"You have used this excuse three times. The arrogance of the Western Qin Commandery Prince is truly terrifying!"
Li Junsang, the Minister of Rites, with a square face and white beard and hair, put down his tea cup and looked indifferent.
He is sixty-seven years old this year, half a step into the realm of a little master. According to the regulations of the imperial court, he can still be an official for another twenty years. After such a long time, he even feels that he has the potential to become a third official.
The reason why the imperial court sent him here this time was that he was born in the Taiping Palace. There was a senior brother named Ji Yunzi. Ji Yunzi had a student named Mr. Hao Xue. In Fufeng Mansion, he had an affair with Jiang Yuqing, who was a bandit, so he was very early. Then I heard about Jiang Yuqing.
Secondly, his daughter-in-law is the concubine of the Jiang family.
Thirdly, he is a die-hard loyalist of the royal family and has always disliked the Jiang family.
Even if they don't like it, they don't mind marrying the Jiang family. This kind of coquettish maneuver is a common trick of old politicians.
Fourthly, he had presided over the marriage between Princess Shengping and Jiang Yuqing, and he knew Jiang Yuqing fairly well.
When he came, he was very ambitious, thinking that with his decades of experience as an official, there were countless ways to deal with this little kid. However, when he arrived in the land of Western Qin, he found that was not the case at all.
The people of Western Qin only have the king of Western Qin in their eyes!
He quietly went to the military camp outside the city and tried to bribe several lieutenants and generals. However, the Western Qin army was a piece of metal, and not even a small soldier wanted to pay attention to them.
From the generals to the ordinary soldiers, the Western Qin Army is full of a strong sense of glory and pride. This kind of glory and pride is tied to Jiang Yuqing, the king of Western Qin County!
This is a terrible thing.
Zhang Guangpu looked serious and said seriously: "Let the minister know. This is not an excuse. The prince is really ill."
Lijun Sang said indifferently: "I heard that the King of Western Qin entered the country a few days ago, my little venerable. Although I am not in good martial arts, I also know that the little venerable will not get sick easily!"
"This matter..."
Zhang Guangpu's expression was still serious, but he was hesitant. He didn't understand why the county prince was sick. This was so strange.
At this moment, a burst of crying suddenly came from the direction of the county prince's office next door.
Crying?
"Prince!"
Zhang Guangpu's face suddenly turned pale. What could the cries from the county prince's palace mean?
Died?
He hurriedly staggered out of the room, his voice choked with sobs: "Your Majesty..."
Scholars have always been sentimental about the kindness of knowing and finding someone who failed in the imperial examination and fled to nowhere.
There was a trace of hesitation in Li Junsang's eyes, who was a veteran of the country and a wealthy man. He looked at the three people in the hall: "Mr. Thirteen, Mr. Hu, Miss Hongzhi, what do you think? Is it possible that this Jiang Yuqing is really dying?" ?”
"This guy is very cunning and can't be trusted easily."
A tall woman with a black mole at the corner of her eye had a cold voice.
She is an elder of Taiping Palace and has a sister named Dugu Hongye.
"Just when we arrived, he fell ill and passed away. Isn't it a coincidence? This is a crude little plan, not worth mentioning."
Hu Jingwei, the young director of the Fengjian Division, is as tall as a ball, with a swollen belly bigger than that of a woman who is eight months pregnant. His eyes are always squinted together, making it difficult to tell whether he is smiling or thinking about something. Ghost, as he spoke, he looked at the young man from the Shixian Palace, who had a strong physique, a square face, and was always covered with frost: "What do you think, Brother Zhuang Thirteen? Will he know in advance that we are with Li Shangshu?" Came under disguise to observe, took the opportunity to assassinate, and deliberately faked his death?"
"Cheating!"
The young man seemed to have fallen asleep, leaning on the imperial chair with his eyes closed. It was obviously a curse word, but what he said seemed to be a wise saying.
…
In the king's bedroom.
"Don't cry...the news of my serious illness is temporarily blocked..."
Xin Zhuo looked at the faces in front of the bed with difficulty, "There should still be some time... I have to do something... Third uncle..."
"Yu Qing, I'm here!"
Jiang Hu immediately came closer, and the crowd in the hall followed suit. Even Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu and others raised their tearful eyes.
