The king and his political opponents are innocent!

Gu Qinghou's face was pale, but blood flowed from his hands. Everyone said that his temperament was not the same as when he was young. In four words, he was flat and ruthless.

He has a plain and upright face, speaks politely, and treats people with courtesy and respect, but probably a person who holds the guillotine in his hand, after a long time, has also been soaked in the murderous aura of the guillotine.Just one look, one gesture is enough to make people shudder for no reason.

King Rong was guilty at first, when he heard Lu Tong's words, his chest beat violently, as if his ears were going to be deafened, he asked softly, "What did you say?"

Lu Tong glanced at him, and said calmly in front of many servants behind him, "Uncle Gu's mansion please go over there."

He just met Mr. Wang today, but for a few hours... What did Gu Qinghou ask him for for no reason?

... His throat was dry, and he couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

He glanced at Uncle Yu standing behind him.

Uncle Yu bowed his head and lowered his eyes, but there was no trace of superfluous expression.

King Rong looked at the floor tiles in front of him, his eyes slightly opened, but his eyes were scattered.

He is now "free."

Can't shirk it?If things went as he expected, wouldn't it be even more suspicious.

Will not……

He remembered the man who came to see him the day before yesterday and sat by his bed...

But in an instant, he remembered that before King Huai was shot, that man also rewarded him and treated him leniently...

The black eyes in his eyes slipped to the left and then to the right, and fine sweat broke out between the ink-like black hair.

Clenching his palms slightly, he spoke, his tight voice trembling imperceptibly, "It's just right, go to the uncle's mansion."

He turned around slowly, steadying his weak footsteps, with a panicked and messed up heart. .

Uncle's House.

It was just getting dark, and the lights in the mansion were lit early, and the lights of various colors flickered safely.King Rong didn't care to appreciate it, because at this moment, his heart was bouncing around like a cricket incarnate, which made him mentally unstable.

As he stepped into Gu Qinghou's courtyard, there happened to be a person walking out from the main door. That person's name was Li Zhong, and he was Gu Qinghou's intelligence leader.

King Rong didn't know it, but he wanted to grab him and shake him wildly. What is Gu Qinghou doing in the room at this moment, what did he say, did he smile, what is his mood...

King Rong took a deep breath and walked into the main house.

The room was full of lights, Gu Qinghou did not take a seat, but sat in front of the round table, on which there were several snacks and cakes, all of which were small plates, delicate and exquisite, full of beautiful things in eyes.Gu Qinghou supported the table with one hand, leaning against his body, looking at them.

Xu Shiren was under the lamp, his eyes seemed to shine brightly, making people feel that he was distracted.

As soon as King Rong entered the door, he restrained his expression, pointed to the seat in front of him, and said, "My lord, please sit down."

King Rong mobilized the stiff muscles on his face and forced out a smile. He sat down, lowered his eyes, and tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, "I don't know why Uncle Guo is inviting you."

Gu Qinghou smiled, and stood up straight as if stretching his sore muscles, "But please tell me a few gossips, my lord."

Between the two of them, is it possible to gossip?

King Rong rolled his black eyes under his drooping eyelids, and he clenched his palms tightly, waiting for his next sentence.

Gu Qinghou waited for a while, and had no choice but to answer by himself: "Wang Ye will be back in Beijing for a few days, can you go out for a stroll?"

King Rong thought about this sentence over and over in his mind, but he couldn't figure out what to say next, so he replied anxiously: "I just came back, I rarely go out."

Gu Qinghou asked calmly: "Did you see your old friend?"

King Rong's heart groaned, as if sinking to the bottom of the black sea, he thought to himself: It's over, it's over, he knows?

His voice was about to tremble, and he said bravely, "I haven't seen much."

Gu Qinghou said: "Oh..."

This word messed up King Rong's heart.

Gu Qinghou even poured him a cup of hot tea.

King Rong took the teacup and drank it honestly.

He walked on a tightrope, afraid that any sentence would provoke him to calmly turn the table and change his face.

At this time, the maid brought two small porcelain bowls without anyone's order.

Gu Qinghou looked down at the small bowl, and the moment he lowered his head seemed to be a little gentle, but King Rong's hands trembled and he couldn't appreciate it at all.

He pushed the bowl to King Rong, "Try it, it's not bad."

King Rong picked up a spoon and took a bite, only to realize that it was sweet bean curd in his mouth. It was newly made, and it was too hot to hold the bowl.

