Chapter 112: The more you know, the faster you die
Shen Tushao's face also became serious, and he spoke slowly: "Ruo'er, do you know why people in the world are so afraid of Hua Wuying? It's because of his impeccable disguise skills. If you don't know people well to a certain extent,
, you will never notice it.”
"That is to say, if he is more rebellious, can't he kill the emperor and then disguise himself as him and sit on the throne?" Li Ruo opened her mouth in surprise, but her words were immediately rejected.
"It's easy to disguise yourself, but it's difficult to fake the real one. Not only do you have to know enough about the person, but you also have to have at least an eighty-point resemblance in terms of his behavior, the tone of his words, and even his handwriting. So.
That’s not possible for him.”
"Then can he disguise himself as Prince Fu?"
As soon as Li Ruo finished speaking, the room suddenly became quiet, and Sikong Xuan and Shen Tu Shao looked at each other.
Seeing Sikong Xuan instructing the people in the dark to get all the information from Prince Fu, Li Ruo immediately said, "I just said this casually without any basis. Don't take it seriously."
"Ruo'er, it's possible that you were right casually." A dark light flashed in Shen Tushao's eyes, and then he clenched his fists.
Sikong Xuan on the side had already turned cold, with a sinister look in his eyes.
Looking at their expressions, Li Ruo's eyes flashed with thoughts, and then she looked shocked. Finally, she decided not to say anything, otherwise she would be caught off guard again.
Soon, all the information Sikong Xuan learned about Prince Fu was moved to Tianyou Pavilion, and Li Ruo immediately hid far away.
Resolutely adhere to the way of survival: some things are better not to be known. The more you know, the faster you will die.
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There was the rustle of turning books in the room. Li Ruo hummed a tune and shook the person in his arms. Looking at the person buried in a pile of documents, a gloating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Woman, what are you laughing at?" Sikong Xuan was unknowingly attracted by her weird tune. When he raised his head, he happened to see the smile on her face and couldn't help but ask.
Li Ruo immediately turned away and did not answer him. It was a rare opportunity to punish them, but it could not be wasted like this.
Sikong Xuan raised his eyebrows, and seeing that she had no intention of speaking, he returned his gaze to the notes.
Time passed slowly, and the oil lamp was lit in the room. Li Ruo was eating the food brought from the kitchen. Seeing that they were so busy that they didn't even have time to eat, Li Ruo couldn't help but snicker.
"Ruo'er, you are so heartless. Even if you don't help us, you actually eat in front of us. This is naked mental torture." Shen Tushao couldn't help but take a few sips.
Looking eagerly at the sumptuous meal on the table.
"Then why don't you come over and eat? No one is stopping you." Li Ruo raised the chicken drumstick in her hand to him. Under his gaze, she took a big bite and chewed it with a look of enjoyment.
"We'll eat later." Shen Tushao smacked his mouth, then lowered his head and began to turn over the notes.
Li Ruo was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously: "Is Lord Fu really that important to you?"
Seeing them nodding in unison, she couldn't help but ask: "Is it because you want to determine the real reason why the Sikong family was plotted twenty years ago?"
The person who had his head lowered immediately raised his head and looked at her, waiting for her next words.