In the Fantasy Pavilion, the prince stood by the window with a sad face, wandering out of the sky and looking at the calm river.

A sound of footsteps sounded, pulling him back from his thoughts, turning his face to look, Li Wushuang, wearing a gorgeous long dress, walked in from outside the door, with a hint of worry between his eyebrows.

"Wushuang, you are so anxious, what happened?"

The prince showed a gentle smile and reached out to hold Li Wushuang's tenderness to comfort him.

Li Wushuang looked at the handsome face of the prince and said, "Wu Jun moved into the princess's mansion and didn't come out for several days."

The prince brushed his thumb across the beard at the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "Wu Jun and Chang-ye have often been together, so don't care too much."

"It's good to be that simple..."

Li Wushuang handed the prince a note and said, "Yuan Min and Chang Ju have joined forces. Dongchang has money and Changping has someone to do it. The two of them join forces, which is more difficult than the second prince."

"According to the news sent back by the spy from the Princess's Mansion, Wu Jun is helping Chang Yan make his life at this time. The East Factory has been too strict to break into it. It is very likely that Yuan Min has broken through to the Bodhi realm."

The prince was slightly happy after hearing this: "It is absolutely impossible. If Yuan Min succeeds in the breakthrough, I am afraid that everyone in the entire capital will know now."

Li Wushuang looked at the prince, felt helpless at his innocent thoughts, and sighed: "Don't underestimate Yuan Min, you might as well think about it carefully, when did he mess up the errands assigned to him by His Majesty?"

The prince murmured a little lost: "It seems that my younger brother is a clever and clumsy..."

Li Wushuang nodded and said with concern: "Your brothers and sisters are not easy to talk to. When it comes to speaking, Your Majesty doesn't care about it, just let them mess around. The throne should be yours, but if they make trouble, the court will be in chaos."

The second prince's mother was born in a general family. He entered the military camp at the age of thirteen and had been trained in the army for many years, and his temper was very similar to the appetite of the generals. This time he saw that Emperor Zhenyuan was dissatisfied with the prince, and half of the general families chose to stand on the side of the second prince.

With such a strong power, even if the Li family and the prince join forces, they dare not easily tear each other apart.

Now that Yuan Min and Chang Ju have joined forces, the financial resources of the Dongchang Factory and the Liu family in Hexi are probably another great enemy.

She and the prince have been in love with each other for many years, and finally got her father's promise to exchange the dragon bones for them to be together. Now such a change has caused her to be unable to sleep or eat for days.

Li Wushuang snuggled up to the prince, looked at the clouds dyed red by the sunset outside the window, and sighed worriedly: "The sword demon of the Liu family is still alive. If Chang Ju told him to come out of the mountain, there would be more variables..."

As he finished speaking, a beautiful singer stopped at the door and reported: "Miss, Wu Jun sent someone to send an invitation to invite the heads of the four major families to go out of the city to the 'Hongmen Banquet'. Zhuge Gang and Xu Chang were already on their way to the arrival and would be able to arrive in Beijing tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

Li Wushuang was surprised: "When did this happen? Why did the news come now?"

The singer lowered her head and explained: "When you say that, Wu Junpai's invitation is scheduled, and we and the Sima family have just received the invitations. In addition...

There is a secret hook from the Xu family in our building, and it was later found that it was the Western Regions singer Nuan Yu, code-named Huandie, and she intercepted the news."

"What a good Xu Chang, it seems that the Xu family has made a choice."

Li Wushuang's clenched fists trembled slightly, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Xing's eyes, and he said coldly: "Cheerly check the people in the building to see if there are any hooks from other families."

"Yes!" The singer responded, bowed and retreated from the stairs.

The prince gently stroked Li Wushuang's shoulder and comforted him: "Don't get angry and get angry. The uncle of Hongmen Yan is also invited tomorrow. If you have uncle in charge, you won't be able to make any mistakes."

A hint of worry arose in Li Wushuang's heart and sighed: "I hope..."

At the same time, in the quiet room of the princess's mansion.

Chang Ju sat upright in front of the short desk, covered with yellowed books, and his majestic literary spirit was boiling.

If a Confucian master is present, she will definitely recognize that she is using the secret Confucian technique to kill herself!

Chang Ju closed his eyes tightly, his brows frowned slightly to enhance his literary spirit again, trying to break through the wisp of seemingly existing and non-existent diaphragm, but he never knew the method.

After a while, he restrained his literary spirit, opened his eyes and looked at Wu Jun, and sighed: "It's still not possible. I just arrived at the Great Confucian realm, but my foundation is a little weak after all."

Wu Jun pulled the ruler on her arm, and Chang Ju bared his teeth in pain and scolded him sternly: "I've told you a few times. I'll report before speaking in class!"

Chang Yu rubbed his arms with a resentful look on his face: "Report, if you dare to hit me, I will... I will open a larger clinic opposite your store, and find another ten imperial physicians, and take turns to take care of the doctors regardless of day or night!"

"So vicious!"

Wu Jun glared at the vicious woman and stared at the vicious woman. Then he retracted his senses and frowned and thought: "I was at the scene when Dean Lu Li broke through. You ate my Breaking Realm Pill, and the literary spirit you just showed was definitely above him at that time.

Maybe you can't understand the nature and understand the destiny mentioned by Confucianism?"

Chang: "..."

She never expected that, a genius of Confucianism and a 21-year-old great scholar, would have one day when people said that they were not good at understanding. For a moment, they didn't know where to complain.

Wu Jun looked at Chang Ju, who had "mediocre qualifications", scratched his head worriedly, then a flash of inspiration lifted up the hem of his clothes, and took off the Chunqiu pen from his belt.

"One more! The Saint said that you should never die for a long time, and cultivate yourself to wait for it, so you can make your life. You make a vow to his spring and autumn pen in your heart, and I will protect you!"

Chang Bi looked at the Chunqiu Pen of the Assassin, took a breath silently, slowly closed his eyes, and thought about what kind of oath he should make.

However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the tens of thousands of unjust souls during her trip to the Eastern Region immediately appeared in her mind, and the tragic scene of the people living in poverty and the city of miserable blood.

A sentence recorded in Wu Jun’s notebook couldn’t help but come to his mind.

The mourning geese are everywhere in the city, and the blood is nothing more than a thought to save the people!

Before he knew it, Chang Bi slowly raised his literary energy to the peak, and his literary energy boiled again.

Almost at the same time, the Chunqiu pen in Wu Jun's hand trembled slightly.

Seeing this, Wu Jun's eyes were fixed, and he immediately picked up his pen and wrote quickly, slamming a mighty aura into Chang's eyebrows!

Chang Yan only felt the sound of something breaking in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, a sense of pride of great achievements arose in his heart.

Feeling the new power brought to him by the realm of life, Chang Yu thought about it, and his literary energy immediately retracted back into his body. Then he was slightly stunned and touched his eyebrows with his hands.

Chang Ju stood up in confusion, came to the mirror and looked at it, and found a word "六" printed on her forehead...

After wiping his forehead, he found that the word could not be erased. Chang Yan frowned and pointed at his forehead, and asked Wu Jun, "What's going on?"

Wu Jun looked at the red mark on Chang Ye’s forehead and teased: “Well, this is the recognition of the Asian Saint, which means you… have a righteous look on your face!”

Chang Ju: "@#￥#@..."

If I hadn't seen you hiding a spring and autumn pen behind you, I would have almost believed it!
Chapter completed!