and burned it, and said, "Who are those two?" ”

Scholar Zhang said: "I once met the prince of Nanwang when he was a child, and there is another person who is naturally His Majesty. ”

The old wife's hand trembled slightly, I don't know if it was burned by the fire, and said in a slight shock: "Your Majesty? ”

Scholar Zhang said: "Your Majesty's wisdom is foolish, unfathomable, and extraordinary. ”

Many people are persuading him to go further, and if there are subordinates, sons, and old friends, he will give different answers.

Only in the middle of the night, in front of his old wife, will he tell the truth.

……

In the eyes of many people, the scholars were reluctant to be emperors because they were very satisfied with the current situation, but they were not satisfied.

For example, his most loyal subordinates and friends, when he was the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, would think, if you are not the emperor, then when and when will I be the first assistant?

The most dissatisfied is the eldest son of the Zhang family, thinking that if you are not the emperor, then I will not have hope, and I may be in danger in the future?

Changing the dynasty is the most valuable business in the world, and the benefits can make countless people tempted and killed.

The academics made it clear that they would not do anything, so some people began to do something in private.

Early one morning, several water trucks from Quanshan passed through the layers of inspection by the guards and entered the palace.

As the sun rises, a bloody assassination is about to begin.

Assassination of kings is common, and it is not uncommon for subordinates to kill kings and then support the lord's family to ascend the throne.

There are many archways in the yellow robe, and some are really helpless.

Scholar Zhang really didn't know about this assassination, and the emperor naturally didn't know either, but there were many people who already knew about it in advance.

The guards in the palace were all academicians, and although they did not receive direct instructions, they naturally remained silent when they knew where the assassins hiding in the water truck were coming from. Those eunuchs who faintly heard the sound of the wind hid in the quilt and shivered, and did not dare to look out the window at all. The whole palace was eerily quiet.

Scholar Zhang got up to wash, put on his official uniform with the help of his wife, and prepared to go to the court meeting, but found that one of his sons who had been sent outside the palace was missing.

"Where's your eldest brother?" He asked with a slight frown.

Several sons of the Zhang family glanced at each other, and said a little nervously: "The eldest brother met friends last night, and it seems that he drank too much, so he rested outside and hasn't come back yet." ”

Scholar Zhang was a little angry, but he didn't think too much about it, and it wasn't until he walked into the sedan chair that he felt that the atmosphere in the mansion was a little weird today.

……

Zhang Dagongzi did not drink alcohol or sleep with prostitutes, but sat in a house deep in a mansion in the capital.

The morning light was faint, and then separated by a paper window, the room was very dark, and I couldn't see people's faces clearly, and I could only hear more than ten breaths.

The people in this room were all young and strong officials in the imperial court.

Whether in terms of seniority or official position, Zhang Dagongzi is not qualified to sit in the first place, but the people in the room have no opinion, and they are more respectful than usual.

After today's deed is completed, the eldest prince will be the crown prince.

The throne can be sitting, let alone the first place?

There was no news for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room became even more oppressive, and everyone was on pins and needles.

Finally, someone couldn't sit still, got up and walked to the window, and said in a slightly hurried voice: "Even if the assassin misses, what about the guards?" ”

In many mansions in the capital of Chu State, those officials who received the news were in a nervous mood, some officials directly said that they were sick and did not go to the court meeting, and some officials, such as the Ministry of Rites, rushed to wait outside the palace with a red face.

……

The morning light moved from the floor of the palace to the windows, piercing through, illuminating the notched floor of the palace, reflecting watery light patterns.

The morning sun has risen.

Su Qingming opened his eyes, and the same question in his heart was born as many officials: Why haven't you come yet?

The Imperial Palace was a good place for him to practice, no different from the Sword Sect, and he didn't want to leave, but now it seemed that as he got older, the trouble would only increase, and he was ready to leave.

He had already confirmed the location of the mountain, and was ready to fake his death before going incognito to the mountain as a savage, but who knew that the assassin never appeared.

Outside the hall, there were suddenly a few muffled sounds in the distance, followed by footsteps, shouts, and the grinding of weapons, and they were getting closer and closer.

How did a covert assassination turn into such a fierce battle? Su Qingming was a little surprised, got up and walked outside the hall.

Pushing open the door of the temple, the sunlight was a little dazzling, and he squinted his eyes.

The palace gate was ajar, and the corpses of several Assassins were piled up there.

The corpses in the palace walls were more numerous, in addition to the assassins in cloth clothes, there were also more than a dozen guards, blood and water flowing, exuding a faint fishy smell.

