kill that paranoid emperor

Su Rong dismissed a few dumb maids and walked around the room twice by herself.

I heard that Fang Xuelan was a sick child who didn't go out all day. Su Rong had a deep understanding at this time. After walking a few more steps, he unconsciously coughed, his hands and feet were weak. If you have any clues, you should faint yourself first.

Su Rong held onto the bookshelf, frowned for a while, clasped his slightly pale fingers on the edge of the bookshelf, his joints were faintly reddish, he glanced at it, then suddenly lifted up his thin sleeves, and looked at his arm.

The skin is fair and seldom goes out, and the tentacles are cool and delicate. After thinking for a while, Su Rong felt that this body seemed to be a bit cold.

But after such a slowdown, Su Rong came back to his senses. He found that he was very hungry, very hungry, and was about to starve to death.

I didn't notice it before, Fang Xuelan must have not eaten for a long time, so that Su Rong didn't even notice it when she just woke up.

Now her stomach is burning hot, Su Rong frowned, and went out helplessly, found those little maids just now, and asked, "Is there any porridge?"

The little maid was stunned: "My lord, are you really thinking about it? Do you want to eat?"

Su Rong felt something was wrong: "...I haven't eaten for a few days?"

The little servant girl thought he was hungry and confused, counted with her fingers, and replied, "Five days! My lord, you have only drank a few sips of water for so many days!"

"..." Su Rong discovered that Fang Xuelan was probably starved to death by himself.

He sat in the house and drank a bowl of hot porridge, and it was always quiet outside. A son who hadn't eaten for five days woke up. In this huge mansion, no one came to visit him except for a few maids around him.

Su Rong casually stirred the porridge in the bowl with a porcelain spoon, and suddenly licked the corners of his lips.

Forget it, when the prime minister was exhausted, he suddenly became another identity, throwing away the heavy court affairs and the shackles of rules, Su Rong felt a little relieved for a while.

What's more, the events of the night when I was murdered are still full of fog. The abnormal Yue Sheng and the poisoned spirits are full of abnormalities and traps everywhere. .

After finishing the porridge, Su Rong pushed the bowl away and went straight to the trunk in the corner, ready to pick out a coat to put on.

As a result, when the box was opened, a large stack of deep red and purple colors rushed into his eyes. Su Rong took a light breath, and managed to find a water-red robe from the bottom, and put it on.

Fang Xuelan's appearance is very good-looking, even Su Rong, who has always been picky, has to agree, she is three points innocent and seven points bright, if it is not because of a long illness that she looks weak and pale, she is probably a beauty who can attract little girls to throw flowers in the street .

Su Rong took care of himself casually, went out, and walked unhurriedly in the direction of the front hall, ready to see his nominal "father", Fang Yi, Minister of Rites.

According to Su Rong's original impression, Fang Yi is a person who can't make mistakes in his actions. He is stable, timid and fearful. Not to mention disgusting.

Yue Sheng really hated the way old men like Fang Yi did, and would always say that he wanted to beat him down. Su Rong trained him a few times, and Yue Sheng finally got over his impatience.

Thinking of Yue Sheng, Su Rong lowered his eyes and lost his mind for a while.

After all, he was still not sure whether he was harmed by Yue Sheng's design.

Yue Sheng, from the first time Su Rong met him, was good at forbearance and scheming, even people who get along day and night can't see through his thoughts.

And Su Rong remembered that when he first taught Yue Sheng, Yue Sheng seemed to hate him very much.

Although the longer we get along, Yue Sheng's attitude has eased, but maybe he just buried the resentment deep in his heart and only looked for an opportunity to explode.

—For example, that New Year’s Eve three years ago.

There was a human voice in the front hall, Su Rong withdrew his thoughts, looked up, and saw a group of people gathered in front of the hall, who didn't know what they were doing.

When Su Rong walked behind them, someone caught a glimpse of him, seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then called out, "Eldest Young Master, why did you come out?"

Su Rong glanced at him lightly, but said nothing.

At this time, I am not Fang Xuelan herself, so I made many mistakes, so it is better to observe for a while.

However, everyone in the mansion was very surprised to see Fang Xuelan. It can be seen that this sick beauty seldom goes out, and Su Rong relaxed a little. If this is the case, it means that these people may not be familiar with Fang Xuelan.

