"I am very happy that you can think so." Ji Dong looked serious:
"But I don't like your choice of words."
The flattering smile on Yang Bingen's face stiffened for a moment.
King Qing's speaking habits had always been like this, so he didn't care, but was there something wrong with the words he just used?
"Glory should not be used on me or you." Ji Dong had a head full of black and white hair, combed neatly and meticulously:
“Glory belongs to Dazhou.
What I, the King, and you all have is just luck and luck. "
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for waking me up, and I will teach you." Yang Bingen nodded seriously, like a child receiving instructions from his elders.
He also exchanged pleasantries with several other princes and marquises.
Only then did everyone officially have their meal.
At lunch, the eight people exchanged some of their opinions with each other, and united as one in the court to help the prince.
The not-so-lively luncheon came to an end with small talk, and everyone went to the living room again.
Ji Dong, who looked peaceful, sat on a wooden chair, drinking hot tea and savoring it carefully. Soon, he frowned again and said in a deep voice:
"The king is very happy with the luncheon you prepared.
But your current tea is too new and I don’t like it. "
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no? Is this person talking so strangely?
Zhao Wujiang's face remained calm, but he couldn't help complaining in his heart.
Today, at dawn and with the winter mist, he got up early and went to the palace to attend the morning court.
In today's morning meeting, the prince and he will report on the recent government affairs, Emperor Ji Tang will comment, and carry out the final governance in the last moments.
And today, some old princes and old marquises will return to the imperial city for an audience.
He met an old man who blocked his way.
After searching in his mind, he roughly knew that this old man was Ji Dong, Ji Tang's younger brother.
If he hadn't gotten the light ball containing a lot of information from Zhang Xukun, he would have known that the old man in front of him was Ji Tang's biological brother.
Under normal circumstances, he would have thought that this was an elder of Ji Tang, who looked too old.
As an old prince who did not often visit the capital, Ji Dong said threatening words to him as soon as he came up:
"Uncle Huang is very happy that you can grow up.
But you covet the throne, and the emperor doesn't like it. "
It seems that he is a person of the prince's lineage and a supporter of the prince.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head. Since he was a supporter of the prince and directly showed hostility, what else could he pretend to do?
He glanced around. The other courtiers were discussing among themselves, waiting to go to court. There were people near him and Ji Dong looking over, but no one came over without knowing what was going on.
He said calmly:
"Lao Deng, I'm very happy that you can come to court.
But if you beep more, I don’t like it.
Where to cool down, where to stay.
Do you see the six royal beads on the crown of my head?
One more and I could crush you to death. "
Ji Dong looked confused for a moment. He was the younger brother of the current Holy Emperor and a highly respected elder of the Ji family. Ji Bochang, the heir of the Ji family in front of him, actually dared to talk to him like this?
Anger welled up in his heart, and just as he was about to speak, someone grabbed his neck, and he felt a powerful aura lingering around him, condensing and not dissipating.
Zhao Wujiang supported Ji Dong's back like a junior supporting an elder, but an invisible aura lingered around the two of them.
"Old man, you should act like an old man and live your retirement life peacefully." Zhao Wujiang didn't care. After all, he even beat up Ji Tang. What should Ji Tang's younger brother have to be afraid of?
What's more, even if he shows favor to Ji Dong, even if he doesn't care about Ji Dong's threatening words, since Ji Dong is on the side of the prince, he is destined to deal with him.
Then he doesn't need to be polite.
He smiled lightly and said:
“Those who meddle in other people’s business will not live long.
It's best not to stand up in the morning.
Otherwise, you will regret it. "
Ji Dong was trembling all over, not because of fear, but because of anger. He kept scolding his unworthy descendants in his heart, and he kept criticizing with words and writings.
"Wear more clothes when it's cold. Why are you pretending to be a young man?" Zhao Wujiang supported Ji Dong, looking like an uncle and a nephew:
"Let's go to court."
