"Luring the Third Young Master to rebel, secretly killing the Fourth Young Master, and finally raising an army to kill them all, of course your younger brother cannot be left behind."

"Ha..." Zhou Wuhuan sneered. Even through the gauze curtain, Xiao Jiu could feel the anger that was about to reach the sky. He continued without fear of death, "Will your father's life be of any benefit to you?"

It seems intentional, it seems intentional.

In short, Xiao Jiu succeeded in angering Zhou Wuhuan.

"Before I met you, I thought you were a great talent, with a big heart and unparalleled wisdom. Who would have thought that you are smart, but unfortunately, you are smart in the wrong place, and you are not a right person!"

Zhou Wuhuan cursed almost mercilessly.

Xiao Jiu's eyebrows moved, as if she was a little surprised, and asked, "Is the method I gave you wrong?"

"Nothing wrong."

"Then the person who listened to my method was wrong." Xiao Jiu said, thinking that he understood.

Zhou Wuhuan felt a surge of energy and blood in his chest. He clenched his fists and resisted the urge to reveal Xiao Jiu's true face.

If Xiao Jiu said it was true, he could indeed succeed in ascending to the throne, but there were too many people to kill, and none of them was what he wanted to kill.

His master, his brother, his father, which one could he kill?

Zhou Wuhuan closed his eyes hard, feeling ridiculous, turned around angrily, and said in a cold voice, "Just go away, we don't have to see you again in the future."

Today, he was going to meet the Spring and Autumn Visitor, who came to keep the appointment, so he let him go and only wanted to see him again tomorrow. Zhou Wuhuan might not have the good temper today to hold back from killing him.

He also thought in his mind that maybe his teacher was right and there was really no need to meet this kind of person.

"His Royal Highness, the eldest son, you are angry." Xiao Jiu's words sounded like he was asking questions knowingly, but also as if he was seeking death.

"You don't agree, just because you are a gentleman."

"Forgive me for reminding you, a gentleman cannot become a king."

Zhou Wuhuan's expression was still cold and hard. At this time, he no longer had the good attitude towards Xiao Jiu he had before. He retorted coldly, "That's better than using force at all costs! Even if he ascends to the throne by any means necessary, the position of King Qi will not last long."

What’s the point of coming?”

Zhou Wuhuan disdained it.

After a long time, he heard a long sigh coming from behind him, and then, Xiao Jiu confessed to him.

"It's a worthwhile trip to meet the eldest son today. I hope you will forgive me for the offense I made earlier."

In fact, it was Xiao Jiu who deceived him just now.

If he really agreed with Xiao Jiu's method, it would not only mean that his virtuousness was superficial, but simply an act. Killing Wei Xihe would have broken his own arm, and would have made no one dare to surrender. In the end, it could be said that everyone was betrayed and separated from their relatives.

No one is loyal anymore.

Only then did Zhou Wuhuan realize that something was wrong. He turned around and frowned, "Are you testing me?"

Xiao Jiu remained silent as a sign of acquiescence.

He simply wanted to test whether Zhou Wuhuan, a child of the Wang family, was a truly honorable man as rumored.

Zhou Wuhuan also understood this, and the anger in his heart gradually calmed down. He realized that he had misunderstood Xiao Jiu, and also apologized.

At this time, Xiao Jiu said again, "His Royal Highness, the eldest son, have you ever thought about how you would deal with it if your father or brother waved a butcher's knife at you one day?"

This was a sincere reminder from Xiao Jiu.

Zhou Wuhuan stood silently, as if there were tens of thousands of tons of boulders pressing on his heart, so heavy that it made him breathless.

"Even if you have no intention of fighting over anything, as long as your background is here, your existence is a threat to them."

Xiao Jiu's words cut off Zhou Wuhuan's last hope.

With a wry smile, Zhou Wuhuan couldn't answer, and he didn't know what to do, but if he was asked to kill his father and brothers, he still couldn't do it.

Zhou Wuhuan was nearly thirty years old, with a gentle temperament but a thin figure. The past few years of confinement seemed to have drained away all his energy and energy, and his expression at this time was even more depressed.

"As I said before, although the method is too cold and ruthless, it is indeed the only way. Your father and your brothers do not care about the people as much as you do."

The implication is to remind Zhou Wuhuan that if it is really good for Qi State, the only way is for him to become the king of Qi, otherwise Qi State will only gradually decline.

The spectators of the Spring and Autumn Period were really merciless in their words. Zhou Wuhuan finally saw this tonight and smiled bitterly, "There is no way to advance or retreat. There is nothing we can do."

Zhou Wuhuan also understood at this time why Xiao Jiu said there was a way and then said there was no way.

The reason is that the choice is yours.

