"Pass on Gu's order to capture Ji Tuan alive and surround Baili's house with soldiers."
"Don't the Supervisor Tiansi need to take care of it?" Yideng Canwei was startled. He could understand why Ji Tuan was captured alive, but he didn't quite understand that soldiers surrounded Baili's house but left the Supervisor Tiansi alone.
If soldiers surrounded Baili's family and constantly monitored Tiansi's dealings, then if something happened to Baili's family, Tiansi would definitely come back to help.
With its many years of foundation, I am afraid that the water depth in it is as deep as anywhere else.
Wouldn't it be too risky to do this?
Jian Wanfeng knew what he was thinking and knew that he was loyal to the Lord, so he didn't care about his transgression. Instead, he looked up and softened a lot.
Of course, he wasn't all there for Yideng Can.
Rather, take this opportunity to establish a good reputation for your kindness. It doesn't matter whether the ministers believe it or not. What matters is what the people think when the matter is spread.
Said: "The wise help the wise, but the fool does not notice.
Gu Ruo is too detailed? Baili fleeting time will inevitably lead to suspicion and resistance. On the contrary, with the shrewdness of hundreds of years, I will definitely act cautiously. "
Hearing this, Yideng Can nodded.
Anyway, that's true.
He said: "Then who is more suitable to send? In addition, if the soldiers are sent out from two families, they will inevitably attract attention from the dark. And should King Yong's side take precautions early?"
After all, this man has one hundred thousand troops.
Even though there were a lot of losses last time, with King Yong's years of management, one hundred thousand is only a rough number, and it may be more than this number in private.
If something happens, you can't just let it go.
If you don't check it at all, the situation will not be optimistic.
If they take the opportunity to launch an attack, wouldn't we be just trying to fetch water from a bamboo basket, in vain?
In the end, he ended up being a smelly person who made people laugh and scold him.
Jian Wanfeng said: "My dear friends, do you have any good ideas?"
"No, no, I am too foolish to think about God's eventualities."
All the ministers refused and said all the good things they said.
In my heart, I was cursing heaven and earth. It seemed that there was no good banquet, and there was something in the words. If I really take the fight, I'm afraid I don't know how I will die.
Fortunately, they used to think that Baililiu's old woman was cunning and Wen Zai was arrogant and unkind. Only he, Jian Wanfeng, was elegant, easy-going, humble and moderate.
But looking at it now, it’s true that the Baililiu Nian girl is cunning, and Wen Zai’s prowess is true. But this guy is the ruthless character, the tough guy.
"Yeah?"
"Yes Yes Yes."
A group of people nodded hurriedly with pale faces, but suddenly thought something was wrong. If the other party is willing to believe it, it will be easy to talk to him.
Discuss all matters in a grand manner in front of everyone. If they are easy to talk to, are their good days coming to an end?
Suddenly, someone pushed aside the crowd.
He hurriedly knelt down under the palace steps, and then kowtowed.
Lying on the ground, he hesitated to please and fear.
Said: "God... God, we are all incompetent, you... you won't be able to see... one of us, right?"
"Won't."
"Really...really?"
"You have no joke."
Upon hearing this, the man was overjoyed.
He didn't bother to kowtow and thank him. He just stood up, patted his clothes and walked towards his colleagues, saying: "Let me just say, Lord Tiantian is still easy to talk to, and he won't be the same as us. This special matter must be left to..."
But before he could finish speaking, Jian Wanfeng turned to the jade-faced judge and said, "Check, what is the official position of this lord? What is his salary?"
"What are you doing?" The man was shocked and wanted to stop something, but everything seemed to be beyond his expectation.
The jade-faced judge raised his hand and held a book in his arms. He flipped through a few pages and searched for a few lines, and finally found the answer in a corner.
He said: "Your Majesty, we have found it.
Mr. Zhuo is the minister of the Ministry of Rites.
His teacher was once..."
"What is it?"
"He is the enlightenment mentor of His Highness King Yong."
Hearing this,
Jian Wanfeng's eyes grew cold, and he looked at Minister Zhuo and said, "Who is Zhuo Tianfang?"
Zhuo Shilang's heart sank, he raised his hands in fear and secretly said, "It's my father."
