I just like the Prime Minister

Summer night, Beijing.

Now there is a raging undercurrent under this century-old city. Lin Lifu spread out a table full of memorials and correspondence, and everything he said was the conspiracy of Qin Guogong's secret communication.

According to Qin Chuzhi's news, King Qi was defeated because of his treason, and now he is being detained in the fiefdom. He will liquidate King Qi only when the emperor puts down the rebellion in the south of the Yangtze River and the teacher returns to Beijing.Instead of this, it is better to wait for the day when Li Chengzuo is not in the capital to strike first.

In addition, Qin Chuzhi advised that this matter is consistent with King Qi's mind, but he should not discuss it with King Qi first, so as not to startle the snake and hurt the life of King Qi, let alone hesitate to bind his feet, so as to miss the best time.If things come to pass, Qin and Chu will want the land of the two rivers, and demand the opening of the Liaodong trade route.

Qin Chuzhi's proposal was not sudden, but it was indeed hasty.

Lin Lifu took decades of caution to get his current position. Naturally, he would not act rashly, let alone listen to one-sided words. However, the war in Chaoge City was tense, and the spies he sent to inquire about King Qi's fief had to detour. Yecheng, not only that, a few days ago, returned without success——Yecheng has been besieged for a long time, and it is monolithic, and the people who besiege Yecheng are really hard to get rid of, not only the young general Pei Wenyuan of the Pei Mansion.There are even shadow guards who went out from Beijing.

All these seemed to prove that what Qin Chuzhi said was true, but Lin Lifu just felt that something was wrong.

He stood under the candlelight with his hands behind his back, and the candlelight was full of candlelight, and the figure illuminated was blurred and swayed, stretching silently in the silence.

In the dead of night, all the servants and servants in the garden were already half asleep and half awake.The nocturnal flowers in the courtyard bloom in the morning and the evening henna fills the courtyard with fragrance, but the fragrance is mixed with the moisture of the soil and lingers in the night.Lin Lifu frowned, seeing that there was no one outside the window, he got up to close the window, only to realize that it was midnight.

He was originally annoyed by the table full of "talks from various families", but unexpectedly, when he got up and came back, he was suddenly tired.After all, he is no longer the young man who used to read all night and never get tired. Lin Lifu has always refused to accept his old age, and his career has been ups and downs. Only the former family fortune can breathe a little under the hands of an emperor who is not very clear.

In his early years, he waited long ago, wishing that Li Chengzuo would ruin the country by himself; but now he has a full head of hair, and even the concubine Lin, who used to be arrogant and domineering in the inner palace, wants to let him go with white hair.

He fell asleep in this entanglement that seemed to be nothing. He didn't know how long he slept, and had a dream in a trance. The person who came in the dream turned out to be his grandson, King Qi, whom he had been looking for for a long time.

The person in the dream was dressed in the clothes of a prince, and his demeanor was similar to that of the late emperor, but he was obviously much younger than the late emperor. His hair was disheveled, and he was standing far away in an excessively bright white light.

"...Grandpa." King Qi's voice seemed to be far away from the sky, "Come to say goodbye to you, I'm going."

Lin Lifu was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously grabbed it, but it was empty: "King Qi?...Where are you going?"

King Qi's face was indifferent: "The place of death."

Lin Lifu was shocked, thinking that he should wake up, but he found that there were many ghosts around him, and he couldn't see the way forward in the white mist, and he was still in a dream.

King Qi bowed unhurriedly: "I was used by traitors, and my body has been turned into fire and smoke. Grandfather, don't listen to other people's lies and make wedding clothes for others for nothing!"

Lin Lifu was taken aback: "Who is the traitor?"

King Qi stood a few steps away from the untouchable with cold eyes: "Now whoever asks my ancestors in my name is that person."

Lin Lifu walked forward a few steps, but felt that King Qi was getting farther and farther away, so he had to stop, and just about to ask, he saw King Qi bowed again, slowly raised his gun, and there were two lines of blood tears under his eyes.

Lin Lifu was startled, his eyes went dark, and after a while, his consciousness seemed to gradually return to his cage, and he sat up in shock, only to find that he was still in the study room in the mansion, with the pen soaked in ink tilted in his hand, and the ink was stained on the life form. Large black.

The surrounding scenery has not changed, and there is still light rain outside the window. He was stunned for a while, but he heard the sound of footsteps in the corridor.

"Ge Lao." It's the servant at home.

Lin Lifu collected himself: "What's the matter?"

"Someone came to visit." The boy stammered, "It's a woman... claiming to be Princess Qi."

Lin Lifu was startled, the pen in his hand that was too late to put down trembled, and rolled into the darkness...

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"Third Niang has already left."

The Anju Posthouse in the capital is Wu Dunyuan's property. Jiang Xizhu traveled day and night and came back from Chaoge. It was inconvenient to go back to the palace or find another place to stay. He simply pretended to be a merchant and lived in the posthouse, which happened to escape the capital. The mighty and rolling mountain rain.

Jiang Xizhu helped Li Chengzuo to sit on the couch, but His Majesty was wearing a pro-dynasty uniform, his face was full of chicken blood that he had touched with his own hands, his hair was disheveled, his brows were frowning and he said nothing.