Gu Qinghou of the Rong Dynasty smiled, bowed his head and ate.

Gu Qinghou was quiet for a while.

King Rong raised his head, Gu Qinghou was looking at him, his eyes met, Gu Qinghou looked away, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked while pouring, "Have you... been to You Cao Zhai?"

King Rong was stunned, and said, "I've never been there before, what kind of place is that?"

His expression is frank and straightforward.Gu Qinghou glanced at him, lowered his eyes and said, "It's just a painting workshop, some paintings are acceptable."

King Rong thought about the strangeness of these words, but his unreasonable panic was reduced a lot. "It must be very good to get the uncle's eyes..."

Gu Qinghou just smiled.

The two sat together for less than half an hour, King Rong ate a stomach full of sweet soup and snacks for no reason, but nothing happened, so he was released.

Lu Tong was waiting for him outside, King Rong held his hand in front of everyone, his palm was still cold.

Lutong's hand covered his, and they got into the car together.

Lu Tong asked him how he was doing, King Rong sat in the car for a while, and then stroked his heart and said: "What's going on, I didn't say anything, just asked me to chat a few words."

As soon as he finished speaking, he yelled softly "Hey", covered his mouth, and said to Lu Tong, "My mouth hurts so much, why does it look like it's tied?"

After returning to the mansion, Lu Tong retreated from the crowd, held up the lamp to examine carefully, then raised his body and said: "What's stuck, you've got blisters."

King Rong thought for a while, and then he realized that the bean curd was boiling hot. He was so flustered at that time that he didn't care much, so he burned his mouth.

There was a burning pain on the palate, and a few small round blisters could be touched with the tongue under the gums. King Rong was so uncomfortable that he couldn't close his mouth, so he could only open his mouth to breathe, and said with a wry smile, "I'm the one who panicked."

He asked Lu Tong to quietly find some ointment for him, and sat in front of the lamp with his mouth open like a fool, after a little thought, he felt ashamed and wanted to laugh, but in the end he had no choice but to cover his face with his hands while singing and sighing, "Ah!" sound.

Fortunately, tonight is safe.

He waited at the table for half a day before Lu Tong hurried in with night air.

Lu Tong looked anxious, and threw the ointment on the table first, without thinking about applying the ointment to King Rong, he opened his mouth and asked, "My lord, is it true that Uncle Gu Guo only chats with you about family affairs?"

King Rong paused, "Otherwise?"

Lu Tong was dying of anxiety, "I just went to the street, and an acquaintance asked me secretly, saying that you and King Jing and King Ding scolded the Gu family in the palace today?"

King Rong stood up abruptly, "How did the rumors spread so quickly...we just whispered a few words in the palace passage..." The words stopped here, and a layer of coolness appeared in his whole body.

He tremblingly said: "When the three of us were talking, there was a high wall beside us..."

He sat down slumped, and suddenly thought of a more terrifying and fatal problem, and a chill shot up from the soles of his feet to his skull.

The whispers in the afternoon were known in an instant, and what happened to Mr. Wang earlier...

He hugged his arms tightly, and his heart, which had calmed down a little earlier, once again roared terribly.

In the next few days, King Rong huddled in the mansion in fear, he was not sure what the man was thinking, and he was tormented almost to death every day.

Fortunately, Lord Wang never came again.

During this period, two major events occurred in the DPRK and China.

One is that the Dongying people suddenly invaded our North China port city, because the port city is very close to the capital, and the court and the Chinese government are very vigilant about it. There is no skill in avatar, and even the matter of conceiving the king and grandson is put on hold for the time being.In desperation, he distributed government affairs to several veteran officials in the court as assistants—of course, they were all his own people.

Second, Master Wang Qingshu from the Ministry of Rites has become sociable these past few days, running around every day so he is not very active. One day, he asked to see the little emperor, and suddenly mentioned King Rong, saying: King Rong is in his prime, but he is not even a serious official. None, very bad.

As soon as this remark came out, Jingzhong exploded quietly.

Jing Zhaoyin was nibbling on melon seeds: "It must be ordered by King Rong! The kings and grandsons are finally going to reveal their true colors and make a comeback."

Uncle Gu Ertang smiled coldly: "What's the use of teasing a few words in front of the emperor? Who's hand will we have in the end?"

Gu Xiaoge said bitterly: "My second brother is busy now, when he finds time, he will definitely clean you up."

