Imperial capital, Book Pavilion.

Kong Nanfei looked at the back of Prime Minister Zhao Kuo's sleeves and left, and returned to the cabinet.

The Master was wearing a thick robe and sat on the rocking chair, swaying gently, and the sun shone on the Master's face, making him feel a little comfortable.

Kong Nanfei couldn't understand the Master anymore.

In fact, the chaos in the imperial capital began with the Master staying in the door. If the Master was still active in the court and overwhelmed the ministers, this so-called bloody storm would not have happened.

What is the Master planning to do?

"Is Zhao Kuo leaving?"

The Master asked.

Kong Nanfei nodded, and he did not ask out the doubts in his heart.

"It's good to leave. This man has a wolfish ambition. He knew it when the late emperor was in power. Now, he really can't hide his thoughts."

"Lu Ping'an sent the Beiluo Iron Cavalry to slaughter the imperial family, and Zhao Kuo also took this opportunity to stand completely in front of the stage. He Shou... was just his pawn."

"Zhao Kuo treats Beiluo Iron Cavalry as a knife, but he forgets that if he doesn't have enough strength, he may not be able to master this knife. At that time, he will hurt himself."

The Master said slowly.

"He wanted to borrow the east wind, but he forgot who was blowing the east wind."

After saying that, the Master closed his eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

Kong Nanfei pondered for a long time, and felt more and more that he could not see through his Master.

...

The wheels of the carriage and horses were rotating, crushing the smoke and dust on the ground.

Luo Cheng held He Shou. At this moment, the minister He Shou had already turned pale as snow.

He saw with his own eyes that one aristocratic family after another was destroyed and one minister after another was bleeding.

These people are executioners, unreasonable executioners.

He Shou's pride was torn to pieces when facing death.

He once wrote a manifesto with the moonlight and was full of energy.

However, when I think back at this moment, it is so ridiculous. A manifesto brought about... the earth-shaking upside down of the imperial capital.

He Shou thought of the prime minister who asked him to write a manifesto.

His eyes fluctuated slightly, and then he laughed bitterly.

This time, the five hundred cavalry of Beiluo wiped out many aristocratic families, but they only did not touch the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Because from the beginning to the end, the Prime Minister was in a semi-retired state, and had no memorials or rumors.

And rumors spread, proclamations, attacking the national savages, etc.

These things were done by the Prime Minister and other officials.

Why?!

Resentment flashed in He Shou's eyes.

When the last aristocratic family came to an end, Nie Changqing, who was sitting in the carriage, stretched his waist and his eyes fell on He Shou's body.

"And...and the Prime Minister of the Great Zhou Dynasty Zhao Kuo! He is the mastermind behind the scenes. He asked me to write the manifesto, and he asked me to spread the rumors! You also go and kill him, kill him!"

He Shou's crazy way.

He didn't know where he got the courage.

"We don't have to go, they're here."

Nie Changqing said lightly.

But I saw a dark army coming at the end of the long street, accompanied by a clanging sound, and a solemn aura filled with murderous aura.

...

On Beiluo Lake, a lonely boat ripples.

Mo Liuqi leaned against the bow of the boat and stared blankly at his reflection in the lake.

The Mohist government city was destroyed.

The people he has always cared about have become the past.

From now on, no one will post tasks to him, and Mo Liuqi will no longer be an assassin.

In the heavy rain, he challenged the Overlord crazyly.

However, in the hands of the Overlord, he was like an ant, and the overlord's strength made him powerless to resist.

He has never been so eager for strength.

The volatile lake surface reflects a numb face, without a smile or emotion, just like... a face-paralyzing face.

He finally returned to Beiluo City and the island in the middle of the lake.

He knew that it was his only hope to have the strength to surpass the overlord, follow Lu Fan and join Bai Yujing.

suddenly.

The lake water rippled.

Mo Liuqi's eyes condensed, and a terrifying aura came from behind.

He looked back and saw shocking waves appearing in the calm Beiluo Lake, as if it was forcibly stirred up.

The birds and crows were frightened, and the sound of flapping their wings lingering everywhere.

The lonely boat began to churn up and down.

Mo Liuqi stood up from the lonely boat and stared at the hazy mist behind him.

A strong wind blew, blowing away the thick fog, and a burly figure came along the white waves.

"It's him!"

Mo Liuqi clenched his fists.

Shortness of breath.

The King of West County...Xiang Shaoyun!

On the island in the middle of the lake.

The breeze is gentle.

Jing Yue, carrying a pineapple wooden sword box, felt inexplicably frightened. He looked into the lake, and there was a faint roar of shocking sky resounding.

"What a strong breath..."

Jing Yue was solemn, his toes trembled, and his body seemed to retreat, but he held back.

This is the island in the middle of the lake, with Young Master Lu in charge.

He doesn't have to escape.

Lu Mu naturally felt this breath when he met Bai Feng Piaopiao.

He held the turtle shell in his hand and gently rubbed his fingers on it.

The girl carrying a pipa hurriedly approached behind Lu Mutong, spreading among the islands, terrifying the breath of crows, which made her scared.

The Lord Baiyu Jinglou.

Lu Dongxuan opened his eyes, his eyes were a little deep, and he took a long breath.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth lingering among the islands actually gathered into Lu Dongxuan's body in a vortex.

Lu Dongxuan, a thought of Qi-Breaking Pill.

Obviously, he realized something on the vertical plaque.

"Since you have some insights, you are qualified to go to Bai Yujing's pavilion, come up."

Lu Fan's faint voice lingered in Lu Dongxuan's ears.

Lu Dongxuan stood up, tidied up his clothes, and went to the pavilion.

When I arrived at the second floor, I saw Lu Fan leaning against the railing and listening to the wind. A white dress floated in the wind, free and freehand.

"Young Master Lu."

Lu Dongxuan grinned and showed his yellow teeth.

"Since I have joined Bai Yujing, I will call me a young master like them."

Lu Fan held a black piece and fell on the chessboard.

Pinch the bronze wine glass with the other hand and take a sip of the wine.

"sit."
To be continued...