Chapter 60 The grape trellis fell

Wu Bo'an smiled slightly. He believed that there was a world in his chest and abdomen. All these things were calculated. People always thought that they were swaying between the second prince and the crown prince, but they didn't know the relationship with the prime minister. They blamed him: "It's too risky. The prime minister doesn't know the plan that you and me have set. If someone knows, I'm afraid your father will be extremely difficult to get out."

Lin Gong smiled sinisterly and said, "Sir, go to Laoshan for a while to practice. When there is a quarrel in Kyoto, the prince will know that he must rely on our Lin family to settle down in the world in the future."

"No," Wu Bo'an seemed worried. "Since the young lady's marriage came out, I don't know if I think the eldest princess can no longer control the inner treasury, and the queen seems much colder."

From the incident of the prime minister's illegitimate daughter at the beginning of the year to the final accusation, Wu Bo'an felt that His Majesty had been slandering the prime minister's face, probably because he was planning to succeed the prince in the future. As expected, the prince began to alienate himself from the prime minister's office, so he secretly planned this plan, which not only could kill Fan Xian in one fell swoop, but also could put the prince in a certain unstable environment of rumors and force the Eastern Palace to re-establish a close relationship with the prime minister's office.

But from the beginning, the prime minister harshly opposed this plan, but the second prince seemed very enthusiastic. A young man and a counselor began to secretly operate these things, pretending to be the prime minister, causing the Fang brothers who had been hiding in the army for a long time - but Wu Bo'an never expected that Fan Xian could escape from the heavens under such a terrifying attack, and even killed the eighth-grade master, leaving unexplainable traces.

However, the situation is still under control. General Fang Gan has been destroyed. Even if the Supervisory Office found that it was him behind it, it would not be possible to find the prime minister. So Wu Bo'an asked the second son Lin Gong to return to Beijing as soon as possible.

Lin Gong smiled proudly and said, "I have been operating this manor for a long time. Even if the people from the Grand Inspectorate or the Supervisory Office come, it is extremely difficult to come in and catch people. What's more, you and I act so secretly, and who knows that you and I will be here?"

Wu Boan thought, as if it were true, and after he put his heart down, the celebrity spirit that could not be escaped from his bones was revealed again. He shook the paper fan and pointed to the grape rack above his head, and said with a smile: "This grape rack is very elegant, but it reminds me of a joke."

"What joke?"

"An official was afraid that one day he was scratched by his wife at home. The next day he went to the court, and the prefect asked what was going on? The official responded awkwardly, saying that he was enjoying the cool air under the grape trellis last night, but the shelf fell down and scratched his face. The prefect was furious and scolded: This must be your shrew's land. It's outrageous. So he quickly passed the yamen runners to ask for your wife. At this moment, no one expected that the prefect's wife was eavesdropping behind the church. In a rage, he rushed to the court and scolded the prefect. The prefect was panicked and quickly said to the official: You retreat first, my grape trellis will also fall..."

After the two of them finished the joke, they laughed in unison. The second young master Lin Gong naturally had heard this joke, but he heard some other meaning from the joke. Is Mr. Wu implicitly mocking his father for fear of his inner self? It was just that his mother died early... Is it because the prime minister is afraid of the princess?

Lin Gong was slightly angry. At this moment, he saw a black shadow appearing in the garden from the corner of his eyes.

It was a blind man with a black cloth covering his eyes and an iron rod in his hand. Blood was slowly dripping from the tip of the rod.

Lin and Wu suddenly stood up. Knowing that the other party sneaked into this place quietly, the masters outside must have all died under the iron chisel. When they thought that the masters in the manor did not even scream before they died, Lin Gong felt chills in his heart and shouted in fear: "Who are you? You have something to say!"

Wu Zhu did not answer his words and rushed over from the other end of the garden like a ghost.

Lin Gong roared, pulled out the soft sword from his waist and chopped it down on his head.

Wu Zhu turned sideways and flashed over the tip of the sword. His whole body was already close to Lin Gong's ground door. The two of them looked a little weird.

With a puff.

Blood dripped from the iron rod that was slaughtered from behind Lin Gong. He looked at the black cloth in front of him, his eyes full of fear and incredibility. He was the son of the prime minister. This man didn't even give him a chance to speak, so he killed himself. The iron rod had pierced Lin Gong's chest, and then Wu Zhu touched it up. He was shocked by the remaining force. Lin Gong's body slid back a few inches on the iron rod weakly, looking very scary.