Through the crowded crowd, Su Rong saw a crimson standing in the innermost, talking with someone and coming out of the front hall, Su Rong patted the shoulder of a servant in front and asked, "Who is that?"

The boy replied without turning his head: "It's the first son of the capital, General Fu Shuigan!"

Su Rong: "..."

He knows Fu Shuigan, he also knows that Fu Shuigan is a great general, but when did this man become the number one son of the capital?

Su Rong thought of Fu Shuigan's flirtatious temperament, and suddenly felt that maybe he had given himself a name, no wonder it was comparable to a third-rate script, so vulgar.

After the young man finished speaking, he remembered to look back to see who was asking him, but when he saw Su Rong's face, he immediately covered his mouth: "Elder... Eldest son?"

Su Rong frowned slightly, he didn't really want others to look like he had seen a ghost every time they saw him.

Just when he was about to say something, the crowd next to him suddenly stepped aside, and a face that was both familiar and annoying approached him, Su Rong immediately took two steps back silently.

As soon as Fu Shuiqian came out of the front hall, he saw the man who had stalked him for many years standing by the side of the road. His skin was whiter than snow and his hair was as black as a cloud. His eyes were looking at him. The little red mole on the end of his left eyelid was flying, which was extremely beautiful. .

Fu Shuiqian: "..."

Su Rong: "..."

Su Rong looked at the red clothes he used to wear, and then looked down at the water-red coat on his body, with a feeling of "I can't really be so shameless".

Fu Shui frowned, Su Rong suspected that his dog could not come up with good things, so he spoke in front of him, calmly: "I didn't come to see you."

Fu Shuiqian glanced at him expressionlessly: "Oh."

After speaking, the man looked ahead and walked away, without any intention of paying attention to Su Rong.

After taking two steps, Fu Shuiqian turned around again, and said coldly to Su Rong: "Fang Xuelan, let me remind you."

Su Rong: "?"

Fu Shuiqian: "Don't wear the same clothes as me, vulgar."

"..." If it was Fang Xuelan, he would have swallowed it, but Su Rong was different. Although he didn't like to argue with others, it didn't mean he would tolerate such insulting words.

So Su Rong smiled lightly and said, "I'm afraid the general himself is vulgar, and those who follow suit will not be elegant."

Fu Shuigan was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

He stared at Fang Xuelan for a few times, and frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

After Fu Shuigan left, Su Rong entered the front hall. Fang Xuelan's father, Minister of Rites, Fang Yi, was sitting in the hall, looking down at the document in his hand.

Fang Yi noticed someone coming in, looked up, and said angrily: "Nie Zi, are you shamelessly blocking the general again?"

Su Rong took the teacup on the table without saying a word, poured himself a cup of tea carelessly, and didn't bother to talk to him at all.

Fang Yi: "The general is here to meet me, it has nothing to do with you! Go back to your room and lie down, don't come out to embarrass yourself!"

Su Rong held onto the celadon cup with one hand, his fingers were long and white, beautiful like jade green onions, he tapped the edge of the teacup lightly, and said lightly, "I'm also here to meet you, it has nothing to do with Fu Shuigan."

Fang Yi: "..."

Why did he suddenly feel that his son seemed to be different?

Although Fang Xuelan was born good-looking, she was a down-to-earth beauty. She couldn't even read the four books and five classics. She was thinking about Fu Shuigan or Fu Shuigan all day long. Progressive son.

Fang Xuelan didn't look very well today, but her eyes were bright, her manner was gentle, and she didn't look like she was about to die when she met Fu Shuigan before. ?”

Su Rong put down his teacup and said, "I want to go to the palace."

Fang Yi: "What are you doing in the palace?"

Su Rong thought for a while, then said absent-mindedly: "It's boring to stay in the mansion, so go out and have a look."

Fang Yi was about to be pissed off by him: "What kind of joke do you want to enter the palace, you can enter if you want? You..."

Su Rong: "Well, I know."

He naturally knew that in Fang Xuelang's capacity, it was really weird to say these words, but because Fang Xuelang was a person who played cards out of common sense, Su Rong didn't need to spend his time making up lies, and no one noticed anyway. Own.

Normally in a high position, he is cautious in his words and deeds every day. Su Rong's every move is a model of not being able to find fault. Now that he has changed his shell, he can't help but feel a little lazy.

