The plastic family affection of Lao Qin's family

The boundless night quickly obscured the figures of Qin Shu and his party. Staring at the darkness at the end of his sight, Ren Xuan seemed to be thinking about something.

He knew Qin Shu was a master of acting. In front of his uncle, Qin Shu always acted harmless and innocent, as pure as a little white rabbit. But in front of Lu Xiyun, he could easily hide his edge, or be patient, or be tolerant, just right, not a bit more, not a bit less.

Even to the people you care about the most, they are acting. Love can be fake, and hate can also be fake.

Ren Xuan had never seen through the true face of this superior - all he saw was the carefully crafted surface, not the true heart.

The closest he had ever been to Qin Shu was probably when Lu Xiyun died.

That day, perhaps because the snow was too heavy, the emperor went out wearing a white robe.

But it was useless. Qin Shu had killed someone and his body was covered in blood.

In the middle of the night, Qin Shu found him and calmly asked him if he wanted to drink.

It was as calm as the bloodbath at the Qingshi Ferry in broad daylight, which had nothing to do with him.

It was so calm that it seemed as if the stains on the corners of his clothes and splashes on his eyebrows were not bloodstains.

Ren Xuan thought that drinking alcohol should be more effective than killing people.

The drunk emperor hugged him and cried. That was the only time he had ever seen him lose his composure.

That time, Ren Xuan vaguely understood that perhaps Qin Shu did not have a so-called true face, and perhaps those were all Qin Shu.

Love can be real, and hate can be real too.

Back then, he traveled thousands of miles to seek refuge with Qin Shu, who was in trouble. Since then, Qin Shu has always regarded him as a close and loyal minister.

But tonight, after he personally tried to stand on the opposite side of Qin Shu, Ren Xuan came to a new conclusion.

This dog emperor is indeed a little scary.

Ren Xuan spread out the note in his hand. On it was a string of names, familiar and not, waiting in line for him to work overtime.

Qin Shu's intelligence skills are even more outrageous than Lu Xingchuan's.

The unlucky guy who was first on the note was circled with a red pen.

Ren Xuan stuffed the note back into his arms and sighed softly. He understood what Qin Shu meant.

Okay, it’s me again, working overtime alone.

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Ren Xuan visited Wen's house late at night. The person who opened the door was not Wen Congren, but a young man Ren Xuan had never seen before.

Not only has no one in this world seen it, but even people in the previous life had no impression of it.

The young man called Wen Congren Master.

Wow, comparison is the key to success. Wen Congren, the youngest third place winner in the imperial examination in history, was only sixteen years old, but he had already founded his own school.

Ren Xuan was not very afraid of this young genius. Wen Congren was a typical invisible person in the court. He only managed to get a position in the prince's mansion at the last moment of his life.

It's useless. With Qin Shu's temper in the later period, he could kill enough sons to make a mahjong table.

Ren Xuan spoke, too lazy to beat around the bush: "I heard that Lord Wen went to the Lu Mansion during the day?"

Wen Congren nodded, saying without hesitation, "Lord Lu is my teacher in the Enke exam. I was thinking of bothering him again tomorrow, but he had other important matters to attend to."

Lu Jie is the chief examiner of this year's imperial examination. According to the rules, the new scholars have to call him teacher when they see him.

The excuse was beautiful and the logic was solid. Unfortunately, Ren Xuan didn't care about what was considered reasonable. He pulled out a scroll of bamboo slips and said, "Master Wen, please rewrite what you just said."

Wen Congren glanced at it and chuckled, "Anyone who forges this card will suffer consequences. Does your Excellency have the Ministry of Justice's approval?"

Ren Xuan looked back with a burning gaze: "Only fake things will backfire. I don't have the approval document, so you don't have to write it."

Not writing - it means he feels guilty, and he doesn't need too many details.

Wen Congren shook his head and smiled, then calmly picked up his pen and finished it in one go.

The content was exactly as described, and Wen Congren looked normal.

Ren Xuan put away the bamboo slips and bowed, "Sorry for bothering you. It's late and the dew is heavy. My Lord, please go to bed early."

Looking at Ren Xuan's figure walking away, the young man standing behind Wen Congren stepped forward quickly.

