I just like the Prime Minister

Of course Li Chengzuo didn't get the chance to step on his brother to show off his prestige, just as Prince Rui choked him, Zhang Deying sent in a memorial.

This memorial was sealed with wax pills, Li Chengzuo and Prince Rui looked at it at the same time, and they looked at each other in unison.

The wax pills secretly reported to Li Chengzuo have always been divided into nine colors, and the one presented was actually red—this is the most urgent one.

Li Chengzuo winked, Prince Rui understood immediately, took it over and quickly opened it, took a look, and handed over the thin piece of paper in the wax seal to Li Chengzuo with a complicated expression, even carefully omitting the explanation, completely Let Lee Seung-joo judge for himself.

Seeing Prince Rui's appearance, Li Chengzuo already had a rough guess in his heart, but until he went to read the contents of the memorial, he couldn't help frowning after reading two lines before finishing it.

The border of Dayu in Liaodong is bounded by mountains, one mountain has two people, the side of Dayu is yang, and the side of Khitan is yin.

The side of the shady mountain is the real "behind the shady mountain". The chance of seeing the sun in a year is not much different from the chance of seeing a ghost. Even in that corner where there are few people, the chance of seeing a ghost may be a little more.

This place is barren and barren. There are no trees, wild animals, or birds at all. Even the vigorous weeds grow sick and crooked.So a few years ago, when the Khitan people proposed to use this mountain as a boundary to demarcate the two countries, the ancestors of the Li family agreed without much hesitation.

However, under that mountain, the legendary "Black Gold Mine" is now discovered. It just so happens that the mine veins are on the Yin side of the mountain.

Li Chengzuo threw away the report with a cold face, and the pupils in his peach blossom eyes seemed to suck everyone in: "This is impossible! Ask Song Yingluo to come to see me, how she transfers and teaches her subordinates, regardless of the truth Dare to send any news to me!"

"Brother Huang, I'm afraid this letter is not fake." Prince Rui was indifferent to Li Chengzuo's annoyance, and calmly moved half a step towards him, and personally drew out the following sentence with his fingertips, and pointed it to him. "The one who discovered the Wujin Mine was not a Khitan, but a Taoist priest. A Taoist priest who can attract the attention of the Khitan people. Brother Emperor, I think you know something... He discovered the Wujin Mine, and the Khitan people discovered him."

Li Chengzuo: "..."

The meaning of Prince Rui's words is quite familiar, it is probably similar to the sequence relationship of "the pig hit the tree, and the person hit the pig".

Li Chengzuo didn't have time to comment on such a shameful cause and effect, his eyes were full of the word "Taoist", and the whole emperor was a little crazy.

Although the report passed up didn't dare to say it clearly, but the meaning revealed between the lines told him that this unlucky real person who was caught was probably his euphemistically named "traveling around the world", who was actually poor and could only beg for food. Master Wuliuer, the national teacher of the current dynasty, and the head of Wudang, Taoist Master Xu—it’s ridiculous to say that with such a large family business in Wudang Mountain, it can be called "a skinny camel is bigger than a horse" no matter what, but The elusive head of the sect has the ability to turn himself into a flamboyant old beggar. Li Chengzuo always admires him so much.

The emperor held the piece of paper in place for a moment, and finally felt a little aggrieved by "people under the eaves".

The Khitan man held the legendary black gold mine that can make magical weapons with one hand, and held a bull's nose that he couldn't just leave him dead with the other. This was clearly a threat rather than a peace request.

Even if the Wujin Mine is true or not, he doesn't care about Li Chengzuo, and the whole Dayu doesn't matter, but about that bull-nosed...

Not surprisingly, Li Chengzuo became a little more depressed.

Prince Rui looked at Li Chengzuo's gloomy and melancholy face from the side, thought about it for a while, and decided that before the emperor showed any signs of madness, he would fill his heart in one go.

"Brother Huang." Prince Rui said softly, "This matter...does the prime minister know?"

Li Chengzuo was so stiff that he was facing the wind, but the deep suspicion in Taohua's eyes betrayed the fact that he had no bottom in his heart.

Prince Rui sighed: "Brother Huang, I know you don't like to hear it, but I have to say that no matter whether Prime Minister Jiang knew it or not, or how he knew it, his judgment is correct—there is only peace talks. There is no choice."

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When Jiang Xizhu returned to the mansion, he was not surprised to find that the Marquis of Fengcheng had come to his door.

The boy waiting in the concierge greeted Jiang Xizhu in a panic as soon as he saw Jiang Xizhu coming back. He said bluntly that Lord Hou's complexion was not very good.

Jiang Xizhu had no expression on his face, and answered "Got it" in a neutral manner, without any intention of avoiding it, and entered the front hall of Jiang's mansion as if nothing had happened.

Song Zhen boldly sat down in the front hall, blew his beard and stared at his eyes, his face was covered with a thick layer of displeasure, he was obviously furious, and he was waiting for Jiang Xizhu to give him an explanation.Mr. Jiang Ge and his wife were also sitting beside him. They had obviously heard about the cause and effect, and they were a bit lacking in confidence for Song Zhen's appearance of inquiring about his teacher. Seeing that Jiang Xizhu was about to enter the door after bypassing the corridor, he was afraid that he would contradict him with one or two words and make a fuss. At the end of the day, they took turns giving winks to their sons from a long distance away.