Between the corpses and the blood on the ground, stood a dark and thin teenager.

The boy was covered in blood and wounds on his arms, but his hands holding the hilt of his sword were still as steady.

The palace gate was finally forcibly broken open by the guards outside, and the corpses of the assassins were blown away.

Dozens of guards shouted for escort, and they rushed in, surrounding the thin black boy in the middle.

There were also some guards who wanted to come to Su Qingming's body, but they were stopped by a sword light.

The sword light came from the hand of the thin black boy.

Seeing that it was a bloody battle, no matter how fierce and capable the black and thin boy was, the final outcome could only be death or capture.

"That's not what you're supposed to do."

Su Qingming's voice echoed outside the hall, passing through the corpses of those assassins and guards, bringing with it the smell of blood.

He walked down the stone steps to the thin black boy, looked at the guards and said, "He is my personal guard, you want to kill him?" ”

Hearing this, the guards were very surprised, and several guards secretly looked at each other, but in the end they didn't dare to continue to do anything.

At this time, the forbidden army finally arrived outside the hall, surrounded by water, the commander of the forbidden army was the most trusted general of Zhang Daxue, at this time, his face was ugly as if he had just died of his mother, and he directly tied up all those guards, and then knelt in front of Su Qingming with a snap.

Su Qingming ignored him and returned to the hall with the thin black boy.

The commander of the forbidden army turned a little pale, and ordered his subordinates to carry the corpse out, wash the ground with clean water, and then slowly cover the palace gate.

In the early hours of the morning, Su Qingming drove out all the eunuchs and palace maids, and the hall was empty, looking very empty and deserted.

Su Qingming found some wound medicine in the residence of the ladies in the palace and handed it to the thin black boy, motioning for him to sit down at will.

The thin black boy should be the disciple of the Valley of No Return, but when he entered the illusion realm, he changed his appearance and became a little different.

Su Qingming is more familiar with this face, especially the straightforward and persistent energy between his eyebrows and eyes, which is hard to forget.

The thin black boy took off his coat, which had been cut into strips by his sword, and began to bandage his wounds, without saying a word the whole time.

Su Qingming looked out the window and made eye contact with the blue bird on the branch.

The blue bird flew away quietly, it may be to the palace of Zhao State, or it may be to the Taishou Mansion of Beihai, no matter how far the end of the world is, it only takes an instant for it.

Su Qingming asked, "Why did you go from the Hanging Temple to Wanshou Mountain?" Even if you leave, shouldn't you go to the school palace? Didn't Zenko already write a letter? ”

Asking three questions in a row is a rare thing for him with a cold temperament.

These three questions also revealed another surprising fact, it turned out that this black and thin boy was Shen Yunhai.

Shen Yunhai cultivated Buddhism in the Hanging Temple, why did he participate in the Asking Question Conference as a disciple of Wuhui Valley?

"The real person in charge guessed that Gongzi would come to the Asking Conference, so he asked me to come in as a disciple of the Returnless Valley to help you."

When it came to the Xue Palace, Shen Yunhai hesitated a little and didn't explain, and only said the reason why he appeared here.

For him, who regards Su Qingming as a master and a father, this is really a very rare thing.

Su Qingming understood Shen Luomo's thoughts.

As a disciple of the Sword Sect, Shen Luomo naturally knew that Shen Yunhai had already left the Sword Prison of Cloud Sword Peak, and even knew that Shen Yunhai was in the Hanging Temple.

Su Qingming had never thought of hiding it from Shen Luomo, and it was difficult to hide it from him with his current realm.

Shen Luomo wanted to help Su Qingming snatch the immortal urn from Wuhui Gu's hands, so he wanted to prepare a helper for him.

Shen Shenfei was not too eye-catching, so he thought of Shen Yunhai who was far away in the Hanging Temple.

If the blue bird was still on the branch outside the window at this time, and Shen Yunhai's words were transmitted to the outside world, it would inevitably cause an uproar and shock.

Everyone thought that the Returnless Valley had an absolute advantage in this Asking Dao Conference, because there were a total of four disciples who had entered the illusion realm.

Who would have thought that the Sword Sect would quietly send three disciples in, not to mention Su Qingming, who was fighting on behalf of the Hidden Moon Sect, who would have thought that there would be Shen Yunhai's secret chess?

In this way, Shen Zhenren's personal visit to the Valley of No Return is not necessarily as simple as releasing goodwill, but more like personally sitting in charge for the subsequent victory!