Jing Qing promised to keep his legs free to move for two hours, but the witch medicine he brewed had extremely serious side effects-the two hours of no hindrance would eventually lead to severe pain for the next three days, and he continued day and night kind of.

Li Chengzuo always has the flair of laughing and cursing, and when facing Jiang Xizhu, he often has a playful smile to please him. Since he came back pretending to be the "King of Qi who passed away", he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Jiang Xizhu closed his eyes, collected himself, wet the towel himself, and wiped off the blood on his face, revealing his still handsome but pale and bloodless face.

"The old man entrusted the dream and Sanniang sent the bad news." Jiang Xizhu was pinched by him with great strength, so he had to lean close to him and said, "If Lin Lifu is impulsive, he will immediately turn against Qin Chuzhi... But according to my estimation, he He would not choose this moment, and with his usual style, he would secretly act out the scene without knowing it, and give Qin Chuzhi a blow when he thought he was done... We just need to act at that time , and the situation can be restored.”

Li Chengzuo didn't know when he raised his other arm to block half of his face, and grabbed Jiang Xizhu's hand with his other hand, with great strength, he grabbed Jiang Xizhu's hand with a circle of terrifying white marks.

Hearing this, he paused for a while, as if he had heard Jiang Xizhu's plans and calculations, and then said: "And then?"

Only Jiang Xizhu could feel the cold sweat on his palm.

The two faced each other, but without eye contact, Jiang Xizhu actually understood the silent and awkward insistence on Li Chengzuo's face-covering arm. Lin Lifu’s party, except Qin Guogong’s lineage. I’m afraid it will take some time for the south of the Yangtze River to return to the order before the catastrophe, resettle the refugees and return to their homes, and ask the military to re-connect the commercial roads between the two rivers... In a few years, water transportation will be heavy. Return to order, live in peace in the two rivers, and then deal with the implicated families here one by one... It is better to send Young Master Yelu to fight against Khitan a little earlier. Empress Dowager Xiao is ambitious. The young master recaptured the Khitan royal court, controlled Wujin, signed an armistice agreement, and the border can be kept peaceful for a while..."

What Jiang Xizhu said was unpleasant, and Li Chengzuo didn't hear it all. When Jiang Xizhu said that he had nothing to say, he nodded and laughed under the cold sweat.

"Jun Chi." He smiled, "What about me?"

He has not called "Zhen" in front of Jiang Xizhu for a long time, like an ordinary family's confidant.

But Jun Qianqian answered the prime minister fluently, but in front of this "I", it was difficult to say a word.

The world is in decline, internal and external troubles, he is the emperor himself is the prime minister, wearing such an identity as armor, they should have walked side by side.

But if one day, the world returns to Qingming, there will be no more ambitious clans to harm the country, no more chaotic families to do things their own way, and no more neighbors who are tigers and wolves to invade, the prosperity will come back, peace will be restored, and the emperor will still be the emperor. The prime minister is still the prime minister, and the friendship they have known for a long time will return under the cloak of that identity again, and will never see the light of day in the eternal glory of Dayu Wannian.

Jiang Xizhu paused, feeling that Li Chengzuo's hands did not relax at all, thought for a while, and smiled: "Your Majesty, you don't have to hide your strength and bide your time, and be the master of ZTE... I don't have to worry anymore, I can be a loyal one." minister."

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Li Chengzuo stiffened when he heard the words, his hands did not loosen, but tightened even more: "I don't."

Jiang Xizhu said dumbly: "Your Majesty."

"On the wall of Chaoge City, I said that if I can come back, I will tell you a secret... Hiss." He said slowly, and after he finished speaking, he took a deep breath, and after a while, he continued, "I didn't think I just blow After finishing the Niucheng, it collapsed, I was ashamed, I didn't even go out..."

Jiang Xizhu twitched the corners of his mouth, and found that he couldn't laugh, and didn't make it difficult for himself: "Stop talking, rest more."

"Enduring it hurts even more." Li Chengzuo said, "It's better to talk more... What's the point, the secret... Oh, it's actually not a secret, the "Phoenix Tower" that you praised so much was written by me... ...That bastard Song Yingluo actually guessed it long ago, asking me all day long whether I didn't tell her, it was really annoying, but...she always thought that it was written about the book she had admired for many years Gu Xuecheng, it's actually not the case, every word in it is my wishful thinking...Only you can't guess it."

Jiang Xizhu was silent for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "The authorities are obsessed."

Li Chengzuo moved and found it really uncomfortable, so he gave up and stopped Jiang Xizhu's hand who wanted to help him: "I don't know if you can read the end of the book... In the book, people calm the troubled times, calm the barbarians, rule the big country, and scold the poor." Jianghu, but finally far away from the court, holding the token of the Phoenix Tower, hanging a crown and retiring to the Jianghu, accompanied by the only confidant in his life... But in fact, there is another ending in that book. To be separated, to hand over the Phoenix Tower to others at the end of my life, to die alone... I wishful thinking to the end, and I always want the previous ending. Junchi, can I... hope so?"

The author has something to say: I am busy every day, and I will go to Beijing tomorrow, sigh, try to update_(:зゝ∠)_