The Strongest Myth of Godless Emperor

Chapter 7 Take what you need, Millennium blood ginseng

Hearing this, Zhou Wushuang's eyes fixed on the bag on the table, he knew that it definitely contained Zhou Wuqing's information, even the latter's plan to kill him was included.

But this thing is a hot potato, if he takes it, then he must become the sword in Zhou Wuque's hands, even if he is not willing, he must do it in order to protect himself.

But once he makes a move, Zhou Wuqing will definitely be targeted by all the princes, including Zhou Wuque in front of him, because the road to the succession is destined to be bloody, and death is inevitable.

"Thank you Seventh Brother!"

After pondering for a while, Zhou Wushuang reached out and picked up the bag from the table, and said.

Seeing this, Zhou Wuque smiled, folded the folding fan in his hand, waved his hand and said, "Wen Hou, you go out and guard!"

"Yes!"

It should be a suit, and Wen Hou, who was manifested by Zhou Wuque, turned around and walked out of the box.

For a while, there were only two brothers Zhou Wushuang and Zhou Wuque left in the box, their eyes met each other, and a trace of chill quietly rose in the air.

After a long time, Zhou Wuque took the lead and said, "Brother Thirteen, first look at the information on Old Twelve!"

Nodding his head, Zhou Wushuang was not polite, since he picked up the bag, the two sides had reached a consensus.

time!

The bag was opened, and a small book was revealed immediately, and Zhou Wushuang's pupils shrank suddenly when he reached out to take out the small book and opened it.

On the small book, all the information about the Twelfth Prince Zhou Wuqing was recorded, including who he was in contact with, how many civil servants and generals were behind him, and even how many strong folks he had secretly raised over the years.

When the small book turned to the last page, Zhou Wushuang's complexion suddenly became gloomy, and there was a record on it:

In the year of Yichou, on July [-]th, the twelfth prince and Su Daji had a secret meeting in the southern outskirts of the city, and a dead man was summoned that afternoon. Two days later, it disappeared mysteriously, as if it had never appeared before.

Snapped!
Closing the small book, Zhou Wushuang's eyes shot with murderous intent, and he thought to himself: "Zhou Wuqing, I finally let me find you, we will never end this matter!"

"Thirteenth brother, what are you going to do?"

At this time, Zhou Wuque's voice resounded.

Following the prestige, Zhou Wuque was sitting there with a smile on his face, drinking with a folding fan in one hand and a wine glass in the other.

Pupils shrank, Zhou Wushuang took a deep look at Zhou Wuque, and after a long time, he uttered a word: "Kill!"

Hearing this, Zhou Wuque smiled even wider, slowly put down the wine glass in his hand and stood up, saying, "Okay, four days later will be your coming-of-age ceremony, just open your mouth, and I will help you!"

Hearing this, Zhou Wushuang's eyes flashed, he knew very well that Zhou Wuque was using him, but the twelve prince Zhou Wuqing had to get rid of, otherwise he would be the one who died.

Of course, he would not choose to be used by Zhou Wuque in vain, he was not in the habit of being a pawn.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Wushuang looked at Zhou Wuque and said, "Seventh brother, after the coming-of-age ceremony, I want to stay in the capital."

Frowning slightly, Zhou Wuque glanced at Zhou Wushuang, and then fell into deep thought.

"Can!"

After a long time, Zhou Wuque raised his head and said, he stood up again and said, "I will mobilize my strength to recommend you to stay in the capital, success or failure is up to you."

"call!"

Feeling relieved, Zhou Wushuang cupped his fists and saluted, "Thank you, Brother Seven!"

At this moment, a high-pitched voice resounded outside the private room: "The following is the auction of a thousand-year-old blood ginseng. The auction reserve price is 50 gold. Now the auction begins!"

Hearing this, Zhou Wushuang's expression changed.

Thousand-year-old blood ginseng, which can barely be regarded as a treasure of heaven and earth, if he can get it, he is absolutely sure that he can break through the foundation-building realm in one fell swoop.

At the same time, the price calls of the dignitaries in the royal palace resounded: "51 gold!"

"56 gold!"

"..."

"60 gold!"

In the blink of an eye, the price of that thousand-year-old blood ginseng had climbed to 60 gold. Although there were fewer competitors, it was still climbing.

At this moment, Zhou Wuqing's voice resounded in the opposite box; "70 gold!"

In an instant, the bustling auction venue became quiet. Zhou Wuqing's voice could still be heard by those dignitaries in the royal palace. For a while, the bidding stopped abruptly.

Seeing this, Zhou Wushuang's eyes sparkled, and while thoughts were spinning in his mind, the corner of his mouth turned up to look at Zhou Wuque and said, "Seventh brother, do me a favor!"

"You want to fight?"

Casting a glance at Zhou Wushuang, Zhou Wuque said with great interest.

Nodding his head without doubt, Zhou Wushuang said indifferently: "I don't want to see that guy get what he wants, but it's really embarrassing to see that the funds are clumsy."

Indeed, Zhou Wushuang only has 69 gold in his whole body, which was collected from Li Kui.

After all, all the properties of the Thirteenth Prince's Mansion were under Cui Zhu's control, except for some money for daily expenses, all of them had flowed into the hands of the Eighth Prince Zhou Xingzhe.

"Little thing!"

Smiling lightly, Zhou Wuque said, "One million gold! Please give me some face!"

As soon as this remark came out, the entire auction was in an uproar, not only because Zhou Wuque suddenly raised the price by 30 gold, but also because Zhou Wuque himself would bid at this time.

And both sides are princes, but Zhou Wuque is one of the nine kings, but Zhou Wuqing is not.

Inside the opposite van, Zhou Wuqing's originally determined expression froze, looked at the opposite van, and said with a grim expression; "Zhou Wuque, he is there!"

Beside Zhou Wuqing, a woman wearing a veil is also slightly frowning at this moment, she doesn't know what she is thinking, but at this moment, a jade bead that she is playing with is quietly cracked.

Under such circumstances, the auctioneer on the main stage was stunned for a moment, then immediately knocked down the gavel in his hand and said, "Since His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince speaks, then this thousand-year-old blood ginseng will naturally belong to the Seventh Prince!"

In the private room, Zhou Wuque smiled lightly, turned his head to look at Zhou Wushuang and said, "Thirteenth Brother, are you going to fetch it yourself or shall I send Wen Hou to fetch it for you?"

Hearing this, Zhou Wushuang narrowed his eyes, and he knew that Zhou Wuque was hinting at him.

However, he was not afraid. Ever since he knew that the person who assassinated his predecessor was Zhou Wuqing, he had no way out, and if he wanted to stay after the coming-of-age ceremony, he had to cooperate with the Seventh Prince.

At this point, Zhou Wushuang immediately said: "Little brother, go and get it, it happens that the matter has been finished, and it's time for the little brother to go back!"

"Seventh brother, farewell!"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Wushuang turned around and walked towards the door of the box.

quack-

The door of the box opened, and Zhou Wushuang walked out under the eyes of everyone in the auction venue, and walked straight to the high platform where the auctioneer was.

In the next second, there was an uproar in the upper three floors: "It's actually the thirteenth prince!"

"How come, isn't the person who called the price just now the Seventh Prince?"

"Could it be that the Seventh Prince and the Thirteenth Prince..."

　PS: Seventh prince Zhou Wuque's real character: Renzhong Lu Bu, myth enhanced version

　　
　
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