Zhan Yi's knife almost killed King Qing, but because his heart was on the right side of normal people, he escaped the fate of death on the spot. Under the careful care of the imperial physician, although his life was temporarily saved, he was still in a drowsy state.

During the period when King Qing was unable to come to the court, the upper and lower sides of the court were shaking. The defense of the imperial city was several times stronger than before.

As the suspect behind the assassination, General Duo Hui was under secret surveillance, but he did not dare to arrest anyone blatantly. This matter is of great importance, and it affects the whole body. If there is no sufficient evidence and the support of several important officials in the court, no one has the courage to be the master.

Although the palace tried to keep it secret, it was impossible to hide such a big event as King Qing was stabbed. Soon the entire Dipo people knew, and many scholars were all shocked. In the heavily guarded palace, someone could easily assassinate King Qing? According to rumors, the assassin is the guard in the palace, but people are more willing to believe that the assassin is just a pawn, and there must be a big man with a high status behind him.

"Mrs Mi Yu, I haven't seen you for a few months, is everything okay?" In Fengxiang Garden, a tall man stood in the courtyard and saluted at the door of a bedroom.

There was no response in the room for a long time.

The man said again: "Madam will summon Zai with a token, is it just to let Zai face the door?"

"Don't be surprised, sir, please go in and talk in detail." A cold voice finally came from the room, then the door was opened, and a maid came out to greet him: "General, please."

The man paused and stepped inside.

The interior is quiet and elegant, with a light fragrance. The man found a seat in the small hall and sat down, looking behind the screen.

"The matter of King Qing, Madam must have heard of it." The man said lightly.

"Yes." Mrs. Mi Yu replied, "My son Qi Su is still imprisoned in the palace. The life and death of King Qing is directly related to his safety."

The man smiled, "So, Madam called me here, hoping to keep the young master Qi Su safe?"

"No, my son does not need Your Excellency's guarantee. No matter whether King Qing is dead or alive, no one can hurt him."

"Then... Mrs. thinks?"

"I want you to persuade Duo Hui to support Jun Xiu and help him win the throne."

The man was slightly shocked, and after a while, he said, "This matter is very difficult."

"Now Duo Hui is in a place of suspicion. If he doesn't find a way out for himself, he will be strangled sooner or later.

"Heh." The man touched the jade pendant on his waist and said in a deep voice, "Even so, why does he have to choose Jun Xiu?"

"Why doesn't he choose?" Mrs. Mi Yu's voice was still cold.

The man looked up at the screen, and was silent for a while before saying, "I always thought that Madam had no feelings for Chan Xiujun, but I didn't think Madam would be willing to risk the world for him, and secretly plan such a big plan. Madam has never thought about it. , treason is a big crime, once it fails, it will definitely implicate the nine clans.”

"Those who achieve great things are good at seizing the opportunity and dare to do what others don't do. Isn't that what your men want most? King Qing is seriously injured and unconscious, the domestic army is empty, and no one is in charge of the overall situation, such a good opportunity. , why do you have to look ahead and not dare to take a chance?"

The man was lost in thought.

Mrs. Mi Yu added: "The Qing Kingdom may seem prosperous, but in fact there are hidden dangers. The lack of royal family members and the short lifespan are the biggest hidden dangers. Su Ting has only two young daughters, and no one can inherit the throne. Once he dies , the country will surely fall into chaos, when all the forces will fight, whoever takes the initiative first will be the winner. Do you want to be late to control others, or to be pre-emptive?"

A gleam of light flashed in the man's eyes, and he was shocked by Madam Mi Yu's courage and insight, and when he said a few words, he couldn't help but move.

After a while, the man said: "Okay, Mrs. Mi Yu once saved the next life, and the next agreed."

The man left Fengxiang Garden and strolled around the market for a long time. After confirming that no one was following, he secretly entered another house.

As soon as he entered the inner courtyard, the man saw a ten-year-old boy playing chess with a bearded man.

"Little son." The man bowed to the boy.

