Violent General Sheng Shichong

The current emperor has more than a dozen princes, and four of them have moved out of the palace as adults.

They are the first prince Shen Yulin who lives in Sujing Palace, the second prince Shen Weiqing who lives in Jingming Palace, the third prince Shen Mojun who lives in Shi'an Palace, and the fifth prince Shen Xuanze who lives in Ningdan Palace.

The fourth prince passed away early, and the present crown prince was probably chosen from among these four.

In the stillness of the night, a black shadow skipped over the wall of Prince Shi'an's mansion, like a ray of breeze, the patrolling guards didn't notice it.

The lights in the palace had already been turned off, and only the study room was still dimly lit. Shen Mojun stood in front of the desk, holding a collection of poems in one hand, and read them carefully by the light.

Even the guards at the gate were sent away by him.

Without the brocade clothes and the solemn and solemn "shell" he used to be, now he looks no longer so lofty, but a little more friendly.

Xu Shi was tired, and his expression was a little lazy and relaxed. After a while, he put down his poetry collection and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.

A black figure stood silently behind him.

Shen Mojun paused, slowly opened his eyes, and said lightly, "How long have you been in?"

"As long as you put down the book, I've been in."

Shen Mojun turned around helplessly, this is the person he was waiting for tonight, Feng Li.

He was wearing night clothes, took off the black cloth that covered his face, and sat on the desk lightly, with his legs crossed and swinging, his arms propped on the desk, and he looked at Shen Mojun with a carefree expression.

Shen Mojun's eyes were attracted by his strong and narrow waist tied in black clothes. No wonder there were rumors that the number one assassin, Feng Li, was a woman.

Withdrawing his gaze, he took two steps forward. Under Feng Li's gaze, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, Shen Mojun stretched out his hand to the desk, and pulled out the collection of poems that Feng Li sat in a corner.

Feng Li took a glance, "Wu Huaizi? Is that the young poet who has become very famous recently?"

"It's nothing but the world's reputation, but I heard that he is only 14 years old, and his future is limitless." Shen Mojun remembered that when he first met Feng Li, Feng Li was only 14 years old.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Shen Mojun asked, "You didn't come here in the middle of the night to chat with me, did you?"

They didn't agree on the meeting tonight. Feng Li thought that Shen Mojun would wait for him, and Shen Mojun thought that Feng Li would come.

This tacit understanding made the two of them smile knowingly.

"I came here to tell you that my father has already taken refuge with the Second Prince." Feng Li looked at Shen Mojun's expression, "What are your plans?"

Regarding the news, Shen Mojun didn't seem very surprised. He took two steps and looked at Feng Li, "You have your own ideas, don't you?"

Feng Li was taken aback for a moment, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved. Sure enough, in this world, only Shen Mojun understood him...

Just as he was about to say something, he accidentally saw the sachet tied around Shen Mojun's waist, and the sachet was embroidered with mandarin ducks.

Her gaze dimmed, Feng Li looked elsewhere, and said without emotion: "I have ideas, and it's only my own business. The grassroots dare not spoil the prince's plan. What to do, you have to listen to the prince's orders."

Shen Mojun is also used to his inexplicable temper, and he said to himself: "I knew early on that the prime minister would choose the second brother. He has the support of the queen, so he should be chosen, but I don't know how much the second brother spent." Sincerity, that moved the Prime Minister?"

Feng Li snorted coldly, "At the beginning of the year, the emperor ordered people to build the old site of Jincang Kingdom. After the completion of the construction, who will be the emperor there?"

Shen Mojun frowned, did Shen Weiqing want to grant the future Jincang Kingdom to Feng Yuting? !

Is he so confident that he will be the master of the world in the future?

Feng Li knew that he needed some time to think about it now, so he got down from the desk and snatched the poetry collection that was clenched in Shen Mojun's hand, "Lend me to take it back and have a look."

After taking two steps, she turned slightly sideways, "No matter what the lord wants to do, Feng Li will accompany you through thick and thin."

After all, Shen Mojun was the only one left in the study.