Chapter 690: Write him a

Xue Mu hadn't paid attention to the changes in the capital for a long time. This time setting foot on Jingshi Street gave him a depression.
I was tossed by the Jingtianjiao before, and even the powerful and the nobles were hurt, not to mention the folks, even if they were not full of gazes, they were not much better. Now that the throne is changing again, the city is searching for remnants, and it is even more bleak in this cold winter.
The hustle and bustle when I first came to your place is no longer visible. There are fewer salesmen, many shops are closed, and even the occupancy rate of the restaurant is deserted.
Grandpa Li, who followed the two of them, sighed: "Jing Tianjiao is really a sinner, and I don't know what kind of wind Ji Wuyou's mind was at that time. He even dared to use this kind of idea that hurts us."
"Although his city is deep, his ability to withstand pressure is not good. Under my pressure, he is becoming more and more extreme, and it can be regarded as my pot. If I don't use this method, I will gather the strong to kill him early, maybe the capital can be avoided. This catastrophe."
"If you force it, you will suffer a lot. At least that Xiahou will not do well on this one. It takes more effort to stabilize the imperial power. It's not like it is now logical, and there is almost no one who can suppress her... Now the only one who can suppress her. The person is you. If you don’t treat her as a puppet and let her give her full play, then Xiahou is likely to be the most centralized one of these generations of emperors." Liu Wanxi paused, then smiled: "Now Da Zhou What it will look like is only between your thoughts."
"Me? I just want to wreak havoc on the harem, and I don’t want to think too much about other things." Xue Mu didn’t want to be thinking about business when he was out here, so he changed the subject at will: "You see it’s quite lively over there, and I like it too. that's it."
Liu Wanxi followed his direction and looked over, but saw the sign of Fengbolou dancing in the wind.
Fengbo Tower...In fact, the original Fengbo Tower in the capital was also deserted a lot, but these two days are different, because the new work "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" by Xuesheng Miyoshi and the apprentice Doctor Fairy have been lectured here in the past two days, and the long-term stable fan base is right. There are great expectations for this new work.
Could it be that "Dream of Red Mansions" is so ungrounded, right? Miyoshi Xue Sheng is now a Luding Duke, with power over the world, will he break away from the masses?
Xue Mu also just learned that the little apprentice had already worked out the first two parts of the content he had reserved, so the next outline would have to be written, otherwise the little apprentice would not be able to account for it when he came to the capital to ask for the account.
Liu Wanxi curiously looked at the crowd in the lobby of Fengbo Building: "This is a folk storyteller? It's fun."
"Have you never heard of it?"
"I've heard, let someone enter the palace to talk about it, the atmosphere is not like that."
"Then let's squeeze in and listen. Actually, it's not as crowded as before. It used to have no place to stay, but now it seems that I can get in... It seems that my pen name is getting cold..."
When I was stepping on the threshold, I heard a loud shout from inside: "Dong Zhuo didn't go to the queen mother? Liu Xie is not a woman disguised as a man? This makes no sense. This is written by Miyoshi Xuesheng? It's an impostor..."
Xue Mu's face turned dark, and Liu Wanxi flushed. The two squeezed away from the crowd and picked up the man: "Ji Wuxing, are you looking for death?"
Ji Wuxing's face turned green. He looked at Liu Wanxi in disguise in horror. It took him a long time to wake up: "Mother..."
"Shut up, you idiot!" Liu Wanxi said with no anger: "Can you say anything in the public!"
Xue Mu sneered: "He is not stupid, don't be fooled by his rashness."
Ji Wuxing smiled bitterly: "Why do you come across a book several times?"
Xue Mu looked around, grabbed Ji Wuxing to leave, asked the steward of Fengbo Building for a box, and banged it in.
"King Tang still has resentment in his heart, right?" Xue Mu sneered leaning on the door: "You think Ji Wuyou has stepped down, do you sing?"
Grandpa Li showed a smirk, stretched out his hand to press Ji Wuxing's shoulder, and seated him on the seat.
Ji Wuxing looked at the magic hand on his shoulder, and said after a long while: "Li Yingqing began to suppress this king in the General Administration of Communications, trying to marginalize this king. I heard that Zheng Yichen has entered Beijing, and he is your Lingzhou transportation director."
"so what?"
"You will liquidate me, what happened back then...not only me, but also the second brother and them, even with many honors that you look down on, there will be a big purge soon..." Ji Wuxing sighed: " Should I sit and wait for death?"
Xue Mu squinted his eyes: "So you are dying and spreading rumors, are you still trying to connect with honors? Is this forcing me to kill you?"
Ji Wuxing simply said: "You die sooner or later, but you still can't hide from that knife. Now you Xue Mu is so powerful, I am afraid that even Xiahou can't hide from that death at some point."
"Saving others by self, the stench is stinking." Xue Mu was too lazy to say, and directly said to Li Gonggong: "Abandon his skill, put him and Ji Wuyou together, brothers."
Ji Wuxing's eyes widened. He verbally said that Xue Mu would be liquidated sooner or later, but he never thought that he would be so blatant that he would dared to throw a prince directly into jail without even having a crime. His voice started to tremble: "Even if you Xue Mu run wild, you must have a rule! What about the charges for arresting this king and imprisoning? What about the imperial decree?"
"Imperial decree?" Xue Mu waved his hand: "Come on, let's write him one."
………
Grandpa Li took Ji Wuxing to jail, and Xue Mu and Liu Wanxi sat in the box and continued to hear about books.
Xue Mu listened with gusto like an okay person, distinguishing the difference between the writings of the Three Kingdoms and the original works. However, Liu Wanxi had some thoughts that didn't belong to him. She peeked at Xue Mu for a few times, then stopped talking.
Xue Mu casually said: "Why is that expression? Just say what you want to say."
"Ji Wuxing said just now...it is very important."
"Which sentence?"
"At a certain time, even Xiahou can't hide..."
Xue Mu turned his head and glanced at her: "You know I can't do this kind of thing, and Xiahou knows it's impossible. This is a sinister provocation unilaterally by Ji Wuxing, why bother?"
"It's his sinister provocation, but if someone else said to Xiahou, would Xiahou plant a thorn? Are you sure she won't have conflicts with you because of the imperial power?"
Xue Mu leaned back in his chair, and Xiahoudi's tired question flashed in his heart that day: "Could this kind of thing only recur forever, never ending?"
He pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly: "There won't be that day."
"why?"
"Because she is Xiahoudi."
In the palace at this moment, an inner guard reported to Xiahoudi: "Your Majesty, Lord Lu Ding directly abolished his skill and sent him to prison without asking for guilt."
Xiahoudi was giving a memorial, and he didn't look up when he heard the words: "Ji Wuxing had caused the Luzhou plague at the beginning, and the sky was angry and people complained. Sooner or later I will have to settle with him. And recently he is not honest, and seems to have conspired. What's the problem with strangling early?"
"But..." Nei Wei hesitated for a moment, or whispered: "Where does Lu Ding Gong get this power? He did not ask for his Majesty's consent."
Xiahoudi finally put down the Zhubi and said lightly: "He has."
Neiwei was startled, but he listened to Xia Houdi's continued words: "If he wants to sit in the country, the country is already his. He is not for power, nor is it for me. We are one united in order to fight the difficulties together. Just do it. This matter makes sense, does it matter who listens to whom? In the future, I will never mention this kind of thing again!"