They understood that the king was about to explain his funeral affairs, so they couldn't help but endure their grief and listened silently.
"The land of Western Qin cannot be chaotic."
Xin Zhuo's tone became a little more serious, "There is no need for Song Laochu, Ying Jianying and Jiang Yuxi to come back. The strategy of the new three states and eighteen prefectures... will continue.
Ahem...Murong Xiu and the others don't need to come back. All armies and governments should maintain stability and treat the people well...
If I am gone, my third uncle will be in charge of the army, and Yu Gui will not be able to train her. Let’s train female heroes, and I will teach her the art of war, martial arts, and local governance..."
"Uncle!" The petite Jiang Nuying couldn't help but lie beside Xin Zhuo's legs and cried loudly.
"I saved it!" Jiang Hu asked anxiously: "Are there any more?"
"Let...uncle Jiang Yong and the untouched venerable puppets at home come quickly to stabilize the situation. No matter what method they use, they must arrive within a month... Master Huang Taigai, the Earth Immortal, must also be invited... …It’s of great use…”
Xin Zhuo first struggled to hold Jiang Hu's hand, his voice was very low, then he gave up and grabbed Zhe Feiyan's hand: "You must... treat my legacy well, Feiyan is a good woman, and Bear paws and the others!”
"Prince!"
The crying in the palace started again, heartbreaking crying.
Zhe Feiyan was completely off guard by the words "Be kind to Yishuang". In the past few days, she has gone from marriage, bride, husband's pampering, willing to die to fulfill her, to about to become a widow...
This kind of life is something that even gods cannot bear.
"My master is an Earth Immortal. Maybe she has a way, and I will definitely save you."
Zhe Feiyan turned around and wanted to leave.
"Don't go!"
Xin Zhuo was "very weak" and said, "It will take some time to return to Baiheqiu. I...I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until you come back, so stay with me for a while!"
Zhe Feiyan's face turned pale, the true energy and general situation in his body were in chaos, there were faint signs of collapse, and he fainted on his back.
"Madam." The maids were startled and hurriedly stepped forward to help her.
"Help her go down to rest. You can wait...retreat. Everyone should perform their duties and don't neglect their duties."
Xin Zhuo waved his hand weakly.
"Here!"
A large group of civil and military officials wiped their eyes, held back tears, and turned to leave.
The hall quickly became quiet.
Xin Zhuo closed his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed, but this game was too big and too exciting, involving at least dozens of venerables, several earthly immortals, masters from major sects and the imperial court in a melee!
I'm afraid it will be a fierce battle that rarely encounters top warriors in a century!
No matter how excessive it is at the moment, it doesn't matter whether it can be explained clearly afterwards, as long as it succeeds, it is worth it!
If you want to do great things, you have to make choices.
I lay on my back for a long time, quietly running through my mind, and then gave up.
I won't reply, but I want to see how those idiots in the court play with a dying person?
Can it be difficult to eat food and go into the smelly ditch?
[...Buy time, relax their vigilance, at least keep them in a state of observation, and not rush to take action, then slowly unfold, boil the frogs in warm water, when the time is right, destroy them all, the earth immortal will also do it for him...]
However, he wanted to continue deliberating quietly, but it was simply impossible——
Xiong Zhang, Sai Qingzhu, Cui Ying'er and Jiang Nuying always sat cross-legged in front of the bed, crying for a while and crying again. From time to time, they helped him up and fed him some liquid food.
And boldly explored his body.
It's okay if you don't inquire, but if you inquire, what kind of terrifying mudslide-like body is this?
This is indeed a long time coming!
The crying is louder!
In the evening, Zhe Feiyan woke up, rushed over immediately, also inquired about Xin Zhuo's body, and then slumped down.
"The prince has killed so many people. If he dies, he will be bullied on the road to hell. I will accompany him. You can go." The voice of Xiongzhao.
"I'll go too!" Sai Qingzhu's voice was very calm, "The prince promised me that he would take us with him wherever he goes!"
Xin Zhuo: "..."
After holding on for a long time, he still couldn't hold it back, and said "powerlessly": "Tomorrow... I'll see the imperial envoy... recruit 10,000 troops, 100,000 people, Duke Taixun, and 1,000 Confucian disciples to guard the mansion. …”
