Yang Fu's eyes narrowed.
He immediately reacted quickly.
He looked at Zhao Ding with a playful smile and said flatteringly: "My lord, do you mean you can't swallow this piece of fat in large quantities?"
Zhao Ding glanced at Yang Fu, yawned and said lazily: "Don't believe the rumors, don't spread the rumors, old master, it's you who said this, I didn't say it, huh?"
"Forehead....."
Yang Fu's words immediately stuck in his throat.
I can't say it, and I can't swallow it.
All in all, I felt a little uncomfortable holding it back.
He wanted to be the prime minister for three dynasties, so why couldn't he get around this little thing?
Suddenly I felt a little hot and embarrassed on my old face.
After thinking for a while, Yang Fu raised his head again and looked at Zhao Ding and asked with a flattering face: "Then Prince, what should we do next?"
"What to do? Of course it's eating, drinking and having fun."
"ah?"
Listening to Zhao Ding's words, Yang Fu was stunned again.
Zhao Ding corrected him: "Oh, no, let's give Emperor Liang another memorial."
"Why are you submitting a memorial?"
Yang Fu was a little confused.
For a moment, I couldn't figure out what Zhao Ding wanted to do.
"Then it's natural to resign."
Lu Tao looked at Yang Fu with a smile.
"Please resign?"
Yang Fu was startled again, but this time he reacted quickly. His old face smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he quickly said to Zhao Ding: "Yes, please resign. I will resign now. I will personally deliver the memorial."
Yang Fu laughed loudly.
Xiao Daocheng wanted to sit on both sides and gain benefits from both sides, but Zhao Ding's resignation was directly equivalent to putting Xiao Daocheng on the fire.
Anyway, you, Daliang, can't take the benefits that Dayu gives, and it's not certain whether what Dayu gives is a benefit or a poisonous benefit.
Under such circumstances.
It was like throwing the problem to Xiao Daocheng again.
The benefits of forming an alliance with Da Qian may not be as great as those of Da Yu, but the advantage is more practical. But if we still go to the dark side with Da Yu.
Then there is no certainty that Beiliang will follow the old path of Nanchen!
In the final analysis, everything was due to the lack of national strength in Beiliang, not that Da Yu or Da Qian wanted to plot against him.
But the question is, if Beiliang's national power was at its peak, why would it end up like this?
Yang Fu quickly took out a paper and pen from his sleeve, and directly placed it on the low table inside the carriage. As the carriage swayed slightly, he quickly wrote a farewell memorial on the paper.
Zhao Ding also admired him. After all, he was the chief minister of the three dynasties. Under such circumstances, he could still write beautiful regular script on a bumpy carriage. This ability was far behind Zhao Ding.
No!
To be precise, I can't even catch up with him.
After all, even if there were no bumps, the words he wrote would be the same as those of a turtle crawling.
This was the only consensus reached by all the head teachers of Zhao Ding in the nine-year compulsory education system in his previous life, including the subsequent high schools...
"Is this the car of the Ninth Prince Zhao Qian in front of you?"
Just as the carriage was driving quickly in the direction of Dutingyi, in the dark alley ahead, a middle-aged man wearing servant clothes and holding a torch quickly walked out of the alley and stood in front of him. In front of Zhao Ding's carriage.
"Lü~~~~~"
The groom tightened his grip on the reins, and a rapid reining sound sounded outside the carriage.
The entire carriage shook violently.
But fortunately, it finally stopped.
Zhao Ding glanced at Zhang San.
The latter immediately opened the car curtain with understanding, stuck his head out and looked outside: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man wearing servant clothes and holding a torch said with a smile: "Brother, you don't need to ask me who I am. You just need to answer that the car in front of me belongs to the ninth prince Zhao Qian."
"Your Majesty?"
Zhang San turned his head and looked at Zhao Ding with some embarrassment.
"Where's the whip?"
Zhao Ding asked.
Although the groom was a little confused, he still subconsciously handed the riding whip to Zhao Ding.
Zhao Ding took the whip and slapped it directly on the buttocks of the black horse pulling the cart.
"hiss!"
A rapid hooting of horses sounded.
The carriage that had just stopped suddenly started to shake. The black horse was caught off guard, and the two hooves in front of it jumped up high.
The man was startled and hurriedly backed away.
Take advantage of his retreat.
The black horse pulled the carriage directly past the middle-aged man blocking the road and ran quickly in the direction of Dutingyi.
In the carriage, looking at the figure of the middle-aged man who had disappeared into the night, Zhao Ding snorted: "I'll get used to your faults!"
Zhang San, Lu Tao, and Yang Fu who had recovered from the shock were also speechless.
But although I don’t know the specific identity of that person.
But it can be vaguely guessed.
Not surprisingly, they were either people from Dayu, or the remnants of the Beiliang court who secretly defected to Dayu.
I have to say that the banquet at Baohe Hall has just ended.
Send people over now to contact their big gang members.
These people from Dayu really don’t take Beiliang seriously!
"Master, what about Zhao Ding?"
In the dark alley, the middle-aged man who had recovered from his shock looked fearfully in the direction in which Zhao Ding's carriage was leaving.
"knew."
In a dark alley.
A low and hoarse voice sounded.
Two figures, one tall and one short, slim and slender, slowly walked out of the dark alley.
If Zhao Ding were here, he would definitely recognize one of them. It was none other than the middle-aged man sitting next to Sun Lan and Hu Tiansheng at the banquet in Baohe Hall today.
At this moment, a short and fat old man stood next to this middle-aged man.
That low and hoarse voice sounded from the mouth of the short, fat old man.
"Brother Hu, it seems that Zhao Ding is not simple. I am afraid that even though he has not seen you and me, he has guessed our identities."
The short, fat old man looked at the tall, thin middle-aged man next to him with a gloomy expression.
"It's normal, it's normal. If Zhao Ding was really that simple, Taifu wouldn't have sent me to contact him in advance.
Don't be in a hurry, just wait. There will come a time when Zhao Ding can't wait any longer. "
The tall, thin middle-aged man smiled coldly.
He immediately turned around and walked towards the shadow of the alley.
"yes."
Hearing what the middle-aged man said, the short, fat old man was at a loss for words, but he nodded after all.
He turned around and followed the tall, thin middle-aged man deeper into the alley.
"My lord, tell me, why are the people from Dayu coming to us now? If they deliberately want to show Xiao Daocheng, wouldn't it be better to visit you openly and openly in Dutingyi?"
Seeing Dutingyi getting closer and closer, Zhang San looked at the dark night behind him and couldn't help but ask.
"You already said that you deliberately wanted to show Xiao Daocheng that you could just visit him directly at Dutingyi. So why do you want to visit him directly and openly?"
Zhao Ding rolled his eyes.
"Forehead....."
Zhang San was immediately speechless.
Yes, it was impossible for Hu Tiansheng to think of things that he could think of, and it was even more impossible for Xiao Daocheng to think of them.
But everything seems to be getting more and more fun.