The above are small words spoken by every household behind closed doors, and no one dares to speak them on the street.King Rong had no way of knowing, but one day, he was drying the sore medicine in his mouth as usual.Jing Wang Ding Wang wandered in,

King Jing: "...Brother Huang, are you waiting to receive the pie from the sky?"

King Rong sighed.

King Ding smiled, "Brother Huang, I heard someone say vaguely yesterday that Uncle Gu is going to make you suffer?"

King Rong was taken aback for a moment: "Where did you say that?"

He shook his intact arms and legs, "I'm afraid they think I'm unlucky, are they crazy?"

King Ding smiled and said: "It's true, King Jing has also heard about it. It is rumored that you have been harassed by Uncle Gu Guo. When you come back, you don't think about eating and drinking, and you hide and don't want to see people."

King Rong understood, he waved his hands and sat down: "...I got blisters on my mouth, the rumors are really mysterious."

King Ding didn't believe it, "Really? You got burned when you came out of Gu's mansion?"

King Rong sighed and said, "The outside is looking forward to a fight between the two families." He looked at Jing Ding and the two, and said earnestly, "The rumors are so, that family must be more careful, we must hold on."

He lowered his voice, "What happened last time was a lesson..."

King Ding and King Jing looked at each other, King Jing, who had always been bold and talkative, kept silent for a rare time, shrank his neck and buried himself in the tea bowl.

Before King Rong finished speaking, he blinked and noticed something strange, and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

King Ding sat beside him, put the tea bowl on the table, thought for a while, then moved the tea bowl behind him, took a look, there was an inkstone on the table, and threw it aside.

He held King Rong's hand, speaking more earnestly than him: "Brother Huang, have you gone out these two days?"

King Rong pointed to his mouth, "Don't think about tea and rice, don't step forward to the door."

Jing Wang behind him whispered: "That's good."

King Rong turned to look at him.

King Ding cleared his throat, "That's right, that Lord Wang mentioned Brother Huang in front of the emperor's nephew."

King Rong suddenly felt bad, "He asked me what to do!"

King Ding bit his head, "I asked for the post of chief examiner in Chunwei next year for you."

King Rong: "!!!"

He choked, "He dares to ask for it!"

He said backwards in a repeated voice: "Lu Tong, pack up your clothes, and bring all the life-saving guys..."

The second king Dingjing hurriedly pulled him back, "Brother, don't worry, don't worry."

King Rong took a deep breath, "You don't need to say, I can guess that there must be rumors outside that I ordered the courtiers to take power."

King Ding hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Brother Huang, Mr. Wang said that he has many pulses in parallel, and he is going up and down..."

King Rong sneered, "Have you taken care of the Gu family?"

King Ding said: "Uncle Gu Guo has been busy with the pirates in Japan recently..."

King Rong said: "Then why don't you go through his hands?"

He stood up and circled around a few people, his already suffering body and mind were shaking.He stared at the blue brick floor, "Let's be honest, there may be a turning point, and now that he is making trouble rashly, I am afraid that he wants to save the lives of Tian's family, so he dare not stay."

He said, "When did Master Wang bring it up?"

Second King Dingjing: "... last night."

He said sadly and angrily: "Okay, then it's not too late for me to make a coffin."

King Ding and King Jing were so frightened that they fell silent, and King Rong also stopped talking, looking up worried.Needle drop could be heard inside the house.

He waved his hand weakly, "Okay, let's go."

This Lord Wang, who doesn't care about life and death, doesn't care about the situation. If he doesn't kill him, he won't give up. If they haven't known each other for a long time, King Rong can't help but suspect that he was sent by the Gu family to deliberately design him...

At noon, Uncle Guo's Mansion.

The rice was placed on the table, it was already completely cold, Gu Qinghou buried his head in the copybook, he didn't even bother to take a look at it.

As soon as the little eunuch who moved government affairs papers and the quick-reporting soldiers of the Hong Kong border guard stepped out of his courtyard, Li Zhong, who was in charge of reporting on various routes, followed behind.

Incense sticks were burning on the piles of copybooks, and light smoke curled up.

Rarely, Gu Qinghou raised his head from the folder, frowned slightly, and said: "Foaming on the mouth?"

He put down the cinnabar pen, and his fingers were marked by the pressure from holding the pen all night.

He bowed his head in a daze, as if he had encountered some important state affairs.He said softly, "I'll go see him."