"I want to go and have a look." Su Rong looked directly at him, his eyes filled with sincerity, "If I become an official in the court in the future, I should have a goal."

Fang Yi was speechless, he looked at his son silently for a moment, then sighed suddenly: "Tomorrow happens to be a palace banquet, you can go with me."

Su Rong was not surprised when he got the expected answer, nodded, and said very politely: "Then I'll go back first."

Fang Yi's temper is weak and easy to handle, as long as it doesn't touch the bottom line, if he persists, he will definitely give in, not to mention that Fang Xuelan is his only son.

Su Rong reckoned that Fang Yi was also worried about this son. If Fang Xuelan figured it out one day and wanted to make progress, Fang Yi should be the happiest person.

Su Rong said he wanted to go back, but turned around and went straight out of the house.

He just wore Fang Xuelan, and he would be a fool if he just waited for death. Three years is not long but not short. Su Rong felt that he needed to familiarize himself with the current capital.

Su Rong leisurely went to the tea house to sit and drink two cups of tea, then went for a walk in the flower street, and even went to the gathering place of the Qin Building and Chu Pavilion in a leisurely way.

——If Su Rong himself came to such a place, it would probably cause quite a stir.

In the eyes of the world, Su Xiang is noble, gentle, and as bright as the moon, someone who would never have anything to do with this kind of fireworks place, so that when Su Rong brought Yue Sheng here for the first time, that wolf cub stared, Dare to believe and say angrily: "You dare to bring me here?!"

At that time, Su Rong was only young, so he slightly raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "Why can't you come here?"

"You..." Yue Sheng's anger was almost overflowing, he shook off Su Rong's hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Do you want to show your face! Do you still want to stay in the court if it gets out?"

Su Rong said absently, "But, they already know me."

Yue Sheng's eyes widened, coupled with that wild and untamed temperament, like a wolf showing sharp claws, staring at Su Rong viciously: "Everyone knows you? You... How many times have you been here? "

Su Rong frowned: "I don't remember, who deliberately remembers this kind of thing."

Yue Sheng was furious at the same spot. At that time, the little prince was a young boy who hadn't learned how to hide his emotions, so he said to Su Rong angrily at the door:

"You, you are so shameless! Flirty! Hypocritical! Pretending to be a court official!..."

"Hush," Su Rong raised a jade-white finger, put it to his lips, and said softly, "There are so many people, so be careful."

Yue Sheng silenced, the little wolf cub was not as tall as Su Rong, so he could only raise his head and stare at him angrily, but his eyes couldn't stop falling on Su Rong's fingers, and then floated to his face, and was suddenly burned To the general step back two steps.

Su Rong didn't understand why he reacted so violently, thought for a while, and thoughtfully said: "You don't think that you have to stay overnight when you enter it?"

This is very elegant, and in layman's terms, "you don't think I always go there to sleep with women and men."

Yue Sheng was still young at that time, and he was not valued by the late emperor since he was a child, and he had little experience when no one taught him, so he couldn't help but blushed, and stared at Su Rong: "Isn't it!"

Su Rong: "No, I always go in to drink tea and enjoy music."

Yue Sheng didn't believe him at all.

Su Rong didn't care about his reputation in Yue Sheng's eyes, he looked at the crowded streets, and said calmly: "Don't have any prejudice against any place, every inch of land is your property."

Yue Cheng was stunned, Su Rong's words should not be told to him, they are treasonous words, Yue Sheng is not the prince at this time, and he doesn't know why Su Rong said such words.

Su Rong turned his eyes to look at him, seeing Yue Cheng was surprised and suspicious, and suddenly slightly curled the corner of his lips: "I said yes, that is."

"Although these places are not on the table," Su Rong led his gaze, looking at the drunken guests in the building, with a gentle tone, "but the three religions and nine people gather here, snakes and rats keep coming and going, and the market is full of things." Gathering in one place is not only a good place to listen to the news, but also a good place to borrow a knife to kill people."

Su Rong's words seemed to mean something, Yue Cheng thought for a while, half understood and half understood.

But after half a month, he understood that his brother, the most powerful contender for the crown prince, the third prince was caught hanging out with the young men in the Nanfeng Pavilion, and he even made a lot of nonsense that he would win the crown prince within this year. When the old man dies, he can become the Ninth Five-Year Supreme directly.

