While Zheng Xiu was deep in thought looking at the large hole in the center of the snow-covered clouds above the palace, Jiang Gaoyi came to visit with a meal.
He told the truth what happened in the morning.
Facing Mr. Zheng, Jiang Gaoyi had long lost his original taboo. He now figured it out that Zheng Xiu's proposal was not entirely for himself. Lord Zheng even thought of how to help him solve his current predicament!
Ever since the emperor announced that he would be crown prince on March 3, Jiang Gaoyi could not remember how many banquets he had received, how many gifts were placed in front of his door, and how many officials from the DPRK and Central Government came to visit.
Even though they didn't speak clearly, Jiang Gaoyi could see the deep meaning of these banquets, gifts, and visitors.
All they want to say is:
"Nowadays, the three princes are fighting openly and secretly. As the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, you have a high position and have to choose your position."
"You, the Minister of Punishment, Jiang Gaoyi, are foreign officials who are arrogant and helpless. You must not know what is good and what is evil."
"You have to know who is the best candidate for the crown prince. He will be an opportunity for you to prosper and become your biggest supporter."
Someone secretly said: "Once you choose someone, the position of prime minister will be just around the corner."
He dares to draw this kind of big cake from the sky, which shows how crazy the visitors are.
Someone even approached his wife and threatened:
"Mrs. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, you don't want your Mr. Jiang to lose his official position, right?"
so.
During these days, Jiang Gaoyi did not dare to walk at night, nor did he dare to leave the window open at night, for fear that if he fell asleep one day, he would never wake up again.
Choose neutral?
Haha, this is the biggest joke.
At the feet of the Emperor, as an official in the court, who is not helpless?
Everyone has no choice but to choose where to stand. Why do you, Jiang Gaoyi, remain neutral?
Everyone understands the truth, including Jiang Gaoyi.
But what Jiang Gaoyi knows better is that once he chooses a certain prince's queue, he will be greeted by endless hell!
But when he went to court today, Jiang Gaoyi kept thinking about the fear of these days in his mind, and suddenly thought of Lord Zheng, he suddenly realized it like a toilet was opened.
Yes, position, he must stand!
But he may not only be one of the three princes!
Jiang Gaoyi boldly petitioned for amnesty on behalf of Zheng Xiu this morning. He was undoubtedly telling everyone that he, Jiang Gaoyi, does not stand for anyone but only Marquis Zheng! If the Marquis is neutral, I will be neutral. If the Marquis chooses one side, then I, Jiang Gaoyi, will also choose one! Jiang Gaoyi admitted that his daring to raise the music was part of a gamble.
But the emperor's final attitude and the evolution of the situation in the palace made Jiang Gaoyi understand that he had made the right bet!
"hehe."
Zheng Xiu chuckled.
Jiang Gaoyi kept looking at Zheng Xiu's face, and suddenly he was suddenly startled - for some reason, he vaguely saw words written on Lord Zheng's face: It is indeed so.
"As expected."
Jiang Gaoyi stared at Mr. Hou's face and rubbed his eyes hard as if he had seen a ghost.
The harder he rubbed it, the more he felt words written on Mr. Hou's face.
No, the word "attitude" was written on his face again.
Damn it!
Zheng Xiu didn't know that Jiang Gaoyi was surprised, but he still sat peacefully on the Taishi chair and said with a calm smile: "Actually, whether I, Zheng, am in jail or whether I can get out, is not important to many people. What matters is just an attitude. They are waiting for an attitude from me, Zheng. It’s like a game on a chessboard. Tianyuan’s position is not all about concessions or pretense, but there is also a deep meaning of testing hidden in it.”
"Some people want to take this opportunity to see if I, Zheng, can do it, if I want to do it, and how I want to do it."
"And what I, Zheng, want may not all be for a single amnesty."
"What I want is just an attitude from Old Wei."
"Although I don't know why he was anxious and suddenly announced the appointment of the crown prince on March 3rd in the court hall, but if he is ignorant and fatuous, Lao Wei is the leader of the Daqian Kingdom. How could he not have thought that once he announced the appointment of the crown prince on March 3rd, he would have three children at his knees? These two children will determine the winner in just three months."
Jiang Gaoyi saw the word "life and death" on Lord Hou's face again, his eyes widened and became bloodshot.
"Is it even a matter of life and death?"
"How could he have never imagined that, whether openly or secretly, I, the Zheng family, would be the most powerful card in the fight between the three of them for the right to be the heirs! Who doesn't want to win the support of my Zheng family? Fight for power and position in the world. , everything is inseparable from one word - money! It would be fine if we were still in troubled times twenty years ago. Now that the world is peaceful, even the battle between legitimate sons must abide by the rules of the game set by Old Wei."
"Old Wei's intention is clearly that you can do whatever you want with Marquis Zhonglie! But don't force yourself!"
"The princes can fight, but they must not disrupt the government or the world. They must not put this fight on the table and under the bright sky."
"You can only fight in secret, not openly."
"He clearly wanted to throw the three princes into the beast cage and decide the winner in the cage. Finally, he announced to the world at the ancestor worship ceremony on March 3rd who he, Wei Yangzun, had chosen."
The three issues surrounding the dying emperor last week are still fresh in my mind.
The emperor at that time was clearly worried about the fate and future of Daqian.
