I just like the Prime Minister

In the evening when the key was released at the palace gate, Jiang Xizhu went back to Jiang's mansion with a heavy heart, said good night to Mr. Jiang Ge and his wife, and ordered the servants not to disturb him, and locked himself in the study room, but felt a little stuffy, so he stretched out his hand and pushed it away. carved windows.

The night breeze in late spring is warm, the red clouds have receded, and the moonlight is like a thin spring shirt paving the hazy courtyard. , no longer need Luo Wei to keep out the cold spring.

Jiang Xizhu's mind was filled with old things and new worries today, before he could sort out the myriad of thoughts, he suddenly heard a rustling sound, Jiang Xizhu froze, knowing that this was the reunion with the gentleman on Liangshang, he turned around and was about to call out People, on the contrary, they listened to the unexpected guest and said, "Prime Minister, don't panic, your own people, your own people."

A Taoist priest turned over and came down from the eaves, wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe and a silver-white dust brush, but his skills were not practiced - when he landed, his feet slipped, and he lost his ready-made fairy bones, and even flashed his waist.

Jiang Xizhu: "...Zixu Daoist?"

The Taoist who turned over and got down is the current national teacher. He was standing in front of Jiang Xizhu rubbing his waist with bared teeth. Unfathomable.

... If it weren't for his posture just now when he landed like a dog, Prime Minister Jiang might have really believed his "unfathomable" evil.

Jiang Xizhu was puzzled and alert: "Why is the Taoist priest here?"

If you don't go through the front door, it's obvious that it's either rape or robbery?

Daoist Zixu held his bumbling goatee and said with a smile: "The poor Taoist is watching the stars tonight, Hui is in Santai, and there is a faint purple vision. I am afraid that there will be some unexplainable disaster, so I am here to visit the prime minister... I heard The prime minister passed through the house but did not enter, and entered the palace directly, guessing wildly, I am afraid that the old man's deduction is correct..."

Jiang Xizhu looked up at the sky, and a dark cloud came at an inopportune time, which happened to cover the starlight in the sky. Just as he frowned, he heard that the old Taoist who gave nonsense magical skills that day said, "Oh... Poor Dao misremembered, it was yesterday The night view of the astrology... I am getting old, my memory is not good, the Prime Minister will take care of it."

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

If it weren't for this old way, if he was a Buddhist, he would definitely go to hell after death.As his apprentice, Li Chengzuo may have exhausted his life's self-control to maintain such an unsullied demeanor.

The old Taoist did not have the self-consciousness to be annoying, so he sat down very leisurely beside the only tea table in the prime minister's study, and he brought the Biluochun from Mingqian to drink, and while drinking, he greeted the prime minister to come with him: "Prime Minister, don't stand there, please sit down quickly, treat it as your own mansion... Oh, this is your mansion. I didn't say it, but tell the old man, how is the concubine?"

Jiang Xizhu was speechless for a long while, then suddenly realized something was wrong, and raised his eyes to look at the smiling old Taoist.

The incident of Song Yingluo's poisoning was indeed a big one, but after Jiang Xizhu entered the palace, he persuaded Li Chengzuo to make a quick decision, and only controlled the situation in his own palace, except for Pei Wenyuan, the blind cat who bumped into a dead rat and followed the palace. In order not to alarm the Queen Mother, Even Prince Rui was not summoned, how did Taoist Priest Zixu know?Could he really be able to pinch and count? ... I only heard that he talked about God, but never heard that he had supernatural powers.

Under Jiang Xizhu's eyes watching the scammers, the old Taoist remained calm and composed: "The noble concubine is a lucky man, so the prime minister doesn't need to worry too much... As for the emperor, I'm afraid he also knows the pros and cons behind this matter. With his intelligence, he must have a response."

The doubts in Jiang Xizhu's heart were not lacking, but he had other thoughts, let go of the entanglement that could not be solved before, and found a new way, and immediately understood the situation in front of him: "Since the imperial concubine is fine, the emperor is prepared, and the Taoist priest came late at night, it must be It’s not that I want to discuss with you how to share your worries... The Taoist priest has already calculated everything in his hands, why didn’t he remind the emperor to take precautions?”

Taoist Master Zixu seemed to have turned into a huge grievance on the spot, waving his hands and posing thousands of double images, shaking his head and saying: "No, no, the poor Taoist is indeed here to share your worries, but it's not what you share. Worrying... The blame of the brother Yan Qiang, who is close relatives and enemies, has to be carried by the poor Taoist himself. People who are poor and out of the world, just ask the rivers and lakes regardless of the court... If the prime minister has nothing to do at night, can you follow the old Tao? "

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The two of them didn't disturb the servant's courtyard, bypassed the corridor of Xiang's mansion, went out from the back door, and went straight to the east of the city.

Jiang Xizhu didn't know where he was bewitched by some evildoer, and he wanted to follow an unreliable old Taoist priest to walk through the twisted and ordinary alleys in this dark night.

Yang Zimo hangs in the east of the city, but it's too late now, and the color of peaches and plums can't be seen clearly.

Jiang Xizhu is a scholar, he usually does not work hard, so it is difficult to walk, Zixu is a martial arts practitioner, Xu Shicai twisted his waist when he turned over the eaves just now, it is very useless, he walks more angry than Jiang Xizhu blow.

