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Zhao Wujiang stared at King Xiaoyao who was approaching slowly on horseback. He was silent for two breaths and said calmly:
"Master Liu, are you here to greet King Xiaoyao?"
Liu Zhe shook his head and smiled:
"I just came to see how Xuanyuan Yuheng has changed over the years..."
"Although I have only been in the court for a short period of time, I heard that the prince has always been benevolent." Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep.
"Maybe..." Liu Zhe smiled meaningfully.
King Xiaoyao had already approached on horseback. Liu Zhe bowed slightly and raised his hand in salute:
"Your Majesty."
Zhao Wujiang also raised his hand to salute.
"Master Liu has devoted himself to Daxia and worked hard for decades. He is truly a minister." King Xiaoyao sat on the horse and reached out to gently lift Liu Zhe's saluting arm:
"I travel around the world without asking about political affairs. I feel deeply ashamed when I see Mr. Liu's gray hair and cannot bear to pay homage to me."
As for Zhao Wujiang, King Xiaoyao didn't even look at him.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Liu Zhe said with a smile on his face, and he saluted:
"Your Majesty, the Emperor is still waiting for you."
King Xiaoyao's eyes flickered, and he blamed himself slightly: "I am the king who has slacked off..."
Then he squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse quickened its pace and ran towards Honglu Temple.
The courtiers who welcomed King Xiaoyao swarmed behind him.
Zhao Wujiang surrendered to Liu Zhe, and Liu Zhe did what he wanted for him, but Liu Zhe was different from him.
Liu Zhe was a veteran of the three dynasties of Great Xia and was now a third-rank official. Although he was equivalent to the official rank of the Six Ministers, he was actually more than half a step higher.
He directly stated that the emperor was waiting for King Xiaoyao, but in fact he was urging King Xiaoyao.
Liu Zhe was not afraid of offending King Xiaoyao in this matter. Firstly, King Xiaoyao had a generous and benevolent image in the hearts of many ministers. Secondly, he, Liu Zhe, had a high enough official position and seniority.
And he also protected Zhao Wujiang in disguise. There are many things that Zhao Wujiang can't talk about now.
"I have met too many people in my life." Liu Zhe put his hands in his sleeves and said meaningfully with kind eyes and a kind face:
"Poor old man, I have such an old bone, it's so hard to raise my hand so high, even Xuanyuan Yuheng doesn't know how to dismount...
Traveling all over the world, he came to Beijing to congratulate him, but he came back at noon.
His horse is really slacking off..."
Zhao Wujiang raised his eyebrows slightly, and instantly understood the meaning of Liu Zhe's words.
If King Xiaoyao was truly benevolent, he would not sit high on his horse and look down on his ministers.
Similarly, he knew that he had won the political support of many ministers, but he rushed to the east city gate at noon to let hundreds of officials come to greet him, thus missing the auspicious time for his wedding.
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At a quarter past noon, all the officials finally gathered in the Pingkang Hall of Honglu Temple.
The empress and the Moon Worshiping Princess performed a ceremony to worship the ancestors of heaven and earth and to inform the people of Li.
After a full hour, the ceremony was completed and the officials had a banquet.
The Moon Worshiping Princess was escorted by the imperial army and the honor guard to the harem. A palace in the harem had already been divided and given to her.
She covered her head and waited patiently. She was going to sleep with the emperor tonight.
Hundreds of officials exchanged cups in the banquet hall, and many officials flattered and toasted to King Xiaoyao.
King Xiaoyao was so harmonious that he did not reject anyone who came, and he drank with his ministers, and he was in the limelight for a while.
Honglu Temple Minister saluted from table to table. He first saluted the emperor, then King Xiaoyao, and then his colleagues.
Dugu Yihe drank the wine lightly, with deep eyes, and the minister of Honglu Temple came to offer a toast. The two drank a drink together. The minister of Honglu Temple opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was stopped by his eyes.
The old fox Liu Zhe laughed and drank while pouring himself a cup, and from time to time he would salute Xuanyuan Jing with a cup.
But the majesty and frost on the empress's face never retreated. Her uncle came to the capital without being summoned, and his brilliance overshadowed her too much.
Zhao Wujiang softly comforted the empress, raised his glass and came to Dugu Yihe's side.
When Dugu Yihe saw the visitor, a smile appeared on his face.
Zhao Wujiang has made great contributions to the Dugu family. He has a clean background, a good nature, and is quite talented and has a promising future. In his heart, he has regarded Zhao Wujiang as a confidant of the Dugu family.
"Master Dugu seems to have something on his mind." Zhao Wujiang finished the glass of wine.
"The Zhao family has some connections with the Dugu family. If you don't mind, just call me uncle." Dugu Yihe said with a smile:
"I'm not the only one who's worried...
Your Majesty, Liu Zhe, and you, don’t you all have them? "
"Then my nephew is disrespectful." Zhao Wujiang clasped his fists, carefully considered his words, and asked the doubts in his heart:
"Uncle, my nephew overheard someone mentioning that five years ago, there were great changes in the DPRK..."
Dugu Yihe's eyes trembled and he said meaningfully:
"Are you shaken?"
Zhao Wujiang shook his head firmly:
"I do not believe."
Dugu Yihe smiled faintly and pointed at Liu Zhe, who was drinking by his side:
"You and Liu Zhe are both extremely smart people.
But you have lived many years less than him, so you are a little less understanding and thorough about worldly affairs. "
He patted Zhao Wujiang on the shoulder:
"No matter whether the matter is true or false, we should stand on the side of the Holy One. This is not only for the loyalty of the ministers, but also for the righteousness of the people!"
Dugu Yihe's voice gradually became hoarse, and gradually revealed a chilling air:
"Besides, do you think Xuanyuan Yuheng, who is standing behind the Imperial Hospital and the Ministry of Household Affairs, can be orthodox?"
Zhao Wujiang's pupils shrank violently. He raised his eyes in disbelief and saw Dugu Yihe's eyes as deep as the sea.