The boy raised his head, it was the prodigy Fang Chen, he smiled and said, "Mr. Ping doesn't need to be polite, please take a seat."

The man called "Mr. Ping" sat down and said, "I just came back from Fengxiang Garden..." He briefly recounted the conversation between himself and Mrs. Mi Yu, and then asked, "What is the little master going to do? "

After Fang Chen listened, he first glanced at the bearded man opposite, and then asked, "How confident is Mr. Ping in persuading Duo Hui?"

"Eighty percent." Mr. Ping replied without hesitation, "Actually, Duo Hui and Chan Xiu-jun have a very close relationship in private, and Chan Xiu-jun has long wanted to go against the grain. What he lacks is just the right time."

Fang Chen nodded: "If this is the case, then the matter will be handed over to the gentleman to take full responsibility for it. Any funding is needed, but it doesn't matter."

"Here."

"Sir, please go to the Zhiyuan, where there are the teachers and think tanks of the kid. You can discuss specific matters with them. The kid has little knowledge, so he will not participate in such a big event."

Mr. Ping responded, bowed and walked away.

Waiting for the person to walk away, Wu Yue opened his sharp eyes and asked, "Is this person reliable?"

"It's still reliable." Fang Chen replied with a smile, "Although this person is keen on tricks and greed for money, he is very talented and has a lot of courage. With the support of the Fang family, he quickly gained his current power, so he Knowing the benefits of having a backer and support, as long as our true identities are not revealed, he is our best pawn in Dipper."

Saying that, Fang Chen gently dropped a piece on the chessboard.

Wu Yue twirled the chess pieces and said coldly, "In that case, we will help them, and let our people start to act tomorrow."

"Yes, Lord Father." Fang Chen lowered his eyes and restrained his smile.

Wu Yue looked at Fang Chen's immature face. This child was sent to Qing Guo Fang's family to be raised when he was five years old. In a flash of four or five years, he had grown into such a smart young man unknowingly. .

"Father," Fang Chen said suddenly, "Do you know the current situation of Futu?"

Wu Yue replied, "The palace is heavily guarded, and it is difficult for this king's people to sneak in."

Fang Chen's face was slightly disappointed, he picked up the fan on the side and played with it.

Wu Yue glanced at the folding fan and said again: "Although I can't sneak in, according to the news from the prison, Fu Tu is temporarily safe. Besides..."

"And what?"

Moreover, with the protection of Xi Su, Fu Tu hardly suffered any physical pain. Wu Yue's eyes were cold. Although he hated that man in his heart, he had to say that he really cared about Fu Tu.

Fang Chen saw his father's cold face and did not speak, he rolled his eyes and stopped asking, just continued to play chess.

The world of adults is sometimes too complicated for him to understand now...

"Go in." Murphy was rudely pushed into the room by a guard.

Murphy stumbled a few steps before falling to the ground, and Xi Su hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him into his arms.

"How are you? They didn't torture you, did they?" Xi Su asked anxiously.

"No, it's just a routine interrogation." Murphy shook his head, pushed Xi Su away, and limped toward the sitting side of the case.

Wu Yue thought that Xi Su could save Mo Fei from the pain of flesh and blood, but in fact, Mo Fei's first suffering of flesh and blood was bestowed by him. The iron locks on her ankles now make her almost unable to walk. As the dressing has not been changed for many days, the injury has become more serious. Although Xi Su has been wrapped in a soft cloth, the weight of the iron lock still brings a heavy burden to the instep.

Xi Su looked distressed. Before he knew his new ideas for Futu, he could try to ignore this feeling, but now, he could no longer be indifferent. He was both remorseful and helpless in his heart, but there was no way, if he didn't use the iron lock, he would definitely not be able to keep him.

Murphy unfastened his shoes and socks and carefully washed the wound with clean water.

"I'll take a look." Xi Su squatted beside him, reached out and lifted one of her feet.

"No need." Murphy quickly retracted his feet and refused indifferently.