The sensitive and suspicious Emperor Xian was furious because of this. After a thorough investigation, he confined the three princes in the mansion. After a few months, they were called dispatchers, but in fact they were exiled to the northwest.

Su Rong's ingenious scheming and foresight, Yue Cheng learned a lot, and even in the next few years, Su Rong began to feel that he couldn't see through this wolf cub that he had been taught since childhood.

Yue Sheng was more ruthless, more tolerant, more ruthless, and more determined than Su Rong. Su Rong suspected that he had unknowingly fallen into his tricks, which led to such an unexpected ending in his previous life.

What a white-eyed wolf, Su Rong thought.

Su Rong went around for a while, listened to the gossip in the market, and roughly picked out some unreliable remarks. Su Rong sorted it out, but gained a lot of interesting things.

For example, Yue Sheng ordered that all shops in the capital with the word "Rong" and its homonym be renamed, and children of the Great Yin Dynasty were not allowed to be named after this word.

For another example, Yuesheng has become more moody in the past three years, and now becoming an official in the court has become a job that can be eaten by tigers.

I heard that every official has a coffin in their home, waiting for the day when they face upright and return home sideways, they can lie down in the coffin and sleep peacefully. As a result, coffin shops in the capital prospered, and coffin craftsmen became the capital of the capital. Top-notch Fuja.

For another example, since Yue Sheng came to power, the harem has been vacant, and there is not even a queen in name. Sheng Sheng, the emperor of the Great Yin Dynasty, was a green-faced ghost who ate people without spitting out their bones.

Su Rong sat in a corner of the teahouse, listening to the storyteller with great interest.

According to their description, Yue Sheng is not only a tyrant, he is not even a person. There are private portraits of the emperor, most of which have two heads with black horns, blue veins on the face, and blue fangs.

The storyteller stood on the high platform, spitting and telling about Yue Sheng's vicious state when he killed someone.

Not only that, but also to seek approval from the audience below, he closed the folding fan with a "snap", glanced around the teahouse, and saw a young man sitting by the window at a glance.

The man was dressed in red and had black hair. His side face was as beautiful as the moon in the water. He was gentle and elegant. He was resting his chin and looking out of the window absent-mindedly. The storyteller held up his fan and said directly to Su Rong:

"This young man!"

Su Rong was looking at a few people in the bookstore across the street, but was caught off guard by such a call. He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and said, "Sir, are you calling me?"

Mr. Storyteller: "That's right, that's you. Tell me, what do you think of the story I just told?"

Su Rong: "..."

He wasn't paying attention at all.

It was just talking about how cruel Yue Sheng was, Su Rong thought for a while and said, "It's just superficial."

The storyteller never expected to call out a saboteur: "What do you mean?!"

Su Rong said indifferently: "If Your Majesty is as tyrannical as you said, cruel and fatuous, you shouldn't be standing on the stage at this moment."

Su Rong looked at the bewildered storyteller and smiled lightly: "You should be lying on the guillotine in the execution ground."

The house was silent.

After Su Rong finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, took the broken silver and threw it on the table, and walked out on his own.

As he walked, Su Rong thought about it. Yue Sheng's notoriety was worse than what he had three years ago. It can be seen that he has indeed acted too rashly on weekdays. Fortunately, Yue Sheng was not so violent that he dragged away the people who criticized him on the street. Beheading, maybe you can still be saved.

But according to Su Rong's understanding of him, Yue Sheng might just not care about these gossips at all.

"Please let it go."

A sweaty man in Tsing Yi suddenly squeezed beside him, holding a pile of inkstones carefully in his arms, and was struggling to run to the bookstore ahead.

Su Rong followed his back, and his eyes fell on the horizontal plaque of the bookstore.

The three characters "Yi Shuzhai" are shining brightly. This is a bookstore business that has been passed down for many years in the capital. The shopkeeper of the study is known as "Miao Danqing". out.

Su Rong walked to the door and glanced at him, but he didn't see the person he was looking for.

Just now when he was in the teahouse opposite, he saw a familiar figure passing by the door of the bookstore from a distance. Su Rong didn't remember who that person was, so he simply came over to take a look.

Su Rong lingered at the door for a while, and the sharp-eyed guy in the bookstore saw him.

Su Rong's gestures and gestures are full of gentleness and nobleness brought up by the aristocratic family. The young man instinctively felt that this was a guest that could be wooed, so he rushed out and bent down to ask:

"Young man, what do you want to see?"