With a look of concern, he asked, "Master?"

Wen Congren shook his head, and was actually joking: "Ren Xuan, the emperor's lackey, has become much better in this life."

Wen Congren waved his hands, but his waist was bent convulsively and he choked out a large mouthful of blood.

The young man's face suddenly changed: "Master!!"

The short young man in front of him was trembling slightly, which made Qin Yingtian feel even more unbearable.

After being in a daze for a long time, Qin Yingtian finally spoke: "Master, if you really want to deal with him, please don't hide it from me, you...don't do it alone."

Wen Congren shook his head slowly: "There is no need to deal with Qin Shu. Prince Jin, who was supposed to die on the tenth day of this month, is still alive. This world is no longer the same as the one I know."

"Yingtian, would it be better for you if Qin Shu didn't become emperor?"

Qin Yingtian opened his mouth but could not utter a word. The young man nodded, then shook his head, as if bewildered: "But I won't be able to meet the Master."

The young man shook his head and smiled, feeling relieved. "Master, you said the world has changed. It's not certain whether I will still be around in the future. Master, let's figure out how to get promoted. Don't worry about me. Master, your talent is in governing the country and saving the people, and that's the right path!"

Wen Congren shook his head helplessly and sighed: "You..."

Wen Congren: "You've been here for a few days, are you used to it?"

Qin Yingtian scratched his head, his expression very honest: "Except for father, I'm quite used to it."

Qin Yingtian lowered his eyes slightly, a hint of guilt revealed between his brows: "Master, I have caused you trouble..."

It is said that the power of heaven is hard to predict and the will of God is hard to understand.

The Dagan dynasty had been passed down for fifteen generations. Just when its luck was about to run out and a new dynasty was about to take place, a true dragon emperor was born.

It is not quite appropriate to call him the true dragon emperor. After all, the blood on his father's hands is much more than that of his grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great-grandfather combined.

But it was precisely this blood that dyed half the sky and the Han River red that broke the entrenched and overwhelming power of the aristocratic families. The emperor's sword no longer had to be used, and the bloody heads of everyone, from the prince's uncle to the prime minister, were hung on the city gate tower.

These were all feats his father had accomplished at the tender age of twenty-seven. Qin Shu had recklessly gambled his life, the foundation of his country, and even the very existence of his dynasty, yet in the end, he had won a tidy sum.

Of course, such an emperor could not be expected to be gentle and pacify the distant lands. Decades of repressive power followed, but the chaotic times and the harsh punishments were a perfect match. The world had finally regained some clarity and order.

There were three adult princes living in the court, and with such a father above them, being mediocre was practically a given. Whether they were exceptional or abnormal, each of the three princes had their own strengths. Qin Shu, the father, delighted in raising Gu. The throne was only one; he could either inherit it and everything, or suffer disgrace and join his brothers in the ranks.

The harmony of Tangdi? Not true; brotherly love and respect? You must be kidding!

If the three of us brothers had a common goal, it would be this: wait until I sharpen my sword and prepare my horse, and sooner or later, I will chop down this fake dad!

Well, the father said goodbye to the son and laughed.

As for why no one has taken action yet, we have to ask the royal brothers who are ahead.

It's quite embarrassing to have your head hung on the city gate. Tsk, I better make more preparations...

After waiting for a long time, the tyrant Qin Shu finally reached the age of 50. According to the average life expectancy of a great man, it seemed that the tyrant was about to die of old age.

Qin Shu felt that this was not feasible, so the emperor appointed him as the crown prince with a stroke of his imperial pen.

Qin Shu divided the military power and handed over the political power, and praised Qin Yingtian, the Prince of Jin, who was the least like him among the three princes, to the sky.

His father has given him the opportunity. If he seizes it, the throne will be his, Qin Yingtian. If he fails to seize it, they will have to wait for the next life.

After so many years in the court, although Qin Yingtian has a gentle temperament, he is a bastard for doing nothing when his father has imprisoned his teacher.

Needless to say, the newly appointed crown prince drew his sword and blood splattered all over the Forbidden City.

Qin Yingtian, who rushed into the palace with a sword and shoes, was met with the amusement gaze of his father.

Fuck, I didn’t do it. Qin Yingtian cursed and lost without a trace.

