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"You mean..." Wen Yao widened his eyes and looked at Wen Shu in disbelief.

"Liu Cong has the intention to seize the throne." Wen Shu said expressionlessly.

"But how would he dare?" Wen Yao jumped up in shock, unable to believe his ears.

"Calculating the time, I estimate that the news has reached Luoyang!" Wen Shu said as she pinched the tip of the brush and tried to straighten out the strokes with her fingernails.

"What news are you talking about? Is it news about Liu Yuan, or..." Wen Yao asked anxiously.

"Of course it's the news that Liu Cong has become king." Wen Shu replied, her tone so calm that it was frightening.

The brush was smooth and Wenshu was in a good mood. She held the brush with her fingers and circled it in her hand.

The brush, which couldn't be more ordinary, seemed to come alive, moving up and down around Wen Shu's fingertips.

Hearing Wen Shu's words, Wen Yao immediately shook his head and denied it, "That's impossible. Absolutely impossible!"

Wen Yao still couldn't believe it. "Will Liu Yuan's capable generals be willing? He has quite a few powerful generals under his command!"

This is true.

However, as Han people, especially those from educated families, they were influenced by Confucianism since childhood, emphasizing the importance of respect for elders and ethics. Naturally, they found it difficult to accept and understand such a usurpation of the throne.

After all, it's not easy to bear the bad reputation.

Although the Great Jin Dynasty had long thrown courtesy, righteousness, integrity, shame, loyalty, trustworthiness, justice and sincerity into the Luo River.

Even the superficial things that were left were thrown on the ground and trampled and destroyed by the children of the Sima family.

However, in this land, Confucian culture has deeply influenced the Han people, and this idea has long been ingrained in their bones.

Even if things don’t go well on the surface, they will always find an excuse to cover it up. Just like the death of Emperor Hui, some people can always find a suitable reason to explain everything.

When Liu Cong's father had just passed away, he couldn't wait to attack his brother and seize the throne, which was considered an act of filial piety.

When Wen Shu heard the words "Liu Yuan's former fierce general," she suddenly remembered something and reminded him, "Brother, don't forget, Liu Cong is not someone you can easily mess with! He has captured cities and plundered countless enemies, charging into battle with unparalleled bravery."

"If the future is really as Peng Peng said, then we must prepare in advance."

"So, what do you think we should do...?"

'How'

When this question was thrown to her, she really had no idea what to do. After all, she had the advantage of reading some history books and had some understanding of this period of history.

Proficiency doesn't count.

What's more, the ink in her belly——

Although I have the knowledge reserves from nine years of compulsory education and modern education, it is not enough here.

After all, the writing and knowledge system here are very different from those in modern society, and she needs to spend a lot of time learning and adapting.

Although she doesn't have any advantages, she doesn't pretend.

She is well aware of her own limitations and will not try to be clever by solving problems that are beyond her ability.

"As a woman, even going out is a problem for me. This question is too profound and beyond the scope...?"

Wen Shu flipped her palm, and the brush that was dancing on her fingertips just now was held in her palm the next moment.

He shrugged helplessly, indicating that he was powerless.

But now she has no money and no connections, and she is powerless.

She understood that facing such a difficult problem, relying on herself alone was far from enough.

Maybe she needs to find more resources and help, or wait until the time is right before trying to solve the problem.

Now she should keep a low profile and stay low-key.

However, important points are still necessary.

"Brother, do you know what Liu Cong's personality is like...?"

Wen Yao shook his head: "This kind of hero is more than just someone I can spy on."

"Liu Cong is a man who is good at both literature and martial arts, and can write poems and kill enemies." Peng Peng added.

Wen Yao nodded without comment, but he was a little confused.

Peng Peng continued, "But this man is not what he seems on the surface. When he didn't have power and couldn't completely control his own destiny, he restrained himself.

Once Liu Yuan, who was above him and could suppress him, left, he was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, a mad horse...

In his eyes, human life is nothing more than an ant, and he can kill or take it away at will, and he is licentious and lawless..."

Wen Yao heard the deep meaning in her words and couldn't help but frown.

Hearing the strings and knowing the music

Wen Yao pondered for a moment and nodded.

Thinking about how Liu Cong was sent by Liu Yuan to attack Luoyang many times but failed to win for a long time, if it was really as Peng Peng said, how would the people left in Luoyang survive after the city was broken?

Fortunately-

There is the King of Donghai in Luoyang City, and there are 100,000 soldiers stationed there. Even if Liu Cong wants to break in, it will not be easy.

"Luoyang City has a Grand Tutor. Liu Cong is not Liu Yuan. What his father couldn't accomplish, replacing the Jin Dynasty, is even more difficult for Liu Cong..."

"But, brother, you forgot, did you see it before..."

Wen Yao still had some hope about Luoyang. After all, it was where he grew up, so how could he trust it?

Wen Yao broke out in a cold sweat when he thought about the news he had heard from Luoyang.

"Has Luoyang set off?"

Wen Yao's face turned pale and he nodded heavily to indicate that it was true.

"Can the remaining noble families and capable ministers in Luoyang be taken away by the King of Donghuan?"

Wen Yao: Nodding again...

snort!

"Brother, we can't interpret the Xiongnu's thinking based on our Han thinking. If we send troops at this time, they might be waiting for us!"

"What's more, the current emperor is under the control of the King of the East Sea. Do you think that the King of the East Sea will remain indifferent if he takes such a step at this moment and cuts off the source of his support?

Will you just sit there and wait for death?"

"you……"

——Squeak——

The next words were left unsaid, as my head suddenly felt like it was being pierced by needles.

In just a moment, everything returned to normal.

Wen Shu rubbed her temples to suppress the discomfort she had just felt.

But when she was about to continue speaking, although her head didn't hurt as much as before, she felt sleepy and groggy.

My eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds.

Wen Shuxin was horrified——

This has never happened before. After coming here, I can eat and sleep well, and everything I eat tastes delicious.

Could it be that she said too much, revealed too much, and that it restricted her?

"Pengpeng, what's wrong with you..."

Wen Yao was uneasy.

Wenshu's cry of pain brought him back to his senses, and he saw that she looked listless.

He immediately stepped forward to support her, and helped her to lean back on the recliner next to the book master's table.

"What's wrong with you..."

On the way back from Luoyang, I didn't even catch a cold. I was analyzing the world situation carefully just now. How could it suddenly become like this?

"I'm fine, I just thought too much every day."

Wen Yao soothed her, "Baoju, Baoju..."

"Eldest Son"

Baoju was not far from the small kitchen. She watched the cook preparing food for the eldest master. Hearing the noise and the eldest master's anxious voice, she hurried in.

Before entering the house, I saw the girl leaning on the couch where she usually rested when she was tired of reading.

No need to ask any more questions, I quickly stepped forward and asked, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

While asking, he put his hand on Wenshu's forehead.

There was nothing wrong with my forehead temperature, but I felt even more panicked.