[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

Bo Yicheng hasn't slept well in the past few days, his mind is full of the man's smile and the phrase "His Royal Highness".

He basically does not go out of the palace, and he is brought by Si Jialan when he goes out of the palace. As a guest at home, no one has ever seen him through. He did not expect to be exposed by a fairy today. He had to think deeply, and then asked someone to investigate that person details.

It's just that Jiang Wuyuan has always been meticulous in his work, no matter how much Bo Yicheng investigates, he will never find anything about the former Jiang family.

Could it be that, as Spy Cha said, this man came to the capital because of the decline of his family for generations?

Five days soon came to an end, and Jiang Wuchen got his wish and waited for the gloomy looking Bo Yicheng in his Jinghong Pavilion.

Bo Yicheng actually secretly brought out the memorial and put it on the table, which was exactly Lin Fucheng's article on Hongshui.

"How on earth do you know this?" Bo Yicheng stared at him closely, "and my identity."

Jiang Wuyuan made tea for him again as if nothing had happened, and poured a cup for both of them.Bo Yicheng still didn't drink, Jiang Wuyuan chuckled lightly, and began to talk about the past that had already been made up.

In the previous dynasty, there were people who could use illusion to control living beings, and some even could call wind and rain to communicate with gods. Although Jiang Wuyuan's life was a bit unusual, it was still acceptable.

While speaking, Jiang Wuyuan dipped his finger into the tea in the cup, and drew a symbol in the air. The next second, the rays of light from all directions converged here in a linear shape, and a roulette appeared at the place where his fingertips touched. The light in the center is strange, and one can see that there are countless extremely complicated symbols in it. The symbols change in it, and finally the rest disappear, and three incomprehensible symbols emerge.

Jiang Wuyuan waved his sleeves, and the roulette turned into tea and hit the table.

"The treasury appropriation will not all fall into the hands of the victims in the disaster area." He said: "The person who corrupted is the Secretary of the Household Department, Li En."

It was impossible for Bo Yicheng to blurt out those words. He knew that Master Li Enli had been with his father since he was the prince, and he had been doing his best to fulfill his duty, so there was no possibility of corruption.

"Of course he can't find out. His Royal Highness, you might as well check out his cousin Sun Zhen."

Bo Yicheng frowned and took a sip of tea, he didn't know what he was thinking, his face was complicated.

"Is this what you predicted too?"

"No, it's speculation."

"If this is true, I will satisfy your request." Bo Yicheng stroked the teacup with his fingers, "If this is true, you have saved the people of Lin Fucheng."

Sure enough, before Su Yangqing came, Bo Yicheng was quite like an emperor. The characteristic of the royal family is that they never trust anyone.

Jiang Wuyuan's smile remained on all the time, as if he didn't move in all directions when encountering anything, and his temperament was really like what the spy said he was from everyone.

"Telling you these things is not in line with Huazhoudu's rules," Jiang Wuyuan said, "Since Huazhoudu is a land of love and moon, we should talk about it. It is normal for His Royal Highness to taboo or not believe in so many important national events. "He looked into Bo Yicheng's eyes, and the latter could sense the unwillingness bursting out of it, "but even an actor has a heart for the country."

Seeing that look, Bo Yicheng was shocked, and felt that Si Jialan had finally done something right this time.He clasped his hands at Jiang Wuyuan: "If what Mr. said is true, I would like to worship Mr. as your honored guest."

Heroes don't ask where they come from.

The titles of both parties have changed, and Jiang Wuyuan couldn't imagine that he would turn against all the sincere ministers because of a woman in the future.

One month later, Bo Yicheng came to Jinghong with the invitation and the ransom.

"gentlemen."

Attitude has changed from skepticism to respect.

Jiang Wuyuan hadn't seen anyone else in this month, the Oiran brand was kept, and all the people who came here for the name returned disappointed.

But Huazhoudu is not short of such a small amount of money, Jiang Wuyuan can also speak here.

He took Bo Yicheng's post, put it away, and followed him back to the East Palace without taking anything with him.

Everyone only knew that a guest was invited to the prince's mansion, named Jiang Wuyuan, who was the only bloodline of the Yuling family in the previous dynasty, and his ability to communicate with the gods was unpredictable.

Everyone only knew that Mr. Jinghong from Huazhoudu went to the place of Prince Chen's son, and everyone knew about the temperament of Prince Chen's love of beauties.

No one doubts that the two are connected in any way.

Those so-called supernatural powers are nothing more than tricks. Jiang Wuchen has tens of thousands of souls in his hands, and it is easy to conjure up something. It was the same back then. He only knew about the plots when he knew about the major events in the country.

So he can sit in his seat, strategize and have a clear understanding of the world's affairs.

Bo Yicheng was a retainer, and word spread to the emperor's ears early on, and the emperor called the prince to talk overnight, saying that he should not believe the rumors of charlatans.And this scene was already guessed by Jiang Wuyuan, and he told Bo Yicheng in advance.

But in these few days, Jiang Wuyuan didn't say much, but every word he said was the most important thing. Earlier, there were some doormen who were dissatisfied with him because of his appearance, but they were all covered by the facts. Bo Yicheng He trusted him more and more, and even openly protected him in front of the emperor, causing the emperor to blow his beard and stare, and almost ordered the killing of the demon who deceived the public.

"Father is really confused. There are many corrupt officials in the court, but he doesn't clean them up one by one. Instead, he wants to keep this prince away from good officials." Bo Yicheng smashed the teacup on the table, and the tea almost spilled out, "Father Listen to Xiangguo's nonsense, I went to investigate that Xiangguo, just as you said."

Jiang Wuyuan was looking at the border defense layout in the sand table. Recently, a small neighboring country invaded. The emperor gave this job to Bo Yicheng. Although Bo Yicheng had some suggestions, he was too young and inexperienced. When he said this to Jiang Wuyuan, When things were going on, the latter naturally took over the matter, and then Bo Yicheng discovered that Jiang Wuyuan could not only predict the future situation, but also had a delicate and amazing talent.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, His Royal Highness would not have thought that the gentleman who is as elegant as a lotus was actually the head of a brothel in the past.

"What does the prince want?"

Bo Yicheng got up and went to him: "Sir, this court should be changed."

The ambition is exposed.

Jiang Wuyuan laughed, he had waited for a long time just for this sentence: "As expected, I read correctly, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

To help people to the end—in fact, the main reason was that someone would find out about Bo Yicheng and implicate him. Jiang Wuyuan went to the Xiangguo Mansion at night and gave him a violent wraith.

After that, listening to Bo Yicheng say that Xiangguo abused his power, the weather is uncertain, and everyone in the court is in danger, but the emperor still listens to Xiangguo's words like lard, and pursues the way of immortality, doing nothing all day long.

Then the frontier generals that Jiang Wuyuan arranged before were useful at this moment.An army of one hundred thousand came from the border and killed all the way to the interior of the capital, where the blood donation paved the ground and dead bodies were strewn all over the imperial city.

Bo Yicheng took the lead, named, Qingjun side.

Jiang Wuyuan sat in the room of the East Palace, listening to the general report that Xiangguo was killed by the prince, and the emperor voluntarily abdicated to let the virtuous.

He looked out at the sky.

The sun is just right.

The timing is perfect.

Su Yangqing, whom he had been waiting for for a long time, was reborn today.