Second brother, third brother, sixth brother, we can play mahjong together...

And then nothing happened. The executioner in front of Xuanwu Gate swung the sword in his hand. Tomorrow on the city gate tower, Qin Yingtian would have plenty of people to kill.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was still the same sky, and the cloud was still the same cloud.

Qin Yingtian subconsciously touched his neck. Hmm, it's still there.

Not dead?

The surroundings are full of familiar yet unfamiliar exquisiteness.

Canglong Street and Guixinyuan, this should be the imperial city.

The street ahead was full of people, and students were gathered outside Guixin Academy. It looked like the results of some imperial examination were about to be announced.

The sound of gongs and drums continued to crackle, and two yellow notices were posted on the wall by the officials.

"The results are out! The results are out!!"

“I passed the exam!! I passed the exam!!!”

"Who is the top scorer this year?"

"The top scorer is Zhang Qijing, the second is Lu Xiyun, and the third is Wen Congren."

Wait, wait, wait—

Zhang Qijing——Qin Yingtian’s brain child.

Old man Zhang is not the top scholar of his grandfather's dynasty! !

The crown prince of the next dynasty took two seconds to digest the facts before him, and then quickly found a new direction to strive for - to kill the crown prince of this dynasty!!!

Yes, his bastard dad.

So the question is, if the sword of the previous dynasty cannot kill the officials of this dynasty, can the prince of the next dynasty still enter the palace of this dynasty?

Only a person with a mental disorder would consider this question, Qin Yingtian complained inwardly.

My IQ, which has been rubbed against me by my dad for over twenty years, has finally found its place. Today, the names of the top two and third place students in the Guixin Academy are being called. Let's hook up with one first!

The old man Zhang Qijing had a friendship with him and could save his life at a critical moment.

Lu Xiyun, well, I've heard a lot about him. But he died too young, so I'm afraid I won't be able to use him.

As for Wen Congren, there's something to be said for him. He was a young prodigy, a sixteen-year-old third place in the imperial examination. Unfortunately, he didn't find favor with the emperor, and he drifted through life and death for years. The emperor changed from his grandfather to his uncle to his father, yet he never entered the imperial court. Finally, he was sent to teach the prince, who would soon become emperor and the scholar to become a tutor. The unfortunate child spent all his money and ruined his life.

Yes, that’s right, Qin Yingtian is Wen Congren’s cheap student.

Qin Yingtian made up his mind, let's become a disciple in advance today! !

Qin Yingtian naturally had never seen what Wen Congren looked like decades ago, but as a young genius, he had to look for someone small, thin and young.

The top scholar parade is coming up soon, how could he possibly make a mistake in choosing one of the three?!

Qin Yingtian squeezed through the crowd with all his might and peeked inside from the gate of Guixin Courtyard. He saw that the courtyard was full of carriages and sedan chairs, but the people moving back and forth looked a bit messy.

The auspicious time has almost passed. Are officials so inefficient? Only the emperor is easy to talk to. If it were his father, Guixinyuan would have cut half of it.

Thinking of Qin Shu, Qin Yingtian felt a chill on his back again.

Seeing that the yard was becoming more and more chaotic and there was no sign of preparation, Qin Yingtian, who was always known for his efficiency, was almost driven to develop obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Qin Yingtian rushed out of the crowd, skillfully used his princely aura to fool the guards, and walked into the yard openly.

Qin Yingtian bowed to the sky and said solemnly to the officials who came to meet him, "I have come here by order of the Emperor to inspect. The auspicious time has passed, why haven't you formed a team yet?"

The welcoming official complained bitterly, "Sir, there's nothing I can do, but Prince Lu refuses to mount his horse. He says he can't ride a horse and won't parade through the streets."

What kind of excuse is that? Qin Yingtian frowned: "Can't you ride a horse or sedan chair?"

The official's voice was even thinner, like a mosquito buzzing in my ear: "The sedan chair makes me dizzy."

"He's rebelling!" Qin Yingtian was furious at the thought of the Crown Prince's demeanor. "He's acting like this before he even became an official. What will happen in the future? Where's he?!"

The official was frightened and quickly turned around and pointed at the pavilion in the West Garden.