After all, Jiang Xizhu has read too many sage books, and his heart of respecting the elderly has not been cut by half because of Zixu Daoist's disrespect for the elderly. Halfway through, seeing that he was struggling to walk, he stopped and stood against the wall, supporting the complaining The old Taoist who kept going but was still on his way: "Daoist Master Zixu, if you are forced to, you should rest for a while before you go."

Daoist Zixu supported his waist and blew his breath, said a word and blew on his beard: "No...no need, it's better to hurry up, hurry up."

This old Niubi usually had an unshakable and shameless face, and what he said was true, but he had never been really panicked, but at this time he hurried on his way as if he was urged to his death by black and white impermanence.

Jiang Xizhu's heart suddenly became alert, he had no force to get close to him, but at this moment, he still couldn't help but increase the weight of his hands, and pressed Daoist Zixu's shoulder.

His knuckles are slender, and his strength in holding the pen can be described as vigorous, but his use of force is quite inferior, at most comparable to that of an ordinary adult man. Because he has always acted like a gentleman, his press is still polite, but it makes Zixu say Feeling the pressure for no reason, Chang Wu's voice became a little softer when he was discouraged.

Jiang Xizhu smiled elegantly under the moonlight: "The emperor once told his ministers that when he was traveling in the rivers and lakes, he had contracted a cold illness and was rescued by the Taoist priest, so he was grateful for the life-saving grace of the Taoist priest, and also knew that the Taoist priest was in the rivers and lakes. He is a well-known and upright person who is willing to take the Taoist priest as his teacher. Jun Chi knows that it is presumptuous to say so, but he is a teacher for a day and a father for life. It is the nature of a teacher to hope that his apprentices will do something. But teachers also receive karma for preaching. People who are confused, today the noble concubine is in such a catastrophe, the Taoist priest has foreseen it but refuses to speak out, it is inhumane; Forgive me for asking bluntly, why did the Daoist make mysteries and lure me here? As the Daoist saw, although I have grown up with the emperor, but in the end the throne and imperial power cannot be controlled by me alone, even if the Daoist values ​​me , I am afraid that I may not be able to do everything the Taoist priest wishes."

Daoist Zixu was stunned by Jiang Xizhu's speculation.

He always thought that this good-tempered prime minister was a simple person, born as a literati, full of pride, and a bit pedantic at the same time, he knew how to get out of the mud and not to be stained, and knew how to protect himself wisely. Bad words.

He really didn't expect that such a person would be so hard and soft when facing the matter of Li Chengzuo, with a kind of desperation-like suddenness and willingness to do anything.

Daoist Zixu felt the strength on his shoulders. Even though those hands had the strength of an adult man, they were ordinary after all. With his not so good practice, it would be easy to bounce off a move and then catch it back, but he wanted to After thinking about it, he didn't do so, despite the hands full of uneasiness and speculation on his shoulders.

"The prime minister has been thinking too much. Although the old man is from the rivers and lakes, he has never read as many books as the prime minister since he was a child. He has never listened to the teachings of the great Confucianists of the time, but he also sits down with the kings of heaven and earth to practice Taoism. I don’t do enough for my teacher, so I’m going to take care of you.” Daoist Zixu said this, and sighed, “The emperor and Lao Niubi have a lot of fate in this world. , the ones who are raised with miscellaneous grains and five grains are also the heart of comparison, the poison of a tiger does not eat its offspring, even if the old Taoists are desperate, they will not deceive their apprentices."

It was rare for Jiang Xizhu to hear the old Taoist say a few words of truth, and he felt quite relaxed for a moment. Seeing that his words were sincere and his expression was open and not fake, the strength in his hands finally loosened: "Offending the Taoist priest is a last resort, and the Taoist priest forgives the crime. I will experience it later. Today, I have a lot of doubts in my heart, and I hope the Taoist priest will clarify."

Daoist Zixu rubbed the shoulders held by Jiang Xizhu for a long time, as if he was really overwhelmed, he relieved a few times, and said sentimentally: "When the old Taoist met His Majesty that day, it was so dark and windy at night."

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

Isn't Ye Hei Feng Gao used to describe the night of killing people? Just after you finished being a gentleman on Liangshang, you feel that Ye Hei Feng Gao is not good...

The prime minister's eyebrows twitched, as if Fu Ling felt the omen that some people were about to talk nonsense, and he heard the old Taoist's voice moved: "That day, the old Taoist lost his way in the spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and he had no time to leave the city before dark. I was able to stay overnight in the Chenghuang Temple, so I met the Emperor... I made a bet with him and made a miscalculation, so I lost to him a sesame seed cake and two steamed buns."

...Wait, this seems to be different from what I heard.

"Later, he was drowsy due to rain, wind and cold. I, oh no, the emperor thought that he would die soon, so I took the dry food again, oh no, I returned it. The old man originally hoped that the rain would stop, but when he looked at him, he felt I couldn't bear it, so I went to someone near the City God to ask for some porridge and soup medicine, and took care of him to recover from his illness...Speaking of which, the old Taoist still owes the Emperor's apprentice the love of one sesame cake and two steamed buns."

The master and apprentice are unique in their own way only by flickering. No matter which mouth they say, they can be mixed with enough moisture to overwhelm the Dragon King Temple.

"..." Jiang Xizhu was speechless, reluctantly said, "So?"

"You always have to pay it back when you come out to mess around." The old Taoist flicked his whisk and pointed forward in compassion.

"Prime Minister, you understand what you want, and this is it."