Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

After nightfall, Zhang Yuanli of Fusheng Building sat in the private room, glanced at the quiet inner room with eyeball curtains hanging down, a little restless but still had to look calm and breezy.

There were people talking and laughing in the next room. In the lobby downstairs, tonight it was Mrs. Lin playing the pipa and performing the new song Polu Tune.

A burst of speed spinning over the human voice, the only sound in the building is the sound of strings and pears.Clanking and clattering, in a trance, the sharp armored soldiers killed coldly.The drums and horns are heard, like marching on the battlefield, meeting a machete to control a horse.Turning the sleeves, galloping like marching to fight.Cutting and twisting, it is like an arrow galloping off a saddle.The six tunes are moving quickly, as if they are attacking together, and the banners are covering the sun.Five tones of metal and stone, all armies work together to fight.As if rushing away, the tune is suddenly quiet and suddenly calm, and gradually becomes a thread of entanglement, full of colors, and the chorus shakes the sky.But there was a faint mournful sound, sobbing and whining, which was hidden in the bells, tripods and music, and finally disappeared.

Zhang Yuanli held the wine glass for a long time and was unable to drink.The pipa tune is circling in my ears, and my heart is like hanging for thousands of miles, and the stars are in the fire.Try at the front, break the strong and get ugly.After victory, return to court, pot of pulp and food, rewards and congratulations.However, among thousands of people, you are alone.

I don't see you alone.

Thousands of horses make extraordinary achievements, and the tripod casts the country.It's a pity that the conscripts don't return, and the wives mourn;

Zhang Yuanli put down the cup, just listened to a song outside, at this moment, there was a wave of praise, worrying again about King Xianjing, who is now missing.

If it weren't for the few pens on the palace sedan chair, he would soon die as the regent.Having been an official in the same dynasty for several years, he is familiar with the deeds of dragons and snakes.The person who wrote the pen was originally from the army, and his handwriting can hardly be called beautiful and mellow, but it can barely be regarded as ups and downs.Gradually, the strength of character is revealed, the sharp edge is like sprinkling, and there are few clumsy and stagnant pens.Especially on the military newspaper brochures, that stroke is really like a sword out of its sheath, and a gun pressing down on Yunshan.Later, he lived in Danjing for a long time and was in a high position. In addition to being particular about the use of ink, the characters are dry, wet, thick and light, which is quite wonderful.But looking closely at the appearance, it is even more desolate and desolate.

The first emperor once said: "Zhengyang's character is cold and frugal. Sure enough, the general is fierce and heroic, riding his horse to the sky. If you see the color of the flag changing, you will be afraid to move forward."

Zhang Yuanli pinched the wine glass and traced the wall, he couldn't help but blame him for being as dull as himself, no matter what he was back then or now, for not being able to see through the meaning of His Majesty Wan Cheng.

In Zhang Yuanli's heart, he only has a good look and a good look, and the two look good.Your Majesty is trustworthy, your ministers are loyal and upright, so why not be afraid of swallowing charcoal?Now he also understands that the huge court hall is no different from the world, it is bustling with each other for their own benefit.The water in the Sacred Heart canal is turned around.When the time has changed and the world has changed, when the highest merit is overshadowed by the Lord, and there is nothing to reward, what will happen to the king?

No wonder Liu Shijun Tuo Gu said, "If your heir can be assisted, then he can be assisted; if he is not talented, you can be the master of Chengdu", and Marquis Wu devoted himself to death and died, and it became a good talk.

Everyone meets me, so everyone repays me.When a scholar of the country meets me, I will repay the scholar of the old country. ①If the king treats me like nothing, what should I do? If the king treats enemies like enemies, then what should I do.

Zhang Yuan was so ideal that his headache was about to split, he raised his head and downed the cup.When it was about to be refilled, my fingers trembled and I couldn't hold the flagon, and it almost fell over.In the next second, it was gently caught and pulled away, and the fine wine dripped along the table, giving off a scent of wine.

"Why is Jing'an out of her mind?"

Zhang Yuanli blinked, looked in disbelief at the window that was half open before turning his eyes to the person opposite: "You, you—"

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and the prime minister doesn't recognize me anymore." The man poured himself a cup, and said somewhat disappointedly, "When a real person drinks tea, the world is indifferent."

Zhang Yuanli's lips trembled, and he finally squeezed out two words: "Zhengyang..."

"It's the king." Ouyang Ting also poured a cup and handed it to him, raising his eyebrows at him quite relaxedly.

Zhang Yuanli had mixed feelings for a moment: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"If it's a ghost, I'm afraid I won't have the courage to come to see the current prime minister."

"Are you afraid even with a face as thick as a city wall?" Zhang Yuanli coughed, and put on a dignified air, "Looking at your lingering human form, you must be fresh and warm before leaving the world. Could it be that there is grievance if you don't go to reincarnation? Or It’s a wish that has not been fulfilled. Let’s be honest, I will do my best to seek justice for you!”

