Chapter 5: The Emperor and His Ministers Have Already Met with the Current Time (5)

Lingwang Mansion.

Luo Xiuyuan has been looking out the window for a long time. The scenery of early autumn is so bleak that even the clouds are bleak. There is really nothing to see, but Luo Xiuyuan is very fascinated.

"Your Highness?" Chang Mao sent Shen Minghuan away, and when he came back to see this scene, he couldn't help but whispered.

Luo Xiuyuan blinked, "Ah, Chang Mao, you are back."

In fact, there is nothing to be sad about. The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Even the closest friends will eventually go in different directions.

The road you choose can only be walked alone.

"There is a letter I just wrote on the table. Please give it to the teacher for me." Qu Zhengcheng, the prime minister of the dynasty, was Luo Xiuyuan's teacher since he was enlightened.

At that time, His Majesty did not hate Luo Xiuyuan as much as he does now. He picked and chose with Gu Chenglin, and chose Qu Zhengcheng, who was an upright official and had a high status and reputation. He was determined to find a good minister to assist this child who was destined to inherit his country.

It is said that Shen Changqing, who had not lost the emperor's favor, was also among the candidates.

Qu Zhengcheng was born in a humble family, but he stood out in the palace examination and was highly valued by the late emperor. He was promoted all the way and even surpassed the disciples carefully trained by various aristocratic families. In just a few years, he has reached the position of prime minister.

With outstanding talent and no large family to take care of, he is more suitable to be Luo Xiuyuan's loyal minister than Shen Changqing.

The previous careful considerations are now very annoying.

If Luo Xiuyuan had not deliberately distanced himself from Qu Zhengcheng after discovering this, and the two of them had tacitly stopped having private contacts, perhaps Qu Zhengcheng would have been the second Shen Changqing.

Luo Xiuyuan sighed softly and said to Chang Mao, "Be careful, don't let anyone find out."

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I understand." Chang Mao did this kind of thing for the first time, "Your Highness, Minister Wang has been asking to see His Majesty for three consecutive days, but His Majesty has not agreed. Today, news came from the palace that His Majesty was very angry and had people drive Lord Wang, who was waiting outside, out of the palace."

The emperor's patience was limited. Not allowing an audience was his mildest refusal. It was probably because he had killed a lot of people recently. If he killed Minister Wang, he would have no one to use.

Minister Wang was only loyal to the emperor and did not get involved in the party struggle for the throne. But being loyal to the emperor did not conflict with being loyal to the country. They always had to consider the future. Several civil officials, including Minister Wang, although they had not clearly stood in line before, all supported Luo Xiuyuan more in their hearts.

Luo Xiuyuan frowned softly, "Please ask the gentleman for me to persuade the adults."

When the emperor got angry, he would not care that they were all loyal ministers who served the country and the people.

"I have failed them a lot..." Luo Xiuyuan looked gloomy, and used the self-proclaimed name "I" again.

As "Luo Xiuyuan", he had a clear conscience, but as the prince, he had failed too many people.

Chang Mao comforted him awkwardly, "Your Highness, don't think so."

"I'm fine." Luo Xiuyuan smiled, "You go and do it."

Chang Mao hesitated to speak, and finally picked up the sealed letter on the table, clasped his fists and saluted, and took two steps back before turning around and leaving.

Only Luo Xiuyuan was left in the empty room.

He coughed lightly and pulled out a box from under the bed, which was locked with a mechanism.

I don't know how Luo Xiuyuan moved, but after hearing two clicks, the box opened, and a ledger lay quietly inside.

It was exactly the same as the one he had just handed to Shen Minghuan.

Luo Xiuyuan took out a lit candle and sat cross-legged on the ground.

He had prepared two copies of the account book from the beginning, both of which were real, after all, a fake one could not be hidden from Shen Minghuan.

Originally, it was a redundant move just in case, but he did not expect that someone would really come to his door.

Luo Xiuyuan slowly placed the account book that he had written for three days on the candlelight, watching the flames lick the pages bit by bit.

The flames jumped, and his face was intertwined with light and dark.

Forget it, who made that person Shen Minghuan? Just treat it as a farewell gift.

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Chang Mao had just "sent" Shen Minghuan out of the door. Unlike when this person came, he walked in front with big strides. Chang Mao followed Shen Minghuan step by step, staring at this person's every move, as if he was guarding a thief, causing Shen Minghuan's coachman and servant Shen An to glare at him frequently.

The door slammed hard behind them, making a loud noise, and almost hitting Shen Minghuan. Shen An kicked the door in anger and cursed in a low voice: "The mouse has skin, but the man has no manners! If the man has no manners, why not die!"

As a servant of the head of a scholarly family, Shen An has also read books and learned etiquette. This sentence is the most vicious word he thinks.

Shen Minghuan raised his eyes. He keenly felt that the spies around him had taken action. They must have gone to report to their respective masters. It might lead to many speculations. He suddenly felt quite bored.

Shen Minghuan is not unable to do such a sinister and calculating thing, but he never likes it. In the past, such things were all left to Xiaobai... Forget it, why think about the past?

It's not bad now.

"Master, slow down, be careful." Shen An cursed and diligently placed a small chair under the carriage.