"Is the Qing family an only son?"
"Why do you ask this, Lord?"
"Where is your father now?"
"exist."
"Oh? If you don't serve as an official in the court, how can you live in the palace?"
"I take pleasure in teaching and educating people, and I have three thousand students."
"Where are the three thousand students now?"
"Most of them make a living as teachers, and some of them are in private schools.
"very good."
"My lord?" "
Suddenly, Jian Wan said in a cold voice: "Judge."
"I'm here."
"Quickly go to Zhuo Mansion and take Zhuo Tianfang to Baode Hall, Zhuo Mansion's relatives to Mingtai Courtyard, and the other three thousand disciples. No one is allowed to be released."
"yes."
Hearing this, Minister Zhuo was dumbfounded.
I don't know why this disaster happened. Ji Ji wanted to defend himself, but Yi Deng Can didn't give him a chance.
He raised his Zen staff and spit out vermillion, scolding: "Be honest."
"I……"
"How dare you, Your Majesty, call me that? Is this Master Zhuo's tutor?"
I... this..., Zhuo Shilang really wanted to explain and wanted to know what was going on. But right now, it seems that whenever he opens his mouth, he is wrong.
He wanted a few colleagues with whom he had good relationships to say a few nice words to save him from a temporary crisis. However, when those colleagues saw that the limelight was not right, they immediately distanced themselves from each other.
Leaving him alone and helpless.
As if this was intentional, Jian Wanfeng began to close his eyes and meditate in the main hall.
Time passed like that, but at first the ministers could bear it. Later on, it slowly becomes inoperable, and there are all kinds of weird postures.
Either clamping or twisting.
But no matter what, no one who interrupts the throne is sleeping.
But as time went by, this matter never came to an end.
The first person who couldn't hold on was Zhuo Shilang. He didn't have much cultivation or real talent. But relying on his father Zhuo Tianfang's relationship, he easily got a job as the Minister of Etiquette Dangdang.
He had no idea what the Ministry of Etiquette actually did every day, so he just ran to the Ministry of Etiquette every day, had a few drinks, and that was how he passed the day.
It's not that no one under the Ministry of Rites complained, but it was just that my arms couldn't twist someone's thigh.
In fact, every system in Yuhaitian is similar. Each has its own faction, each has its own reliance. For example, Zhuo Shilang relied on his father, Zhuo Taifu.
Master Zhuo relied on King Yong’s enlightenment mentor.
Although he has not been in the court for many years, he can still sell three points of thin noodles based on his accumulation over the past many years.
To say how good Master Zhuo's knowledge is, it is more or less practical knowledge. Otherwise, I would not choose to enlighten the prince, but how good his character is is a matter of opinion.
Apart from these three thousand disciples, it is not like he has never taught anyone in the past. But after leaving Zhuo Mansion, no disciple has ever gone back.
It is said that he is ashamed to speak.
It is also said that Master Zhuo was very strict.
His teaching methods are also very unpretentious and he will scold those who are disobedient. If he didn't obey, he slapped him in the face. If you don't obey again, you will be forced to stand and not allowed to move.
Whether today is like a catharsis or a constant flow of feces and urine, it all depends on fate.
But all this was kept strictly hidden by the Zhuo Mansion. Unless a few brave students revealed it, outsiders would have no way of knowing. Most students from various families are afraid of being harsh and afraid of bringing shame to their families, so they often hide it.
That's why not many people know.
Or maybe I knew it, but I tolerated it because of my face.
It was not until later that the news reached Lingwu Garden that he, the official Taifu, would be transferred from Ruijin Palace.
Master Zhuo felt that he had lost face, so Qiuxian Buyue allowed him to resign and go into seclusion because of his advanced age.
Xian Buyue originally didn't want to let it go easily, but instead thought of making a fuss.
It would have a bad influence on King Yong, so he agreed to it.
In this way, he has been teaching people to read at home to pass the time these years.
Three Thousand Students started at this time.
Most of those who come to Yuhaitianhui to study and seek fame are those who have no talent for cultivation and no financial background. Those with talent will devote themselves to the road, and those with background will have family management, so they don't have to worry about it.
Just them and nothing.
