Wei Shu

Chapter 139
At this moment, Wu Meng almost wanted to kneel down and kowtow to the prince.

He was just a promoted governor who couldn't be younger, and he couldn't do the job of counselor and staff. He didn't want to hear a word of this kind of talk, and he didn't want to participate in it.

However, those treacherous and treacherous staff members all fell behind at this time, as if they had made an agreement, one by one walked slower than the other, turning a blind eye to Wumeng's eyes calling for help.

Wu Meng could only look at the prince sadly, hoping that he would wake up.

When His Royal Highness was mentioned by him, the joy on his face froze, as if he had received a heavy blow, his whole face changed from sunny to cloudy, and a storm was about to come.

However, after a few breaths, he came back happily himself, and waved his hand happily: "Of course I know. I just remembered it suddenly, hehe, sooner or later, sooner or later Well."

Wumeng's cold sweat almost flowed to the back of his ankles.

Can this be said?Can this be said here?
At this moment, Wu Meng suddenly felt that the strange layout of certain places in Youshuai Mansion had its benefits, just like this place.

In this flat sandy land, there is no room for people to hide around, and naturally there is no such thing as listening to the corner; in addition, the entourage is also far away (thank God); and the Bush in front has stopped at this time They must have seen that they were talking, so they wisely stopped approaching.

The time and place are right and the people are right, the heaven and the gods bless, His Highness the Crown Prince's rebellious words, it was only Wu Meng's bad luck that he listened to it, but he didn't teach others to hear it.

But Wumeng still felt that his legs were a little soft.

Your Highness, you should have heard of usurping the throne, right?You should have heard the words of the deposed prince, right?As far as your words just now were passed to His Majesty's ears, ten heads of yours would not be enough to cut off.

At this moment, Wu Meng really wanted to kneel down and beg this Highness, begging the old man to use that thing on his neck, it looks like a big and heavy one, why has he never seen this Highness take advantage of it? Woolen cloth.

Wumeng was about to vomit blood, but luckily the prince didn't go crazy any more at this moment, Yumo finally saw Bush sticking in front of him, and finally remembered that he was still in someone else's house.

Although he has always been reckless, the prince has grown up for many years anyway, he is no longer an ignorant child, and he knows that there are some things that can be said to Wumeng and counselors, but absolutely not to Bush.

So, he moved his lips again, and asked quickly and softly: "Then tell me, is there anyone hiding in the barracks?"

What about hiding people?Are you always able to kill the past and find out people?Don't forget that it's a military camp, your Highness, if you stretch your neck in there, all of our foodies will be lost.

Wu Meng's belly was full of slander, and he was about to suffer from internal injuries.

Raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, he respectfully said: "Your Highness, as long as the one in Changli City is fake, it will be fine."

His Royal Highness paused.

Seeing this, Wu Meng and his followers stopped immediately.

Standing still for a moment, the prince turned his gaze and stared at Wumeng in astonishment. The other party's heart was beating when he saw it, and he suddenly burst out laughing:

"Haha, that's right, that's right, why didn't I think of it, it turns out it can be like this, hahaha..."

That's right, as long as it can be proved that the sixth prince in Changli City is a stand-in, then the matter of the sixth prince leaving the capital without edict is a certainty, isn't it?As for where his real person is, it doesn't matter at all.

Regardless of whether you are in the sky or underground, leaving Beijing without authorization is a capital offense.

As for the matter of verifying the fake Lao Liu, I will leave it to my mother to deal with it.With the means of the queen mother, it will take less than a day to find out the truth of this matter.

Haha, sixth son, you are dead!
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince gritted his teeth, as if he wished to see the scene of rolling heads immediately, but then danced with his hands and feet, smiling so heartily, and finally pulled Wumeng around in circles, dancing to the grassland herdsman's song Carousel dance.

Looking closely, His Royal Highness's posture of shaking his shoulders, arms, and head has a rough and free and easy beauty. It seems that he has been immersed in this way for many years, so he can dance so beautifully.

The followers didn't know what he was laughing about, but after a brief silence, everyone laughed along with him.

Don't worry about it, just stop laughing.

For a moment, the front of the solitary building was full of laughter of "haha", "hehe", "hohoho", as well as applause and admiration one after another, sweeping away the tranquility and desolation here.

Seeing this, Bush in the distance was startled for a while, and then he also opened his mouth wide, smiling extraordinarily happily.

………………

"Fluttering—"

A few guinea pigs flapped their wings and flitted across the forest tops in the distance.

The setting sun in the sky has gradually dissipated, Qingfeng is counting, the evening clouds are stronger than the fire, and the evening wind is sluggish.

Wang Kuang squeezed the letterhead in his hand, turned his head and looked in the direction of the camp gate.

A few soldiers were adding firewood to the bonfire, and the guards on shift had just finished their dinner. The lineup seemed a little loose, and the vulgar jokes of the soldiers could be faintly heard in the wind.

Wang Kuang withdrew his gaze, and nodded apologetically at Shujiu who was walking beside him: "I'm sorry, I called you here temporarily, but have you eaten yet?"

Shu Jiu still had the same untidy look in his green shirt, with his wide sleeves billowing in the wind, he looked very chic, but it didn't go against the chilling atmosphere of the military camp.

"Xiao Wu hunted a wild boar and roasted it tonight." He held his hands, his expression and gait very leisurely.

Yue Bawu served him very attentively recently, Wang Kuang also heard about this, so he said with a smile: "Ah Jiu is planning to take another disciple?"

This time, Yue Bawu was almost doomed for the competition, because his master Gou Ba was killed by Jian Shiyi.Although the body has not been found yet, Ah Fu found traces of a fight in the mountain temple, and dug up Gou Ba's belongings in the pillar, so it can almost be concluded that Gou Ba is dead.

Without the master's advice, it is impossible for Yue Bawu to defeat the gun Basan dialed by Shujiu.

However, this defeat is not without redemption, as long as Shujiu is willing to recognize Yuebawu as a temporary disciple, the result of this competition will be recorded as a draw.

If two people worship the same teacher, even if they come from the same school, naturally there is no need to fight, and Hidden Sword Villa does not encourage blindly fighting fiercely.Luck, courage, skill and dealing with the world, etc. are also part of strength, and sometimes they are even more useful than martial arts.

The master who can convince his opponents to accept him as an apprentice has already proved that he is capable of doing things. As long as the master does not object, the villa will of course respect the wishes of these masters and treat every disciple under his name fairly.

(End of this chapter)