Su Rong said, "Just take a look."

The little man led him in. Su Rong had never seen any famous paintings before, and he was not interested in the handwriting on the scrolls in the bookstore at this time. After wandering around twice, he suddenly heard someone's voice coming from the inner room separated by the curtain. Mixed with frightened begging.

Su Rong raised his eyebrows lightly.

The little guy also heard the commotion inside, and with a look of resentment, seeing Su Rong looking at him suspiciously, he lowered his voice and said, "Don't listen, he is a difficult customer, and he came here to embarrass our shopkeeper. .”

Su Rong: "Miao Danqing is a well-known scholar in the capital, how can someone who doesn't know elegance come to embarrass him on purpose?"

The young man's expression became more and more dissatisfied, and he didn't know what to say. Seeing that Su Rong was good-looking and soft-spoken, he complained to him unconsciously:

"You don't know. A strange person came here a year ago. He asked our shopkeeper to make a painting for him by name. The price was as high as ten thousand gold. With such a good deed, how could the shopkeeper not be right? It took two days of hard work to paint. Yue, to that guest, guess what?"

Su Rong imitated his appearance, leaned down slightly, and said softly, "What's the matter?"

The boy slapped his thigh and said angrily: "He ordered someone to burn the painting on the spot! He said that our shopkeeper's painting skills are crude, it is simply unsightly!"

Su Rong expressed his doubts in surprise: "You are so irritable?"

"That's not it," the boy said more and more vigorously, as if he wanted to channel out the anger that had nowhere to vent, "The shopkeeper thought it was his fault, so he promised the customer to draw a new one, and this time it took four full months. .”

Su Rong had already guessed the follow-up: "It won't work again?"

"It's more than impossible!" said the boy, "The man said that if the shopkeeper dares to paint like this again, he will have our shop demolished!"

Su Rong thought about it, and felt that this behavior was quite like a person.

"Our shopkeeper is suffering. This and this, I have painstakingly drawn two pictures. How can there be carelessness?"

The little guy said bitterly: "The shopkeeper said he couldn't take the painting, so he returned the money to the customer, but the other party was still unreasonable, and said bluntly that he didn't want money, he just wanted to paint. No, today is the third painting gone."

Su Rong listened carefully to the movement inside, then shook his head: "It doesn't seem to be going well."

The two were talking, when the curtain was lifted suddenly, and several of them walked out in big strides, followed by a middle-aged man with a frowning face. Su Rong saw that he was holding a picture scroll in his arms, and guessed that it was Miao, the shopkeeper of the bookstore. Danqing.

The few people walking in front were all wearing veiled hats, so they couldn't see their faces clearly. The person in front was tall and tall, with a silent and cold aura around him. Miao Danqing chased after him and said: "My lord, I really can't do anything, please ..."

The man paused without turning his head, and only whispered, "Draw again."

With two short and deep words, Miao Danqing's words came to an abrupt end. Su Rong glanced at the strange guest, but before he had any thoughts, the other party suddenly stopped and looked up in Su Rong's direction.

In an instant, Su Rong felt that two sharp gazes turned into sharp arrows and pierced directly on him. The man stared at Su Rong for a long time, then retracted his gaze, and led him away without saying a word.

This person is really strange.

Su Rong glanced at the back of the man leaving, doubtful about the lingering sense of familiarity, turned his head and saw Miao Danqing standing there holding the scroll, with a look of despair on his face.

Su Rong thought for a while, then stepped forward to him and said, "Can you take a look at this painting, sir?"

He was also very curious about what the world-famous Miao Danqing's "rough painting" portraits looked like. Su Rong claimed to be well-informed, so maybe he could help him see something wrong.

Miao Danqing lost her mind, put the scroll into the boy's hand, let out a long sigh, and went back to the house with her head bowed.

The little guy also sighed, and handed the scroll to Su Rong indignantly: "My lord, take a look, what is wrong with our shopkeeper's painting? It's worth his repeated troubles?"

Su Rong took the scroll, unfolded it casually, and glanced at it casually.

Snow covered the tops of the plum trees, and the trees were covered with silver. A young man in white was sitting under the plum branches. His black hair was partly scattered on his shoulders. His side face was like jade, and his expression was as gentle as spring snow. Endgame musings.

Su Rong: "..."

The person in this painting is none other than Su Rong himself.

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