Ouyang Ting propped his head and pinched his wine glass with a low smile and said, "He is a living person, his hands are still warm, and there is a shadow behind him."

"Thank you for being able to say it!" Zhang Yuanli picked up the chopsticks on the table and slammed it fiercely, cursing with a smile, "You still have the face to see me!"

"Why not?" Ouyang Ting laughed, and let him slap him again before withdrawing his hand, "In ten days, General Weibei will enter the capital, and the imperial edict must be issued. Yu Jing is making a fuss and wants to know about your majestic prime minister. Is the posthumous title you proposed for me majestic or not—of course I believe in you, the words must be excellent. But don’t make me laugh so generously.”

Zhang Yuanli restrained his thoughts when he heard the first half of the sentence, but became serious again when he saw the end, and couldn't help but stare at him: "How is Wen Zheng?!"

"Jingwei Tiandi, Daode Bowen can be called 'Wen'. I am a martial artist, how dare I steal the title of your civil officials." Ouyang Ting rubbed the back of his hand, and picked up his cup again.

"Just like you, you can't escape the word 'severe'!" Zhang Yuanli tried hard not to roll his eyes.

"Don't bully me for not studying enough, it's Li--"

"You are ruthless and disrespectful, you support evil spirits and go against righteous principles, and your tongue is a curse! Which point shouldn't you use 'li'?" Zhang Yuanli snorted, "But if you are willing to tell the truth, I can barely count you as a cold, virtuous, and beautiful person." It's not true."

"Isn't that a word for 'virtual'?" Ouyang Ting clapped his hands and smiled, "That's not bad. Life is like a dream, and every inch and inch is not fake."

"That's why you didn't come to me first when you returned to Beijing." Zhang Yuan wanted to get through this episode, and was even more dissatisfied, "You and I met Yu Wei, and you don't even trust me?"

Ouyang Ting said sternly, "I'm afraid I'll hurt you."

Zhang Yuan ideally retorted but was at a loss for words, so he coughed and said, "Anyway, I'll punish you for three cups first!"

Ouyang Ting didn't mind either, raised his glass and said, "First cup?"

"Fake death and cheat friends!"

Ouyang Ting drank it all with a smile: "The situation dictates, don't blame Jing'an."

Zhang Yuanli poured another cup for him: "The second cup, be suspicious of friends!"

"For the sake of friends, life and death do not matter."

Zhang Yuanli poured the third cup: "The third cup, pretend to be a ghost to scare old friends!"

Ouyang Ting laughed and drank the last cup: "A bosom friend does not lie, and Jing An is not a timid person."

Zhang Yuanli finally breathed a sigh of relief: "What are your plans now?"

"Follow the trend." Ouyang Ting straightened his cuffs, "Your Majesty lives and dies in a matter of thought."

"The Tian family has no intention of harming you." Zhang Yuanli said anxiously, "He heard that something happened to you, so he immediately took Elutai into custody—"

"That's you." Ouyang Ting said calmly, "Unless you don't move, he will make a move."

Zhang Yuanli paused: "Your Majesty has absolutely no intention of harming you."

"It's as if I'm going to kill him." Ouyang Ting shook his head and said, "It's true that he wants to kill me, and he doesn't have to pay for the lives of the five Golden Wing Guards. But now, General Weibei will finally come out. He guards It is enough to defend the northern border, of course, loyalty and superiority are his greatest benefits."

Zhang Yuanli couldn't help but said: "How can you figure out what you want so much?!"

"Because I experienced the dangers of life and death in Data." Ouyang Ting said indifferently, "The five guards of the Golden Wings really have no intention of advancing further. I planned to let the royal family of Data be killed and the golden tent of the royal court destroyed. To the Northern Frontier Fortress Army. You have also read the military newspaper excerpts—"

Zhang Yuanli shook his hands and flipped the wine glass he was holding onto the table.

Seeing his pale face, Ouyang Ting smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it, I will tell you. If you dare, you can also confront His Majesty."

Zhang Yuanli tremblingly said: "What you mean is that His Majesty really asked..."

"That's not necessarily true." Ouyang Ting changed a cup for him, "General Weibei has always been at odds with me. I have been regent for three years, and I have compressed others in a corner of the northwest. There will always be some resentment." But when it comes to defeating the enemy and fighting, he is not suitable."

An idea came to Zhang Yuanli's mind, he didn't want to believe it and dared not speak out.Ouyang Ting glanced at him and sighed, "I've said enough."

"No." Zhang Yuanli said in a deep voice, "I want to know."

Ouyang Ting waved his hand and said: "Then you can pretend that I am drunk and talk nonsense."

Zhang Yuanxiang thought for a moment: "Since you were assassinated?"

"Maybe earlier than that." Ouyang Ting said lightly.

"How sooner can Da Da suddenly do the 'two kings' thing? They just caused a disturbance to attract attention, so as to cover people's eyes and eyes in the dark." Zhang Yuanli whispered, "Whether Erlutai is forced or voluntary, he knows something Perhaps Wu Lichi deliberately leaked the news, and then came to Danjing."