Some people just have a heart that respects teachers and Taoism.
However, there are more than tens of thousands of people in the world.
There are very few people who are worthy of being a teacher.
When Master Zhuo was being dragged to the Baode Hall, one Buddha ascended to heaven and two Buddhas were born, barely suffocated by the smell of feces and urine. He was hunched over and gagging.
Glancing over, he happened to see his son's incompetent appearance.
He immediately stepped forward, kicked him, and cursed: "You bastard, have you read the book into the dog's belly?
Your father asked you to work in the Ministry of Etiquette, but he didn't ask you to be embarrassed here. "
By chance, Minister Zhuo fell into the dirt on the ground. When he saw that his hands and sleeves were all stained with dirt, he immediately went crazy. Looking at his former colleagues, everything was spinning before his eyes.
Everyone pointed at him and scolded him, and everyone pointed at him and laughed.
Suddenly, he couldn't stand it anymore.
Until now, he has always been respected and sought after by others. How often has he made such a fool of himself?
Compared to being unable to control one's private parts in front of the entire court and peeing all over his pants, what does the shame of surrender mean? Compared to kissing me without asking what is right or wrong, what is the previous one?
Compared to this filthiness, what do you mean in the eyes of this old man?
Do you feel that you are just like these things and will never be welcomed by others?
Even looking at it, it seems dirty.
Master Zhuo was a little frightened by his son's craziness. Looking at how many of his former disciples covered their mouths and noses to watch the fun, he felt very ashamed and angry.
It can be said that there is a mouthful of old phlegm that won't come up and come down, and half of the body is almost numb.
The jade-faced judge quickly tapped a few of his large acupoints with quick eyes and hands, then stepped forward and kindly reminded him: "Teacher Zhuo, don't worry.
My son doesn't live up to his expectations, but there are people who live up to his expectations.
If you don’t believe it, look up. "
"What?" Master Zhuo couldn't believe it. He looked at the person on the throne with doubt. His throat was surging several times. He pointed at Jian Wanfeng and made gestures for a long time, unable to say a single word.
"He He……,"
"If you look again, what might you think of?"
"No……"
No, I don't want it.
don't want?
The jade-faced judge sneered and twisted his chin, forcing him to look at the throne, and said sternly: "I tell you to look at it, and you should look at it well.
There are three thousand students in Zhuo Mansion.
But you are all watching from Mingtai Courtyard, so you should see clearly? "
Master Zhuo finally got scared and begged, "Let the old minister's family go free."
"Teacher Zhuo, when have you ever seen people who entered Mingtai Courtyard come out again?"
"Mingtai Courtyard?" Master Zhuo rolled his eyes in confusion, as if he was trying to think about what that place was? Suddenly, he was frantically trying to break away and escape from the gate.
He roared: "Let me go, what qualifications do you have to touch me? I am the mentor of King Yong and the mentor of the future God."
These words successfully aroused Jian Wanfeng's murderous intention.
Said: "Let him go."
"Yes." The jade-faced judge did as he was told and released him.
But now that Master Zhuo was free, he didn't care about his crazy son. Jumping forward in a row, he suddenly looked towards Jian Wanfeng and asked for his life.
Jian Wanfeng tilted his head slightly, letting it approach. Suddenly, his five fingers were like hooks, clasping his front tightly, and in a voice that only two people could hear, he said in a low voice: "Dragon gives birth to dragon and phoenix, and mice give birth to sons who can dig holes."
Sir, your son doesn't seem to be smart either. "
Upon hearing this, Master Zhuo's whole body seemed to be convulsing violently. Looking at Iwan Wanfeng’s eyes
You have completely changed, devil, devil, you are the devil.
Let me go, let me go...
"I am only where I am today, thanks to your kind words."
"You're talking nonsense. I didn't say anything or do anything."
"right.
You didn't say it, but your disciple did.
You didn't do it, your disciple did.
Your hands, Master Zhuo, are clean, but you have taken the lives of several students.
Gu, I didn’t accuse you wrongly, did I? "
Nonsense...nonsense.
Who are you?
Who are you? I have no enmity with you, why do you want to harm my Zhuo family?
"It doesn't matter."
"you……"
