...
"Colleagues, the current situation in the government is in chaos, and you and I feel a little too at ease with our backs against the big tree...
But if one day, the big tree gets up and leaves, what should you and I do? "
Zhang Tuizhi saw that the ministers' breathing was getting faster and their eyes began to twinkle. He finally said something serious.
"Let Zhao Wujiang give up his mansion!" the Minister of Household Affairs said harshly:
"This kind of mansion should be returned to the prince. How can it be owned by a scoundrel like Zhao Wujiang?"
"You're right!" shouted an official.
"Your Majesty is generous and benevolent, and treats you and me well. He is also knowledgeable about current affairs, knows ancient history, and has made great contributions to Daxia. If you and I do nothing, wouldn't we be able to break the prince's heart?"
"Brother Li is reasonable. We must not break the prince's heart. We must impeach the traitor named Zhao and let him return the mansion to the emperor!"
"..."
Zhang Tuizhi drank lightly, his worries relieved a lot. His eyes were dim and he said again:
"This man must die!
He must be impeached and killed to give the prince an explanation! "
"Yes, Mr. Zhang hit the nail on the head!" The Minister of Household Affairs continued Zhang Tuizhi's words:
"Zhao Wujiang is immoral and incompetent, and he occupied Xingqingyuan. This is a shame and a disgrace!
If Zhao Wujiang survives in the world, it will be a trampling on the love between the late emperor and the prince!
It is an insult to the prince! "
The officials suddenly became excited.
"After my banquet, I must write a document to impeach Zhao Wujiang until he dies!"
"Humph, not only this, but he, a little secretary, actually committed the crime of copying the minister of the Ministry of War. This kind of transgression is unprecedented in the laws of Daxia!"
"Brother Li's words are flawed. He is not worthy of being a secretary! Don't forget that he was born an eunuch!"
"That is, if the parents who bear the consequences of their body and skin would rather cut off the roots of their children and grandchildren, then they are an unfilial person. Are such unfilial and incomplete people worthy of joining the court and managing political affairs?"
"Kill him!"
"Drop him into the abyss and spit on his bones and blood!"
"I will submit a letter to the court tomorrow morning. Can any of my colleagues follow me?"
"I!"
"Old man!"
"I will also write a book of impeachment!"
"..."
The officials were furious.
Someone casually said:
"Zhao Wujiang is favored by the emperor. If the emperor..."
"The emperor is the king of a country. The emperor will understand what is important and what is minor!" At Zhang Tuizhi's signal, the minister of household affairs stood up and spoke again:
“Moreover, you and I are of the same mind, advancing and retreating together!
Since ancient times, the emperor and his ministers have been harmonious. The emperor will not anger you or me, but will only put Zhao Wujiang in prison!
You know, Zhao Wujiang is just an eunuch. Will the emperor punish you and me for being an eunuch? "
"When the time comes, Prince Xiaoyao's residence will return, and you and I will understand our hearts better. Isn't it wonderful?"
The ministers nodded slowly.
"Comrades, you and I will advance and retreat together!"
"Submit a letter to impeach Zhao Wujiang!"
"How can we allow eunuchs to disrupt the government if it is clear?"
"Let him die!"
"Kill him!"
"..."
Zhang Tuizhi nodded with satisfaction and breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly drank a glass of wine and finally tasted the wine.
For the past two days, his food and accommodation were tasteless, and he had been physically and mentally exhausted for a long time.
...
Kyoto, south of the city.
Dijiao Gang.
Anping took out a small bench and placed it next to the carriage. Xuanyuan Yuheng opened the curtain and stepped on the bench like a scholar with poetry and books in his belly.
"The word '蛟' is a good one."
Xuanyuan Yuheng looked up and looked at the plaque on the gate of the Dijiao Gang. The three words "Dijiao Gang" were very dignified and contained a strong sense of swordsmanship. It must have been written by Qi Lin, the leader of the gang himself.
"My lord, please stay." Seeing King Xiaoyao's extraordinary aura, the gatekeepers clasped their fists and said respectfully:
"I will go and inform the gang leader now."
Xuanyuan Yuheng nodded and the gang quickly ran into the house.
"Anping, which of these three words do you think is better?" Xuanyuan Yuheng asked with a smile.
"Jiao!" An Ping said respectfully, giving the same answer as King Xiaoyao.
"Yes, it's just a pity that it's a dragon..." Xuanyuan Yuheng smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes:
"What a pity, I am a dragon!"
He and Anping stepped into the house and welcomed the gang members who had returned from the news.
"Sir, the leader of the gang is here to invite you!" Everyone in the gang said respectfully.
Xuanyuan Yuheng smiled lightly:
"Anping."
"Yes." An Ping responded respectfully, and he cupped his fists toward the gang:
"Thank you!"
Just as the gatekeepers were about to return the gift, Anping stepped forward and pinched his neck. There was a click, his eyes opened angrily, his body went limp, and he no longer had the slightest breath.
Anping squeezed the gang to death like a chicken, casually let go of his hand, and let the corpse fall heavily to the ground.
Then, he took a big step and kept up with the pace of the gentle Xuanyuan Yuheng.