But this week, why did Old Wei suddenly change his mentality and let the three adult princes decide the winner in such a short time?
Questions were questions, Zheng Xiu felt a stone fall in his heart and felt comfortable.
"Knowing what Lao Wei means, I feel confident in my heart."
Zheng Xiu's voice became smaller and smaller. After speaking, he suddenly looked at Jiang Gaoyi's strange expression: "Sir, Mr. Jiang, why are you looking at me like that? If I didn't know you, Zheng would have misunderstood you." You covet Zheng’s male lust, do you have any words on my face?”
Jiang Gaoyi rubbed his eyes with lumps of eye droppings.
Upon hearing Zheng Xiu's words, Jiang Gaoyi cried sadly: "Hou, Mr. Hou, Jiang's eyes seem to be infected with an eye disease!"
Half an hour later.
Jiang Gaoyi left happily.
Looking at Wangtian Prison, only the depressed richest man Zheng was left.
"It doesn't make sense. That Lao Jiang, the Lao Jiang who was completely unfit for officialdom and could only be a local official, now...has a glimpse of the secret?"
"But it's still related to officialdom?"
This makes absolutely no sense!
Jiang Gaoyi became the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, firstly, because the former suddenly died suddenly and vacated the position, and secondly, it seems that because he recommended him in front of Old Wei, Jiang Gaoyi became the Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment. In the eyes of many people, Jiang Gaoyi is like a destined son and a winner in life in the officialdom. His rise to the top is due to too much luck.
Even Zheng Xiu felt that 90% of Jiang Gaoyi's ability to become the Minister of Justice and the First Brother of the Ministry of Justice was due to luck, and 10% was due to him, Zheng Xiu.
The innocent face that said, "I, Mr. Jiang, have no sworn relationship with the profiteers" is still vivid in my mind.
"That doesn't make sense!" Zheng Xiu looked back at the thousand eggs on the table, and the more he looked at them, the more unpleasant they became.
I worked hard and practiced egg painting every day, but I couldn't get in.
Once Jiang Gaoyi realized the Tao, he had a glimpse of the [official] door. The thaumaturgy he used to first glimpse the door was to be able to see "words" on people's faces, a thaumaturgy similar to mind-reading.
"Could it be..."
Suddenly, Zheng Xiu thought about his experience of frantically harvesting Feng Bei's wool and gaining experience, and a ridiculous idea came to his mind.
"Am I becoming Jiang Gaoyi's experience package?"
"I, Zheng, have been picking sheep for thousands of times, but today Master Jiang actually picked up a golden fleece?"
"Could this 'doorway' be contagious? The closer you are to the thaumaturge, the easier it is to see the doorway?"
Thoughts came one after another, and Zheng Xiu suddenly had an idea and shouted to Scar Laoliu: "Brother Six, Brother Six! Please bring a new piece of rice paper!"
Zheng Xiu felt that he was on the wrong track.
If you go on the right path, it is called the Yangguan Avenue, and if you go on the wrong path, it is called the Yinchang Trail. The crossing is narrow and difficult to pass.
No way! No way!
Scar Laoliu quickly handed over the rice paper and took a curious look.
In the past, Mr. Zheng never painted much, just like handing in homework, but today is a bit unusual.
But he didn't think much about it, and went out with a shake of his head. He had collected a lot of money recently, and he decided to go out for a cool night tonight.
The illusory figure appeared behind him and the projection fell. Zheng Xiu has a tall figure and facial features like a dragon and a phoenix.
Zheng Xiu held the pen and held it for half an hour.
like a statue.
He is looking for inspiration.
At night, it snowed again in the city.
When the lanterns first came on, it was very lively.
A lonely person gradually appeared in Zheng Xiu's mind.
The scene in his mind of Feng Bei sitting in front of a campfire in the heavy snow, boredly stuffing firewood into the fire.
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, dipped some ink, moistened the dry nib, and dropped it gently.
Done in one go.
Zheng Xiu picked up the scroll and took a look, and he was a little surprised. On the rice paper, the image of a cartoon Feng Bei with four heads and a body, pouting like a frustrated little daughter-in-law, sitting on the snow, vividly appeared on the paper, vivid and lifelike.
In an instant.
[You think about it day and night, and the masterful painter puts down the pen into a painting, and there is poetry in the painting. 】
[You have an epiphany in the painting and understand the art of painting. 】
[The painting skills of painting have been improved, reaching the state of small attainments. 】
Plop!
Zheng Xiu's vision went dark, and he felt himself falling in the dark lake water.
The familiar feeling made Zheng Xiu inexplicably happy.
Zheng Xiu's feet landed on the "ground" and he saw a strange road made entirely of pen and ink, extending forward.
At the end of the road is a closed door.
The color of the door is slightly different from the [Prisoner] doorway. Behind the door, you can vaguely see green water, green mountains, white clouds and pines.
Two large twisted characters rushed towards Zheng Xiu's face.
——[Painter]!
Zheng Xiu sprinted towards the door.
Halfway through the rush, his body floated up, and when he opened his eyes, he was back in prison.
The stunned Zheng Xiu looked at the little Fengbei figure in the painting. His pouting look made Zheng Xiu wish he could kiss him.
Treasure Queen, Treasure Queen!
"It's done! My male painter is finally done!"
On Wangtian Prison, the arrogant laughter of the male painter could be heard.