If he could really be ruthless, a way out would naturally come out, but if he is not such a person, he would never be able to do such a thing, and it is naturally inexplicable.

That’s all…

Zhou Wuhuan sighed, "Why don't you want to join our country's court? Isn't that why it's not a good place to be treated?"

This is of course, but what Zhou Wuhuan probably didn't expect was that Xiao Jiu was already an official of Qi.

"You are from Qi, why can't you bear to watch Qi's country decline step by step?"

He then said, with a tone of disappointment and regret. Through the previous dialogue, he could roughly infer that Xiao Jiu was from Qi State, and also believed that he was an unparalleled genius, but such a person was unwilling to join his Qi State court.

Hall.

It's a pity.

But Xiao Jiu shook his head and said, "Qi people, Jing people, Yan people, Wei people, and Nanman people. Does it really matter which country you are from?"

If you want to serve as an official in another country, it may indeed be affected by your nationality, but speaking more broadly, weren't the five countries also one country before?

"The Five Kingdoms go back to the Zhou Dynasty, and the Zhou Dynasty goes back to the Shang Dynasty." Xiao Jiu sighed, "Master Qi, tell me, how different are the people living in the Five Kingdoms in this land in terms of their blood origins?"

?”

The wind slipped through his clothes and caused ripples. The young man stood as tall as a jade tree. The moonlight fell and slanted into his dark eyes, but it felt like he was facing an abyss. He was completely swallowed up by the darkness in his eyes.

Xiao Jiu's eyes were deep, and as time passed by, he stared at the silent waterside pavilion without saying a word.

Zhou Wuhuan lost his voice for a while and stood still.

He couldn't find anything to say to refute Xiao Jiu...

"So...this is the reason why you don't want to help our country, Qi?"

Zhou Wuhuan seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to suddenly wake up. He was half questioning and half stating, with a light tone and a sense of loss.

If Xiao Jiu hadn't had sensitive ears, he might not have heard this sentence.

His eyes fell on the lake, and he replied quietly, "Those who are enlightened will get more help, and those who are unjust will receive little help. It is a reasonable thing."

"Ha..." Zhou Wuhuan let out a long sigh, feeling helpless filling his whole body, as if he had been persuaded, but finally stopped persuading him.

He could not persuade Xiao Jiu to be used by his country of Qi.

The State of Qi cannot retain talents like Chunqiu Guanke.

Perhaps, this is God's will...

After a long pause, he restrained his disappointment and asked, "Where do you want to work, sir?"

Xiao Jiu moved his steps and turned sideways to face Zhou Wuhuan, "In all the countries in the world, where can't I go?"

Yes, according to Chunqiu's ability to be a spectator, I am afraid that all countries will rush to get him. Zhou Wuhuan smiled bitterly.

Through the gauze curtain, he saw Xiao Jiu's turning back. Realizing that Xiao Jiu was leaving, Zhou Wuhuan opened his mouth to try to persuade him to stay.

But when the words came to my mouth, after thinking about it, it seemed that I had nothing to say...

So until Xiao Jiu's background faded away, he didn't say anything to persuade her to stay, and kept watching him leave. But when the hazy figure was about to fade out of sight, he finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Will we have another chance to meet again in the future?"

From afar, he saw the man under the moon waving his hand behind him without making a sound.

Maybe, this means never seeing each other again, he thought.

However, Zhou Wuhuan was satisfied that he could meet him once. His long-standing questions were answered and he had nothing to regret.

After Xiao Jiu left, a moment later, the music of the piano played in the waterside pavilion again, but it was more refreshing and refreshing than before, as if the dark clouds hanging above the head had dissipated, and it was like the wind flowing through the mountains and seas, wandering in all directions.

Xiao Jiu stepped out of the back door of Wensheng Academy and met Zhang Zhizhi who was waiting outside.

The latter was lazily leaning against the wall. When he saw him coming out, he said casually, "Has the Lord met the eldest son?"

"Yeah." Xiao Jiu didn't hide anything and admitted openly.

"Master, what do you think of the eldest son?"

The two walked side by side, their steps slow, and the two figures on the ground moved slowly.

Due to the Qianqiu Trial these two days, the curfew in the royal capital has been temporarily lifted. You don't have to worry about being caught as a gangster when walking on the road at night.

Xiao Jiu replied in a calm voice, "An elegant gentleman."

"...It's a pity that I was born into a royal family." After thinking for a while, he added.

It was not difficult to hear a little bit of regret in his words, but Zhang Wenzhi smiled heartlessly and indifferently. The smile on his face could even be called sarcastic, with a bit of cold malice.

"Gentleman?"

"In this world, only gentlemen are easy to bully," he said.
To be continued...