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Ruan Qingjue asked the little prince to think about his problem, and waved his sleeves to avoid taking away a cloud.But Kong Sang soon followed, staring at him like a stray dog ​​who just ate a piece of meat he gave him.

In fact, Kong Sang's way can be said to be the most stupid way, and it is more effective to rush up and beat him up now.

Kongsang, a child, has never been so attached to him before, and he always has a little disdain for him.He didn't know why this time the child couldn't find a place to cool off for a while.

But he soon had to let go of this personal matter first.

The queen's pigeon fell straight down from the sky, brushing his shoulder and hitting the ground.Ruan Qingjue bent down and took out the letter from its lap, and read it quickly.

The letter clarified one thing in detail.

Prime Minister Zuo's eldest son, Zhang Zicheng, was out with his father, and his father killed a child, who was an orphan that no one wanted.This is not a big deal. The number of homeless and hungry people will not decrease due to prosperity, but will increase due to war.

But the trouble with this matter lies in the benevolent government advocated by the queen.You are the prime minister but go out to kill people, which is not in harmony with etiquette.

Ruan Qingjue held the tissue paper tightly in her palm, looked back at Kong Sang and frowned more and more. "Kong Sang, who is Fuxi?" He walked quickly into the delivery room, and the person who was supposed to be sleeping peacefully in the room had long since disappeared.A jade pendant was thrown on the empty bed.

If it was Fuxi who hid him, then his mind was probably drowned in a well.

But why do you have to take away a powerless person at this time?Or…

Ruan Qingjue set her eyes on the piece of jade, her face was troubled.His hand was hanging in the air and trembling slightly, a stabbing pain came from his head, the jade pendant slipped from his hand and fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Father?" Missing, murder, Kong Sang is not as well-informed as Bai Lin, so he can only look at him with a puzzled expression.

Ruan Qingjue grabbed his clothes and handed him the Yugui that he carried close to him, "Take it, wait here and don't go anywhere."

The red line on Ruan Qingjue's little finger was faintly visible, forcing him to break out in a sweat.Things that could have been carefully thought out were messed up because of this small red thread.

"No, Dad, what happened?" Kong Sang glanced at the letter paper, "Ruan Qingjue!" Ruan Qingjue asked him to tug on his sleeves, relying on a brute force to fail.

Ruan Qingjue took a deep breath and asked helplessly, "Where's Fuxi?"

"Is something wrong?" Fuxi's voice came from outside the house, and he quickly glanced at the bed, his eyes were also shocked, "It's gone?"

Not Fuxi, Kong Sang also knew nothing.Zuo Cheng has such a high position and power that he can't take human life lightly, and his son, as the Minister of Dali Temple, was pushed to the forefront.

One thing that seems to be easily settled is exactly the same as it was back then.

Ruan Qingjue felt dizzy in front of his eyes, leaned against the wall quickly, the brighter the red line of his little finger became, the more confused he became.

He glanced at Kong Sang, curled his lips as if he wanted to say something.But he didn't really say it, but grabbed the sword left by Ruo Shou and slashed at his little finger.