After lunch, the team continued to set off, this time heading from south to northwest, and finally seemed to be back on track.
On the third floor of a teahouse, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance pushed the door open and walked in. He bowed his hands and saluted: "Young master, it is indeed the prince and his party, accompanied by a female family member, who should be the prince's concubine."
The man called Young Master was painting. His thin figure was as straight as a pine tree, and his long-jointed hands were holding a pen. He did not pause when he heard the words, and he started writing in a flowing and flowing manner, and soon the landscape took shape.
Seeing that the young master did not answer, the middle-aged man said worriedly: "There are rumors outside that the prince was assassinated and disappeared. Why did he come to us?"
"I heard that the relationship between the prince and the Xie family is tense. If the Xie family knew about this, they wouldn't think that our Wang family was colluding with the prince, right?"
"Why do I feel that the prince came to our place on purpose? He just wanted to provoke a fight between the two families so that he could reap the benefits."
With the last stroke of the stroke, a landscape painting took shape. The young man looked at the painting on the table, with a normally indifferent face showing no sign of satisfaction or dissatisfaction.
Putting the pen down and raising his head, the skylight shone in from the outside, making the face that did not look like a mortal even more extraordinary. There was no one else with this kind of appearance except Wang Jingzhi, the prince of the Wang family.
Wang Jingzhi does not have too many worries or worries: "The storm has arrived, and no one can survive alone."
The Xie family is not greedy enough, and the Wang family needs a foothold. Regardless of whether there is a prince in the middle, this game has reached the point where it has to go.
A refined and elegant middle-aged man walked in. He was surrounded by the reserve of a scholar and the majestic aura of a man who had been an official for many years.
"Father."
Wang Jingzhi quickly saluted.
Wang Wendao nodded and waved for the others to retreat. Then he walked over and looked at the still-dry paintings on the table with admiration in his eyes: "Your painting skills are becoming more and more proficient, but it's a pity..."
It's a pity that the king didn't say anything after hearing the truth, but the father and son knew it well.
A picture of mountains and rivers on one side is as majestic and domineering as a picture of mountains and rivers thousands of miles away.
Wang Jingzhi was a proud man of heaven and a leader among scholars, but because he was born too high and received too much, he lacked desire and ambition.
Aloof, arrogant, arrogant, and disdainful of worldly things.
It sounds like the relegated immortals and gods are not stained by the mortal world, but he is a mortal person and eats human grains. How can he be truly otherworldly?
All his arrogance and dignity are based on the fact that he is the legitimate son of the Wang family. If he were not born in the Wang family, what would he do to be noble?
Since you have enjoyed the Wang family's misfortune, you have the responsibility to shoulder the rise and fall of the Wang family.
"After you leave next autumn, there will be no escape from the storm outside. The second and third princes are not enough, and the sixth prince is sick and weak. The ones who can compete are the eldest prince, the fourth prince, and the seventh prince. You decide for yourself.
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This is not a matter of changing emperors and choosing a faction. It represents the fate of the Wang family in the next few decades and is also the first test for the next head of the Wang family, Wang Jingzhi.
As a minister, the first big question is to choose a king.
The Wang family has integrity and disdains the team to camp openly, but they must have a goal in mind instead of blindly rushing forward.
Wang Jingzhi raised his eyes: "What about the prince?" There were so many princes, but Wang Wendao missed him alone.
"Prince?" Wang Wendao sighed meaningfully: "He is the most likely winner and the most likely loser. If you were the prince three years ago, your father would advise you to think twice, but now I can tell you for sure that I
Disagree."
With cruel and powerful methods and an unfathomable city, if he is a wise king, he will definitely be a talented overlord of a generation. If he is a faint king, he will definitely be a disaster for the world.
Of course, the premise is that the prince can survive until that time.
The youngest seven princes have all grown up, and all forces are ready to take action. No matter how far the fight for the throne ends, the person sitting on the throne of the prince must be the one who sacrificed the flag.
And if the prince survives to the end, he will definitely have to walk through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. How can such a monarch be controlled by a person like Wang Jingzhi who has no desires and desires?
However, these assumptions are too far-fetched. You must know that today's saints claim to be benevolent and wise, but in fact they are narrow-minded and their methods are not kind.
An upright emperor in his prime, a young dragon that grew up too fast