"I just said it was possible!" Su Dingfang's voice was gloomy, like the north wind outside the tent, swirling behind the ears and making people tremble: "Jin Renwen is the second son of King Jin Chunqiu of Silla. When Jin Chunqiu came I, the Tang Dynasty, begged for troops to conquer Baekje, so I took my second son as a hostage and left him in Chang'an. Jin Renwen served the emperor in Chang'an for ten years and was deeply favored. When the Tang Dynasty sent troops to destroy Baekje, he made great efforts during this period. .Now that Jin Chunqiu is dead, it is his eldest brother who succeeds him. What do you think of the friendship between their brothers?"
"You mean the King of Silla will get rid of Jin Inwen?"
"I didn't say that!" Su Dingfang shook his head: "But you can't be wary. After all, Jin Renwen is a person close to the emperor. If something goes wrong, not to mention you, even a certain family will not be punished. rise!"
"My subordinates understand that we will not let any accidents happen around Jin Renwen." Wang Wenzuo quickly lowered his head. At this time, he had already heard the implication of Su Dingfang. Although Jin Renwen had a kind name, he was actually an extremely powerful person. , his favor for Jin Inwen was definitely not just because of his demeanor, martial arts, calligraphy, etc., but also for a more profound reason: Jin Inwen was the second son of King Jin Chunqiu of Silla and the third in line to the throne of Silla. As for the second-in-line heir, as long as the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty is willing, he can canonize Jin Inwen as King of Silla and replace the current King of Silla, Jin Famin. For Jin Famin, there was every motive for his second brother to die in an "accident".
"Very good!" Seeing that Wang Wenzuo understood his intention, Su Dingfang nodded with satisfaction: "You go back and prepare first. Remember, no third party is allowed to know what I said tonight!"
"My subordinate knows!" Wang Wenzuo said in a deep voice: "But I have one more request, and I ask the chief manager to grant it!"
"Oh? Say it!"
Wang Wenzuo made a long bow and whispered a few words. Su Dingfang suddenly laughed: "Okay, okay, young people just have many ideas. Just do it. I understand!"
Chang'an, Daming Palace.
"Qibi Heli has arrived in Shengle!"
"Well, then Mobei will be fine!" Li Zhi was lying on the brocade couch with a jade pillow under his neck, his eyes slightly closed, and a hot towel on his forehead. He looked exhausted. There was a bookcase not far away. Next to it, a beautiful lady in royal attire was reading memorials under the candlelight, raising her head to speak from time to time.
"This is strange. The two armies have not yet clashed, and the victory or defeat has not yet been decided. Pheasant slave (Li Zhi's nickname) is already at ease?" The beauty turned around, and the candlelight shone on her face. She looked like she was only twenty years old. Four or five years old, with extremely beautiful appearance, a slight smile, charming charm, extremely gorgeous, and a slightly hoarse voice, full of ecstasy and bone-crushing meaning, she is the current Queen Wu.
She originally entered the palace during the reign of the late emperor, but she was not favored by the late emperor for twelve years. However, when Emperor Taizong was seriously ill, she had an affair with Li Zhi, who was the prince at the time. After the death of Emperor Taizong, she went to Chang'an Yingying Temple as a nun as usual. Soon after, she was welcomed into the palace by Li Zhi. A few years later, she defeated Queen Wang and Concubine Xiao Shu and became the empress of the Tang Empire. She and Li Zhi had a close relationship with each other. , so he was nicknamed Li Zhi in private.
"Qibi Heli was the Tiele Khan in his lifetime, and his reputation has been spread throughout the desert for decades. He is no better than the millet poison, but he is no better than the slaves. If he is attacked by the Lord, how can the slaves dare to fight? How can there be any talk of confrontation?" Li Zhi Turning over and trying to sit up: "I'm worried about the Goguryeo side. Without Qibi on the north road, it will be weak. Su Dingfang's troops on the south road are approaching Pyongyang City, and they can't sing alone. This is really not the right time to raise the army! Mei Niang. Please tell me the relevant information Bring all the paperwork and let me take a look at it again!”
"Hurry up and lie down. The imperial doctor said that you have a serious wind disease and you need to rest more!" Mrs. Wu hurried over and held Li Zhi down: "As for the documents, I will read them to you one by one!"
Li Zhiqiang was about to get up, but he felt dizzy and knew that his wind was getting worse, so he had to give up and sighed: "Forget it, Mei Niang, you just have to read it to me!"
"According to the decree!" A glimmer of pride flashed in Mrs. Wu's eyes. She picked up a volume of memorials from the desk, read some of the important ones, and then corrected them according to Li Zhi's opinions, six or seven copies of this. After that, she took out a letter from the memorial and read: "Huh? Su Dingfang has a notebook to write, and the Japanese have sent troops to Baekje!"
"Is there such a thing?" Li Zhi's body squirmed: "Mei Niang, tell me the whole thing in detail!"
"A month ago, the Ungjin Governor's Office sent troops to Pyongyang by sea. On the way, they encountered Japanese reinforcements and a water battle broke out. Our army won a great victory and captured more than 200 people alive. Countless thieves were killed or fell into the water!"
"Good, very good!" Li Zhi was overjoyed: "The Japanese have long been coveting it. Even if this victory cannot repel them, it can at least make them afraid to invade. After the few people have destroyed Goguryeo and Baekje, Then free up your hands to deal with him. By the way, what is the name of the leading general? What is his official position?"
"My surname is Wang, and my given name is Wenzuo. I am the captain of Xuanjie School under the Governor's Office of Xiongjin."
"Wang Wenzuo?" Li Zhi looked like he was trying to remember: "Hey, why does this name sound so familiar?"
"Yes, I am also familiar. I must have heard it before!" Wu's eyebrows frowned. After a moment, she let out a sigh and said with a smile: "I remember, Liu Yuanzhen mentioned this in the letter last time, He said he found a clue to the relic!"
"Liu Yuanzhen? Is this Liu Neifu?" Li Zhi knew much better about the inner government officials directly subordinate to the emperor: "I see, no wonder I have an impression. I didn't expect this person to be a capable person. Anyway, Mei Niang, please put up the screen Push it over here and I’ll write down your name so you don’t forget it!”
"According to the decree!" Mrs. Wu pushed a blue gauze screen in front of Li Zhi's couch, and brought in pen and ink. Li Zhi sat up and wrote Wang Wenzuo's name and official position on the screen. There are already more than a dozen names, all of which are talents that Li Zhi pays attention to on weekdays.
"Xuanjie Colonel!" Li Zhi put down his brush: "In terms of official positions, Wang Wenzuo on the screen is the youngest!"
"The size of official positions, in the final analysis, is nothing more than a word from the emperor!" Wu laughed and said: "The emperor rules all the people, whether it is the three princes, kings, or the common people in Guizhou. In the eyes of the emperor, there are only virtuous and unworthy ones. How can there be distinction between high and low?"
"Mei Niang said it well!" Wu's words hit Li Zhi's itch. Like all the successors of the great founding emperors, Li Zhi faced a problem - how to face the political legacy left by his father. But it’s a problem. It’s not uncommon to die accidentally (Liu Ying and Zhu Yunwen tearfully praised it). Moreover, the Tang Dynasty inherited the remnants of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the gentry style was extremely strong. Li Shimin did not kill the hero group, and even Li Shimin did not kill the hero group. Zhi's succession was inseparable from Changsun Wuji's support.
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