With a chirping sound, Wuzhu calmly pulled out the iron rod from Lin Gong's body. It seemed extremely slow, but in fact it quickly moved three steps to the side, avoiding the blood fountain spurted out of the other party's chest.

The iron drill pierced Lin Gong's heart without bias, and blood sprayed out from the small hole, looking very beautiful.

Looking at this bloody scene, Wu Bo'an looked pale, but he covered his mouth tightly, not allowing him to make any noise. He saw the other party covered in black cloth on his eyes, and knew that the other party was blind and tried to get away with it.

Wu Zhu turned his head slightly and turned around and looked at him.

Wu Bo'an felt a strong despair, but a slight smile appeared on his face, trying to stabilize his voice: "I am not the prime minister! This hero is not necessarily a promising thing to do. I am Wu Bo'an, who has a wide range of friendships in Beijing. If the hero is still ambitious, it is better..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and then he lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the iron rod that had already passed through his throat.

He didn't understand why this assassin was unwilling to listen to his words... He was a weak scholar and had no threat. Moreover, he claimed to be not only a perfect strategy, but also an unparalleled eloquence. As long as this blind assassin was willing to listen to these words, he would definitely not kill himself - he still had many major things to do in his life, how could he die like this?

However, the strategist Wu Boan died so simply.

In fact, Wu Zhu has lived in this world for more than 30 years and has never understood why, whether in Dongyi City, Northern Wei, Kyoto, or here, whenever he wants to kill the other party, these people always like to talk nonstop. The lady said back then: "Swords are always more powerful than words." Wu Zhu always thought that he understood the meaning of this sentence, but he didn't understand why people in the world always didn't understand this truth.

Wuzhu took back the iron chisel and walked out of the garden alone.

After he left, the grape rack could not bear the murderous aura that had been ripped off by the rapid movement of the five bamboos before. It fell down with a loud noise and covered the two corpses, covering the green leaves and the old vines were connected together.

For a few days, there was no other news from the Supervision Bureau. Mu Tie had come to the Fan Mansion once to flatter him. However, Wu Boan, who is not famous, is actually a very powerful strategist, suddenly disappeared from the world. Fan Xian didn't seem to be in a good mood, so Mu Tie's palm fell gently, but it fell heavily on his legs, leaving a good impression.

The dark power in Si Nanbo's hand also quietly joined the search team, but still found nothing. After Wang Qinian reported the failure of the operation, Fan Xian had to temporarily suppress the matter and forcefully shift his mind to the sunny words such as sister, bookstore, and chicken legs, waiting patiently for the Hei Bu's method.

That afternoon, he forced himself to take his sister and Sizhe to visit Prince Jing's mansion.

Unexpectedly, Prince Jing was not in the mansion today, and the prince Li Hongcheng said helplessly: "The father has gone to the palace today, and he said that the Empress Dowager wanted him to come."

Fan Xian beat him up and didn't think about it much. Since he went to the awning in the back garden with Li Hongcheng, he ate some fruits and chatted to avoid the heat of early summer. He was not a few outsiders, so the prince's young daughter, Princess Roujia, who once interested Fan Xian, was also present and did not avoid anything. Fan Xian looked at the little girl and couldn't help but feel scared. When he heard Ruoru talk about the story of the Stone Records, he had fantasized that after knowing that he was the author of the Stone Records, he would love and have some feelings for himself because of something.

But after seeing Roujia, Fan Xian immediately stopped this idea.

The princess is very beautiful, with a red face and a very gentle and polite person. She is even the gentlest woman Fan Xian has ever seen since she came to this world. But Fan Xian still has his nostrils facing the sky without giving any green eyes.

Because this princess girl has just turned 12 this year, she is a very pure and immature fruit, not even a girl. Fan Xian is a bit passionate in her bones, but she is not a passionate person. As soon as he thinks about how he is with a twelve-year-old girl, he feels panic and avoids it.

Who knew what he was afraid of? Princess Roujia had been sitting obediently beside Ruoru today, but her eyes were aiming at Fan Xian intentionally or unintentionally. Her big eyes flashed and shy, making Fan Xian think about it, panic, confused, and scared.

Fan Sizhe was led by the servants of the royal family to shoot arrows. Fan Xian and the prince were talking in unison, and the two girls were also whispering something. When Fan Xian was embarrassed, he suddenly saw an official from the royal family hurried in and said something to Li Hongcheng's ear. Li Hongcheng's face changed, and two puzzled eyes looked at Fan Xian.

"What happened?" Fan Xian looked at the awning and said with a smile: "The grape rack in the royal palace is very good, but it reminds me of a joke."
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