Jiang Xizhu turned a blind eye to the winking between the two, and went straight into the living room, and greeted Song Zhen politely: "Uncle, nephew knows that you have resentment, so I will apologize to you first, please calm down and talk a little bit. "

Song Zhen looked at Jiang Xizhu's appearance that nothing had happened, and he was a little angry, but his reason was still there, knowing that Jiang Xizhu was never a careless person, and he was able to maintain it when he came in and greeted and apologized. With only a little patience left, he got off the donkey along the slope.

Song Zhen glanced at Jiang Xizhu, still full of anger, stood up, hummed heavily, and turned around behind the screen in the front hall of Jiang's mansion.

Jiang Xizhu gave Jiang Ge and his wife a "no problem" look, motioning them to avoid, watched the two elders get up and go out, and then turned in.

After a long while, Song Zhen came out from behind the screen with a blue complexion, his face was still not in a "pleasant" attitude, but he obviously didn't have the arrogance of asking questions just now, like an eggplant beaten by frost, his whole body was wilted, absent-minded He bowed to Mr. Jiang Ge and Mrs. Jiang, as if a tiger was chasing him, and left in a panic.

When Jiang Xizhu turned out, Song Zhen had already disappeared with swift legs and feet. Jiang Xizhu stopped and looked, but could only see the dust raised by Fengchenghou's carriage at the gate of the mansion. He shook his head with a smile or a sigh, and turned around. Suddenly, he met Mrs. Jiang's questioning eyes.

"Jun Chi." Mrs. Jiang hesitated for a while, but she still couldn't swallow the words that came to her lips, and said with a frown, "Of course, mother doesn't understand the affairs of the court, but..."

Jiang Xizhu knew what she was going to say when she saw her hesitating to speak. The intertwined relationship between the powerful and aristocratic families in the capital is not to be maintained if you want to, nor is it to be broken up when you want to. Relationships are a little more complicated than you might imagine.

Although Marquis Fengcheng is a real uncle, in the final analysis, he is a passenger on the same boat.

What's more, in the eyes of many people who don't know why, Fengchenghou is not to be offended-Song Yingluo, Fengchenghou's eldest daughter, was appointed by the emperor to enter the palace. The supernatural powers like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea are produced, and coercion will not produce results.Now he suddenly conferred the title of concubine, not to mention anything else, this alone is enough for the Marquis of Fengcheng to walk sideways in the capital.

Jiang Xizhu hesitated for a moment, but he didn't interrupt Mrs. Jiang. He only smiled reassuringly after hearing her finish: "Mother is worrying too much. It's urgent. My son didn't know the news too early. Uncle Hui, now that he has exchanged information with uncle, he will understand."

"This is the best." Mrs. Jiang nodded worriedly, her complexion was still not relaxed, don't blame her for talking too much, "A few days ago, the assassination of the emperor...does it have something to do with it?"

Jiang Xizhu smiled, neither saying yes nor no, took Mrs. Jiang's arm, and walked with her: "Mother, many things are not what you see... my son will send you back to your room."

Jiang Xizhu's voice was very soft, but he didn't know whether he was speaking to Mrs. Jiang or to himself.

The corridors of Jiang's Mansion are quiet, deep in the courtyard, and pedestrians can hear rustling footsteps when they pass by.

He did know about the Khitan peace talks earlier than Feng Chenghou and others, but the "superficial matter" he just said with Madam Jiang was not this one.

Not long ago, he was still the high and proud prime minister, thinking that he could control the overturned court situation by himself, but now he knows that another meaning of being conceited and capable is ignorance - just like Song Zhen who doesn't know at all The Khitan people held the same handle, and he never expected that Li Chengzuo, who he thought he knew the most, had a completely different face.

The years of laughing and cursing that passed by in a hurry seemed to have no sense of reality suddenly. Looking at the flowers in the hazy mist was like an old dream with sadness and joy. Whitewashing the peace and continuing this life as if nothing had happened is not only absurd but also authentic, but the sincere and frank state of mind before will never come back after all.

Jiang Xizhu felt an indescribable confusion in his heart. He felt that he should be blaming Li Chengzuo, even Li Chengzuo himself thought so, but only when he knew about the Khitan peace talks did he know that it was not to blame ——The person who is trusted pretends to deceive him. He can ignore it, and the person he admires is excluded from the plan. He can understand that he is a scholar who is useless, but he is a scholar who has read the words of the sage piously under the sage , he will not be full of resentment and grief and indignation at being underappreciated, he is just frustrated with his own powerlessness and incompetence.

He bid farewell to Mrs. Jiang, sighed slowly, turned and went back to his room.

After all, his world is too small, he thought, just seeing the desolation of the world is like seeing the desolation of the world.

Jiang Xizhu closed his eyes, paced to the table, and found the neatly folded biography from an inconspicuous old book, hesitated, and put it back again.

The wind in the capital has never stopped, and it will only blow from one place to another.