Prince Wu's Palace.
The King of Wu had a serious look on his face. He was fiddling with an oversized telescope in the courtyard, constantly adjusting it, twisting it left and right.
Standing beside him were the butler and a pretty maid.
The butler kept talking about something.
The King of Wu suddenly stopped what he was doing, stood up and said, "So Liu Xun is dead."
The butler replied, "Yes, Your Majesty, what should we do with Liu Xun's son now?"
"It's useless now, bury it."
"Oh, that idiot Liu Xun really thought that I admired him and had already told him not to provoke Fang Zhengyi."
"You're just courting death."
King Wu walked back to the hall, wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and said as he walked: "Clean up your tail, don't let anyone catch you."
"Please stop smuggling salt for a while. Don't do anything in the near future."
The housekeeper hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, Taoyuan County wants to buy salt..."
"Sell it to it, and everything is going well with Taoyuan County."
King Wu sat back in his seat, picked up his teacup and took a sip: "Fang Zhengyi is already a problem. I plan to meet him when he returns to the capital."
"Remember to invite him for me then."
"Oh, by the way, let's release the spy from Taoyuan County."
The butler hesitated and asked, "Your Majesty... can we just let the spy go?"
King Wu suddenly looked at the butler with cold eyes and said slowly: "Why, are you going to torture me?"
The housekeeper was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and said nervously, "No... I dare not. Without the prince's order, I dare not torture you."
King Wu nodded slowly: "Since the other party has not found out any information, let him go."
"Fang Zhengyi is a vindictive and protective person."
"He will be my man sooner or later, don't offend him."
As he spoke, King Wu suddenly chuckled: "With Fang Zhengyi not in the capital, the city is really boring."
"I can't wait to meet him."
"Is there anything interesting happening in the city recently?"
The butler answered honestly: "My Lord, no."
The maid beside her suddenly said, "My lord, I have something interesting to say."
"Oh? Tell me about it?" King Wu looked at the maid with curiosity in his eyes, and was obviously very interested.
Then the maid took out a piece of paper from her sleeve as if she was presenting a treasure.
She looked at King Wu expectantly and said happily, "I bought a ticket for the top prize and won the first prize!"
...
...
The curiosity in King Wu's eyes slowly disappeared, and he stared at the maid and said calmly: "Han Yao, how long have you been with me?"
"Five...five years..." The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Han Yao was a little at a loss.
King Wu slowly stood up and walked to the side of the maid, and put a hand on her shoulder, "...Go away."
As soon as he finished speaking, the butler beside him pulled out a dagger from his sleeve at lightning speed!
He chopped off Han Yao's hand holding the top prize ticket at an extremely fast speed.
The severed hand fell off in an instant.
Suddenly a column of blood gushed out from the broken arm.
Han Yao raised his severed arm and stared blankly at the blood splattering, apparently not yet realizing what was happening.
The next second, severe pain spread from the broken arm to the whole body.
The whole person fell to the ground and wailed: "Prince. Ah... Why... It hurts..."
“..It hurts...ah...”
Soon Han Yao's body was covered in blood.
King Wu looked at Han Yao writhing in a pool of blood with an expressionless face.
"Five years. You have been with me for five years."
"You should know that I hate those idiots the most."
"You are following me and doing something stupid like this. Are you insulting me?"
No one responded to the King of Wu.
Han Yao, lying on the ground, had stopped wailing and fell into a coma.
One hand tightly grasped the broken arm, but blood was still gushing out from the broken part.
The King of Wu glanced down and said, "Let's bury them all and clean up this place."
"yes!"
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Inside the Incense Cang Pavilion, Luo Ningxin sat in the room in a daze.
Next to me was Sister Chun, holding a pile of white papers filled with words and muttering to herself.
"Ningxin! You should give those young masters outside a favor and meet them. It's not like you're doing anything."
"If you don't show up, the sign of Cangxiang Pavilion will be smashed!"
"So many beautifully written poems. It turns out you like reading these kinds of things."
Luo Ningxin looked at the pile of poems and curled her lips.
I don’t know why, but after reading the letters written by Fang Zhengyi and then reading these poems, I always feel sour.
I don't know what's going on with the things Fang Zhengyi wrote.
If I don't watch it for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over, and after watching it, I will feel uncomfortable for the whole day.
She is now in a dilemma.
The key point is that Fang Zhengyi is not in the capital now and has not written to her for a long time.
"Sister Chun, I can't stand it anymore. Take these sour poems away! I don't want to read them!"
Sister Chun frowned: "Give me some face, Ningxin, these young masters are here for you!"
"What's going on? Why don't you like poetry all of a sudden?"
Suddenly, Sister Chun seemed to remember something, a smile appeared on her face, and she whispered, "Oh, I see."
"Is it because the poem that Lord Fang wrote for you is so much better than those of these people that you can't read ordinary stuff?"
The corners of Luo Ningxin's eyes twitched twice.
Then he stood up, took out a stack of letter paper from the cabinet in the room and handed it to Sister Chun.
"This is a poem written by Lord Fang, take a look!"
Sister Chun looked at Luo Ningxin with a wicked smile, took the letter and started reading.
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