Powerful | Machiavellian | Falling in love and killing each other | Pretending to catch a wife | Hu-Han hybrid wolf-dog attack × noble and handsome noble clan sufferer | Double belly evil
Something strange happened in Beijing recently.
The Marquis of Zhenbei, Xia Fu, who had a hundred thousand frontier troops and whose biological mother was a member of the Beidi family, and who was rumored to look like a good girl but was actually a Shura, suddenly began to chase Qin Wangshu, the chief civil servant, Zhongshu Shilang, all over the capital.
At the palace banquet, he toasted in public: "Master Qin, I salute you."
Qin Wangshu's expression remained unchanged, and he held the tea cup without any leakage.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty couldn't understand: Aren't these two people fighting for power? Is this a point of contention?
The "cut sleeve" is fake, and the two need an excuse to get closer to investigate whether the other party is real. The two plotted against each other across the court, knowing each other well and acting more realistically than anyone else.
——Until Xia Fu blocked the first poisonous arrow for him.
——Until Qin Wangshu said coldly in the court hall: "Bloodline is never the source of sin, human heart is."
——Until Xia Fu pressed him on the board of the ship, his amber pupils were very close at hand: "Master Qin, why are you blushing?"
Later, when the enemy troops pressed into the territory, they directly pointed out that "the son of a barbarian must have a different heart" against Xia Fu. Xia Fu's army was about to be defeated, and Qin Wangshu sent a message overnight: "The Qin family's century-old reputation is tied to this today - if Xia Fu is responsible for bringing down the world, Qin Wangshu will be guilty of the same crime."
He personally went into battle with his sword, chopped off the heads of the enemies who had trapped Xia Fu, and walked up to him carrying the head.
Xia Fu was half-kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, and looked up at him: "Is that letter true?"
The historian was faced with a dilemma: How to write about the relationship between the regent and the chief minister?
"We will never go back on our friendship, and we will be buried together in the same coffin."
