In the courtyard, the evening breeze blows and the green bamboos dance.
The man was dressed in a red robe that was as dazzling as the gorgeous sunset on the horizon. He sat on a rock under the bamboo forest and gently played the white jade flute in his hand.
At this time, a servant came to report, "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, Sir Shangshu, please see me."
Shen Ce frowned slightly, put down the flute on his lips, and said with an indifferent expression, "Let him in."
The servant took the order and left, and soon Wu Ping came to the yard.
Looking at the slender red figure standing in front of him with his hands behind his hands in the bamboo forest, Wu Ping always felt that there was an oppressive aura, like a huge boulder, pressing on his chest, suffocating him.
The sky is getting dark, and on the top of the distant green peak, there is only a trace of the setting sun, which seems to be the brightest light in the sky.
The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the man's body through thousands of splendors, coating him with a layer of pale gold, making him look like a god above the nine heavens, majestic and sharp.
The other party is obviously a young man of about twenty-four years old, but he has an aura that is very scary. Even I was shocked by the aura on his body. This kind of aura is even stronger than that of Prince Nangong Ling and the third prince. Nangong Yundu is even better.
Wu Ping swallowed the saliva in his mouth, seemed to have made up his mind, walked forward, raised his hands to the figure and said: "Prime Minister Shen."
"I wonder why Wu Shangshu came to my house so late?" Shen Ce turned around, the corners of his lips slightly curved, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his lips.
"I believe that Prime Minister Shen should know what happened in Zhenhuang City today."
A coldness flashed across Shen Ce's eyes. He waved his robe, walked to the table in the courtyard and sat down. He leisurely poured himself a cup of tea. He didn't say anything, but kept a calm face. Wu Ping's forehead Cold sweat dripped down involuntarily, and I stopped talking several times.
Shen Ce smiled lightly, "What's wrong with knowing? What does that have to do with me?"
Wu Ping wiped his cold sweat, and his tone became more respectful, "Now that something like this is happening in my family, I am really helpless, so I want to ask Prime Minister Shen for help."
Shen Xiang took a sip of tea and said slowly: "Then why did Wu Shangshu come to my house to do this instead of dealing with this matter? Do you want me to help you with your family affairs? If I remember correctly, Wu Shangshu should You should go find the third prince."
Wu Ping's old face trembled, looking a little unnatural. After he came out of Shangshu's Mansion, he went straight to the Third Prince's Mansion to discuss countermeasures with Nangong Yun. Although Nangong Yun didn't have much affection for Jiaojiao, Jiaojiao had once She is also his woman. But what he never expected was that when he saw Nangong Yun and explained his intention, Nangong Yun would be so ruthless. He ignored Jiaojiao's reputation and the reputation of Shangshu Mansion, and even threatened that if Long Qingyue came out, He will definitely not let Jiaojiao go!
Wu Ping was so angry that his chest felt tight and he was about to have an attack on the spot. In desperation, he had no choice but to go to Shen Ce.
"Hmph, the third prince is a ruthless and unjust person. I must have made a mistake! As long as Prime Minister Shen is willing to help me, I am willing to let Prime Minister Shen do what he wants and will never betray me!" Wu Ping's tone was filled with anger, with a glint in his eyes.
"The Sky Wolf Continent is dotted with stars, and the heroes of the world are fighting for each other. And our Qinglong Kingdom is like a small chessboard. It seems calm, but there is an undercurrent of chaos." Shen Ce played with the jade flute in his hand, raised his head, and looked confused. He said casually, "I wonder what position Miss Wu holds in Wu Shangshu's heart?"