Xi Su's eyes darkened. The wound on Futu's ankle was already bruised and purple, and there was pus and blood oozing from the place where it rubbed against the edge of the iron lock. Without the application of medicine, the wound never healed.

Now in the palace, those who have never been tortured can't find a doctor for no reason. If others find the iron lock on Futu's feet, they will definitely be suspicious.

Xi Su frowned, and suddenly glanced at the teapot on the table from the corner of his eye. His eyes lit up, he walked over and overturned the teapot, then raised his left hand and smashed it hard, only to hear a "clang", and the teapot instantly shattered. In one piece, Xi Su's left arm was also bloody.

"What are you doing?" Murphy asked in surprise, quickly covering his feet with the hem of his clothes.

Xi Su didn't answer, just looked at the guard who came in because he heard the movement.

"What happened?" a guard asked when he saw the broken teapot on the table.

"I accidentally smashed a teapot just now, please find an imperial physician to come and take a look at the wound." Xi Su raised his injured left hand.

Several guards looked at each other, one of them said: "I'm really sorry, the villain can't let outsiders come in here."

"Then can I send you a few wound medicines?"

"This...it's no problem." Although these guards did not know that Xi Su was the son of Jun Xiujun, the King Qing held him very seriously. Outsiders may not know, but many guards in the palace were He knew the name of Xi Su.

Not long after, the guards brought some wound medicines to Xi Su, some for external use and some for internal use.

Some guards asked if they could help, but Xi Su politely declined.

After the guards had all retreated, Xi Su brought the wound medicine to Futu's side and said, "I'll apply the medicine for you."

Murphy looked at him, speechless for a while.

Xi Su didn't care what he thought, he just lifted the hem of his clothes and raised one of his feet.

"You... you'd better bandage your own wound first!" Murphy wanted to pull his foot back again, but this time he was unsuccessful, and Xi Su's hand was very tight.

"I'm fine, I'll just wash it with water later." Xi Su said, carefully applying medicine to Mo Fei.

"Hi..." Murphy was stabbed by the medicine.

"Sorry." Xi Su lowered his eyes and said this softly.

Murphy gave him a strange look, wondering if he had heard it wrong. Although this man used to apologize to her from time to time, it always made her feel a little duplicity, but this time it was a little different. He didn't have any expression, but the simple words seemed to express a lot of sincerity.

"Sorry." Xi Su said again.

"You don't have to apologize all the time." Mo Fei said indifferently, "You have different positions, no matter how you treat me."

Murphy didn't really understand that Xi Su's first apology was because his actions had caused him such pain, and the second apology was because he couldn't open the lock even if it hurt him.

Futu, unless you can lock your heart, this iron lock can never be removed.

After the wounds were treated, Xi Su said, "There shouldn't be any more arraignment for us next. There will be turbulent tides going up and down, and it will be very peaceful soon."

Murphy nodded.

"So you walk as little as possible these days and take good care of your injuries. After you go out, I'll think of a way to minimize your pain."

Murphy glanced at him and heard what he meant, but in short, he would not let her go.

Xi Su looked at him fixedly: "Fu Tu, I... hope you stay by my side, forget Wu Yue, forget Suguo, and be my person."

"One minister does not serve two masters. King Rong Zhen has a kindness to Fu Tu, and Fu Tu must not be abandoned."

"What if he died?"

Mo Fei suddenly looked up at Xi Su and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"In the world, there can only be one king in the end. There will be a decisive battle between the state of Suo and the state of Qing. If I defeat him, will Futu stay by my side?"

"Impossible." Mo Fei said cautiously, "Fu Tu chose the real king, he can't possibly lose to you."

"Hmph, who will kill the deer, I still don't know." A fiery light flashed in Xi Su's eyes.

Murphy was stunned, this seemed to be the first time he showed his ambitions in front of her.It turns out that Xi Su, who has always been just a counselor, even has the heart of a tyrant?

But now that the country of Qing is facing a crisis, where does his confidence come from?

Murphy turned to look out the window.

Wu Yue, are you fully prepared...