I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 21 The First Victim
Wang Shi felt a little chilled because of three things.

The first thing is that Xia Houping, who was also born in Xiaolian, actually said the word "framing" openly, without any shame.

The second is that Xia Houping, as a small subordinate official under Zongzheng, has participated in the battle for the throne. In the whole country, I don't know how many officials are colluding with Liu Xu.

The third is that Xia Houping, a villain, actually regards himself as a villain who "sells the owner and seeks glory". Could it be that he is so unbearable in the eyes of this despicable person?
Thinking of these few things, Wang Shi's face, which was red from drinking, gradually turned pale.

"Then how does Xiahou envoy want me to frame Wang He of Changyi?"

"Write a letter to the county magistrate, report to Tingwei and Zongzheng that Wang He of Changyi has a heart of disobedience, and buried a paulownia puppet engraved with the county magistrate's name in the northeast corner of Fuyao Hall. Wang Fu will do the rest. You can leave it alone, we will only arrange the joints everywhere.”

Xia Hou Ping said triumphantly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, but Wang Shi's teeth became colder the more he heard it.

The rebellion of witches and Gu, this is the inverse scale that all emperors can't touch since Emperor Xiaowu!

The bloody storm 16 years ago has not yet ended, and countless innocent souls are still lingering in the sky above Chang'an.

Numerous well-known officials and good generals were brutally exterminated, and they are still unable to redress their grievances.

Prince Li, who was framed to death by cruel officials, has not been rehabilitated, and even his heirs are nowhere to be found.

If Xia Houping's poisonous plan succeeds, His Highness will definitely face the wrath of the emperor, and he may not even have the chance to appeal to the county magistrate.

At that time, not only His Highness will die, but many people in Changyi Kingdom will die.

When Wang Shi saw Xia Houping's letter, he knew that the other party was going to trip His Highness, but he didn't expect it to be so vicious.

This is not only to "deprive" Liu He of the opportunity to sit on the throne, but also to let him die without a place to bury him.

Wang Shi pursed his chapped lips and strengthened the thought in his heart.

"Mr. Xiahou, have you already started the arrangement?"

"Not yet, Wang Fu, you are the gateway to all this. As long as you nod your head, I will start to deal with it immediately. When King Guangling ascends the throne, you can become an official and a nobleman."

"His Royal Highness Guangling said, Dahonglu and Taichang, it's up to you to choose."

"His Royal Highness Guangling's price tag is really flattering to the old man. Xiahou envoy has planned such a big event for His Royal Highness Guangling, so the official position he got must not be small?" Wang Shiman said sarcastically.

"Hehe, I can't compare with Wang Fu, but His Royal Highness Guangling generously granted me the position of You Fufeng."

Such an important position in the imperial court was actually used as a bargaining chip by them, which made Wang Shi feel sick.

This King Guangling is not even as good as His Royal Highness two years ago, how did his Wang Fu teach him!

"Has Wang Fu thought it through?"

Wang Shihid's hands under his robe trembled a little, but he finally made up his mind.

"I am willing to be driven by King Guangling."

"Hahaha, Wang Fu really understands righteousness and sees things like fire!" Xia Houping sat on the couch and clapped his hands again and again, not seeing Wang Shi straighten his back at all.

"Did anyone else know when Xiahou envoy came?"

"Of course we can't let other people know about this kind of conspiracy. Except for the coachman, no one knows, no one knows." Xia Houping said very proudly.

"Very good, very good, the old man will go get the pen and the Jane now, I will write whatever Xia Houcheng asks me to write."

"Very good, very good!" As he said, he picked up the pot of herbal tea that had been on the table for an unknown amount of time, and drank it leisurely, as if he was drinking jade liquid fine wine.

Wang Shi exhausted all his strength to stand up, this time he stood very firmly, without the slightest sway, his thin and frail body was like a big mountain at this moment.

"Your Highness, why did you visit late at night?" Wang Shi suddenly called out to Xia Houping's empty back.

Xia Houping was guilty of being a thief, and immediately stood up from the couch, without seeing clearly, he bowed down and kowtowed repeatedly.

"The lower official Xia Houping didn't know His Highness was visiting, so I would like to ask His Highness..."

The word "crime" hadn't been uttered yet, when Xia Houping realized that there seemed to be no one in front of him. Just when he was full of doubts and wanted to turn around and ask what happened, he heard a deep sword cry.

Where did the sword come from in the Confucian scholar's flower hall?

No, it seems that Wang Shi has a sword at his waist.

But what is he drawing his sword for?
A series of questions came out of Xia Houping's mind. He wanted to turn his head and ask a question, but he had no chance.

Xiahouping's neck felt a slight chill at first, followed by a sharp and short-lived pain. His vision turned and turned, and finally he miraculously saw Wang Shi holding a sword behind him.

Xia Houping wanted to speak, but blood kept pouring out of his mouth. He opened his mouth, but couldn't move anymore.

And that headless body, after spurting several feet of blood, fell down in a daze.

The original faint fragrance of flowers in the flower hall was covered by the strong smell of blood.

Dirty blood was sprayed everywhere, but Wang Shi felt very peaceful at this moment.

Fortunately, the calligraphy and paintings were put away, otherwise they would be stained with this dirty blood.

Wang Shi's hands holding the sword trembled slightly, and he couldn't remember how long it had been since he pulled out the sword.

Why draw a sword?

To kill, of course!
"Your Highness, is this old minister's sword still sharp?" Wang Shi said softly, as if Liu He was really standing in front of him at this moment.

Not long after, Mo's figure appeared at the entrance of the flower hall, and his body was also stained with blood.

Mo pointed to the head and corpse on the ground, then pointed to the back door, and then nodded.

Wang Shi knew that the coachman who came with Xiahouping was also dead, so he nodded, and imitated walking with two fingers.

Mo grinned, showing his missing front teeth, and laughed.

Wang Shi put the sword back into its scabbard, walked out the door, and when he left, he patted Mo on the shoulder, this old servant who can't speak will take care of everything here.

Mo didn't know why Wang Shi did this, but since Wang Shi said it, he would definitely do it well.

Similarly, Liu He will not know what Wang Shi has done, but as long as he needs it, Wang Shi will definitely do it well.

Xia Houping died with his dream of becoming an official and noble, and no one knew that he died here—from Chang'an to Changyi, thousands of miles away, there were countless water bandits and bandits. It's too common, let Ting Wei slowly track it down when the time comes.

When Guangling King Liu Xu discovered the problem, he didn't know how long it had passed. Who could guess what the general situation of the world was like at that time?

Wang Shi walked out of the flower hall, stood in the garden and looked in the direction of the palace, and said silently in his heart: "Your Highness, there is only so much I can do now, you must be careful on the road ahead!"

One night passed, and when the day came again, there was news from the Wang residence that Wang Shi would devote himself to his studies and declined all visitors.

But what everyone didn't notice was that the old servant who couldn't speak in Wang's house also disappeared overnight.

Just like that, blood began to bleed where Liu He could not see, but this was only the beginning.

(End of this chapter)