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In the hearts of most of the uninformed courtiers, King Xiaoyao is a good prince who is generous and benevolent, considerate and caring for the people, and understands the current situation and understands political affairs.
Under the weak situation of Daxia in recent years, these courtiers believed that the only way to support the building was to let Prince Xiaoyao participate in the court affairs and manage political affairs together.
There are also some courtiers who were manipulated or poisoned and controlled by King Xiaoyao, or they were unable to be promoted in the current court situation and were promised by King Xiaoyao to stand on his side.
So now many courtiers have written memorials and petitions for orders.
The empress knew very well that once King Xiaoyao started to interfere with the affairs of the court, he would lead the wolf into the house and bring about his own destruction.
She will not compromise at all on this matter!
But facing more and more voices from courtiers, it was difficult for her to suppress them for a while.
"Alas..." When she thought of this, the empress sighed faintly. As soon as she sighed, she heard a gentle voice coming from outside the royal study. This voice was very familiar to her and she missed it a little.
"Who is this? Why are you so unhappy?"
The door was pushed open, and Zhao Wujiang stood at the door with a smile on his face, raising his eyebrows and looking at the empress.
"Zhao Wujiang?" When the empress saw this handsome figure in ink-clad clothes, her eyebrows suddenly stretched, and indescribable emotions surged in her heart. She quickly stood up, but felt that she lacked restraint and majesty, so she hurriedly sat down on the wooden chair. , the tone should be as calm as possible:
"How about... going here?"
"Blessed by the Holy One, it's quite satisfactory." Zhao Wujiang was as gentle as jade and came to the empress' side.
The empress was delighted, with a long-lost smile on her lips: "Did you get it?"
"That's natural." Zhao Wujiang's cheeks flashed with pride, and then he stared into the empress's eyes.
Although the empress's face was disguised, her eyes were not blocked.
Her eyes were clear and majestic, and stars were flowing like the deep night sky.
It's just that the stars have probably dried up a few years ago, and now only a few lone stars remain, just like she was alone all these years.
"Sorrow is like a river of spring water, and the stagnation has melted into the brow. Tsk tsk, I said Xuanyuan Jing, could it be that I have been away for just a few days and you miss me too much?" Zhao Wujiang joked with a smile.
The empress felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Zhao Wujiang's hot eyes, and was inadvertently touched by Zhao Wujiang's joking words, and her face turned red.
She coughed dryly, pretending to be dignified, and said in a deep voice:
"I'm just worried that you won't be able to defeat King Xiaoyao...and that he will...take away that...that secret book.
And now, there are quite a few ministers in the court who are on the side of King Xiaoyao. Many ministers are trying to support me and keep submitting memorials, which puts me in a bit... a dilemma..."
The empress expressed her sorrow and breathed a sigh of relief quietly. During the days when Zhao Wujiang was away, she could only hold it in her heart, unable to find anyone to talk to and relieve her depression.
The empress had mentioned this matter to Zhao Wujiang before, but at that time only one or two people among the ministers had such symptoms, but now more and more people have begun to write letters asking for orders.
Most of the content of the memorial is nothing more than describing the current weakness of Daxia, and then praising King Xiaoyao to the sky, saying that he is the best candidate to stabilize the court situation, and asking the emperor to allow him to join the court to manage the situation together. political affairs.
It's easy to deal with this matter... Zhao Wujiang rubbed his fingers, confident that as long as King Xiaoyao's reputation becomes bad, the matter will be solved naturally.
To make King Xiaoyao famous, Zhao Wujiang has already chosen one. He has sent a letter to Li Yuanzheng, asking him to spread the identity of King Xiaoyao, the leader of the Qianlong Sect and the Faceless Man.
This matter only needs a day or two for it to spread throughout the world and reach the temples, and the reputation of King Xiaoyao will plummet to the ground.
At that time, they can suppress the ministers who are on the side of King Xiaoyao, or let them know their way back, or reduce their arrogance to shake up the situation of the court.
"I can make them stop mentioning this matter." Zhao Wujiang smiled gently,
"You?" The empress was confused, then shook her head and said seriously:
"If I can't silence them or completely block their speech, how can you do it?
Is it possible that you want to burn them as memorials? Or tie their hands holding the pen?
Forget it, Zhao Wujiang, I know you want to share my worries, but you can't do this...
I will delay this matter..."
"You often see my strength at night, but it's a pity that you haven't experienced it and can't really feel it." Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled:
"How about you and I make another bet?"
The empress frowned, thinking of the strange fishy smell, her pretty face turned rosy. Now that Zhao Wujiang mentioned the bet again, she couldn't help but sigh lightly and didn't answer.
"Old rules, if I lose, I will let you do whatever you want! I will never frown." Zhao Wujiang's voice was deep and magnetic, like a night demon bewitching the world:
"And if you lose, you let me..."
He leaned down and whispered devilishly in the empress' ear.
The empress' pretty face suddenly turned red:
"I don't agree!"
"Son of Da Xia, I never thought that I would be so cowardly!" Zhao Wujiang looked heartbroken.
A majestic and arrogant person, the most provocative person. The empress' breathing became rapid for a moment. She opened her lips, pointed with her hands, and said angrily:
"Okay! If you ask the officials not to mention Xuanyuan Yuheng's involvement in the court, what's the point of me fulfilling my bet?"