Seeing that Ouyang Ting was noncommittal, Zhang Yuanli pursed his lips and said again: "No matter whether he let go of his integrity as a prince or not, he is determined to escape Wu Lichi's control, so naturally he will not deceive, but there must be inexhaustible truths in his words. But it is impossible for me Pretending to be a civil strife..." He sighed, "So can you tell me, what exactly did he say at that time that made you tempted to go to the posthouse to meet him?"

"Isn't it the civil strife in Datan?" Ouyang Ting rolled his eyes.

Zhang Yuanli said unhappily: "Zhengyang! I want to help you!"

"You are doing me a favor by not tying me up now."

"... Then why did Your Majesty leave the palace that night?" Zhang Yuanli frowned, "If it's a coincidence, it's too coincidental!"

"Your Majesty is getting older, so he naturally has his own source of information." Ouyang Ting said without hesitation, "As a stumbling block that should have stepped down long ago, why think so much."

Zhang Yuanli breathed a sigh of relief, and said cautiously: "I still don't believe that His Majesty really wants to kill you."

"There is no way to seal it." Ouyang Ting smiled lightly, "Master Shao Guoyi."

Zhang Yuanli felt a pain in his heart: "Zhengyang!"

Ouyang Ting raised his glass and looked at the moon: "Your Majesty—"

Zhang Yuanli watched him drink it all down, he didn't know how to comfort him.

Ouyang Ting sat back at the banquet: "Jing'an, I guess Da Tan originally thought that I would not believe what Elutai said; and if His Majesty doubts me, he will definitely not send me to northern Xinjiang."

"According to your temperament, you must insist on leaving Beijing." Zhang Yuanli said angrily, "Whether His Majesty allows you or not, the estrangement between the monarch and his subjects will be deepened. You barbarian, what a poisonous plan!"

"So Datan is not like a swan in the south and east. It can be appeased or intermarried, but the suzerains and vassals can be divided and ruled. When the time is right, they can be reformed and returned to their native land. The wolf on the grassland must first catch it and teach it to be a hunting dog. Or we can only drive it away from afar, so that it doesn't dare to come again." Ouyang Ting put down his cup but smiled again, "As for your Majesty, suspicions have long been born against me. It's hard for Da Tan, who is simple and rude, to come up with this way to kill with a knife " Ouyang Ting said with a bit of pride on his face, "Your Majesty did the right thing. It not only allowed the regent to get what he wanted, but also calmed side troubles, let alone get rid of the serious troubles of powerful ministers without triggering civil strife. It's a brilliant strategy."

Zhang Yuanli shook his head anxiously: "Your Majesty really never wanted to kill you!"

"But I can't die." Ouyang Ting sighed, "Actually, I never thought about whether His Majesty would make up his mind to kill me. He has no choice - he needs to be in charge of the government."

Zhang Yuanli took a deep breath: "Why don't you think General Weibei made his own decision?"

"Without His Majesty's support, it is impossible for him to get the royal court route so quickly." Ouyang Ting said lightly.

Zhang Yuanli was at a loss for words, and reluctantly explained: "Although the whole military newspaper can be seen in the court, besides me and His Majesty. But the central cabinet, separate files and record..."

"He's not that bold." Ouyang Ting smiled contemptuously, "It's clear that he's not that courageous because he's only going to stick around in northern Xinjiang all these years."

"But it may not be His Majesty's instruction!"

"Jing An, Jing An, there is a word called 'Acquiescence'."

Zhang Yuanli kept silent, then lowered his head and sighed: "What are your plans?" When there was no response, he raised his head and clenched his fist and said solemnly, "If your guess above is true, yes, then I owe you; but if you take personal revenge , intending to harm Feng Chao, I, I will—"

"How to decide, handle it impartially, and kill relatives righteously?" Ouyang Ting laughed loudly, "I don't feel indebted. My regent palace is not dismounted, and I sit with the emperor in the court, which is enough glory. Is it really necessary to give nine Xi, is it true that you are usurping power?"

Seeing him laughing wantonly, Zhang Yuanli couldn't help but annoyed, "Zhengyang!"

Ouyang Ting finally stopped laughing, and slowly shook his head: "I know what you want to ask. I'm just coming back to pick up the jade mirror, and take a look at you. After today, there will be no regent in the world."

Zhang Yuanli stood up in shock: "What did you say?!"

"He said that there is no regent in the world!" Someone rushed out from behind the beaded curtain in the private room angrily, and shouted angrily, "Then what about me, Yafu, what about me!"

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① The words come from "Historical Records · Assassin Biographies · Yu Rang".Every time I read this, Lao L sighs, and should drink with you all.

PS: I always thought it was cute to discuss what posthumous name I used with others when I was alive, just like discussing with my friends what to write on the epitaph after death.

PPS: Old L's cuteness is very strange, so he hides his face and resigns.