Shen Minghuan, who can actually fight a hundred people alone, was about to step on the small chair with a disgusted expression, and suddenly looked into the distance as if he noticed something.

There were eight or nine beggars huddled in the corner.

In his perception, these beggars lost their voices bit by bit and in a very uniform manner.

They died.

They died inexplicably and against common sense.

Pedestrians with skinny bodies and tired faces passed by without even glancing at them, and were so indifferent that it was frightening.

No, it was not indifference, it was as if they did not see the beggars who fell silently on the ground.

[Xiaojiu! ]

[What's wrong? ] The system was startled, and when it followed Shen Minghuan's gaze, it breathed a sigh of relief, [Oh, host, they are just like you, background boards. ]

In the story, they used their miserable and rough lives to prove the current emperor's wrongdoings, and when the story could not go on, they were the first to be abandoned by the way of heaven.

Shen Minghuan was silent for a moment, [Why can't everyone see them? ]

People come and go, and the corner that no one cares about becomes somewhat conspicuous because of the skinny bodies lying in all directions. Everyone's face is numb and calm.

[Ah? I can see it.] The system said puzzledly: [Although it is a background board, they were also born and raised by their parents. They grew up from babies to adults. Even if they are burned to ashes, there will still be a handful of ashes. How can I not see it?]

Shen An saw his master staring at a certain direction for a long time, and he also looked curiously, and then froze for a moment.

Shen An looked reluctant, but he was calm as usual. Instead, he was more concerned about Shen Minghuan's unusual look, "Don't worry, master. I will have someone bury them properly later."

The rich are drunk and feasting, and there are frozen bones on the road.

Yanling is the capital of Daqi. It is prosperous, lively, and revelry every night. The rich eat only the tenderest belly of a fish and only take a piece of a chicken. At the same time, I don't know how many poor families died hugging each other.

Shen Minghuan looked at the beggars, his expression was hard to tell. Their death was due to the way of heaven, but they died so quietly because of the way of the world.

And he was going to die, too, after he completed his mission.

To be precise, it was not him who died, but "Shen Minghuan".

To be more precise, "Shen Minghuan" had long been unknown to the public.

"Shen An." Shen Minghuan tilted his head and turned back into the noble and arrogant young man. He pointed at them with his folding fan, "Will you be so indifferent when I die?"

"Bah, bah, bah, master, you won't die." Shen An retorted, and then silently recited "Children's words are innocent, gods don't blame you" three times in his heart.

I don't know if the gods will blame me, but if Shen Minghuan knew that Shen An compared him to a child, he would definitely be angry.

Shen Minghuan snorted, turned around and got on the carriage, "Remember to bury them properly."

[Xiao Jiu, I plan to do the mission. ]

System: [Oh ok...wait! Didn't you want to do the mission before? ]

Shen Minghuan didn't feel guilty at all, he was very proud: [Don't be so irritable, Xiaojiu, I have a perfect plan, do you want to listen? ]

[Yes! ]The system's attention shifted very quickly, it was curiously waiting for Shen Minghuan's next words.

Shen Minghuan slowly adjusted his sleeves, smiled at the system's expectant eyes, [I won't tell you. ]

System: [……]

Shen Minghuan laughed heartily in his heart, and the system in the consciousness space heard it clearly.

System: [……]

"Master, are we going home now?" Shen An asked.

"No, we're going to the Rui Wang Mansion."

The system didn't remember, and couldn't help asking: [What are we going to the Rui Wang Mansion for? ]

Shen Minghuan said seriously: [It's time for lunch, I have to find someone to eat with. ]

So you didn't stay in the Lingwang Mansion because the food there wasn't good enough?

I believed your lies! The Shen family didn't owe you food and clothing.

[Host, I have a question.] The system took a deep breath and tried to ignore Shen Minghuan's nonsense. [What if the prince wrote another account book?]

After all, all these contents were in his mind.

[Then write it. His hands are on his body. What can I do? I can't cut him off.] Shen Minghuan said bloody words without blinking his eyes. Seeing that the system was really scared, he laughed viciously.

[It's normal to write. I even suspect that he has more than one account book, but Luo Xiuyuan is a smart man.] Shen Minghuan laughed and explained seriously, [If it was you, secretly investigating someone, and this person found out that you were investigating him, would you continue?]

[No, there should be no evidence if you continue to investigate, and it is easy to be induced by the other party to counterattack.]

[Isn't that it? ] Shen Minghuan coaxed him: [Now in his eyes, the Second Prince and I are in the same group.]

[…Host.] The angry system just now suddenly calmed down. It felt a little guilty and was about to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by Shen Minghuan's folding fan.

[Ah, we have arrived at the Rui Palace, it's time to eat.] Shen Minghuan looked very serious, but there was an unstoppable smile in his eyes.

Even the inhuman system Xiaojiu behaved like this, and he was looking forward to the implementation of his plan more and more. When those people knew the truth, they must be heartbroken and regretful, right? It was interesting to think about it.

How could he disappear like "Shen Minghuan" in the plot, and even his death was unknown?

Shen Minghuan should be brilliant and always the center of everyone's attention. If he died, there should be millions of people singing and crying to see him off.

The king of the Galaxy God Clan was born brilliant, and he must die "magnificently".