I just like the Prime Minister

Jiang Xizhu recalled the carefulness with which Taoist Master Xu gave Yeluzhen the medicine. No matter what, he couldn’t believe that he was really upright and full of compassion. The mood of being so speechless has concealed the true colors of "returning things to their original owners".

Li Chengzuo seemed to be tacitly aware of Taoist Zixu's actions. As soon as he smelled the saber wound medicine, he already knew the origin of this thing, and he was not very happy to pursue the old cow's nose.

The finger thickness of that thing, the length of half a palm, the material is black, like jade and iron, and the small thing is quite heavy in the palm of the hand. Li Chengzuo ran his fingers over its uneven surface, barely recognized it, and found that it turned out to be words, and The one that should be engraved with the official seal... Li Chengzuo took cinnabar and stained it casually, found a piece of rice paper to pull out the pattern of the seal, and found that it was a vivid phoenix.

Seeing this seal letter, Concubine Song regained her spirits suddenly, her waist was no longer sore and her back was no longer hurting, she commanded Taoist Master Zixu to move her to the side of Li Chengzuo, dutifully obscuring her eyes until she saw the paper on the rice paper. The pattern of the phoenix appeared, and a pair of eyes lit up at that time: "Phoenix seal."

She believed that with her miserable appearance, Li Chengzuo would not be ashamed to beat her up even if she was furious, so she snatched things in a grand manner, without any concern for His Majesty's sad expression, and snatched up the black seal. In his hand: "It turns out that this thing really exists... Gu Xuecheng was abandoned by the martial arts because he founded the Demon Cult in the past, but there has always been a saying that the Demon Cult was not created by Gu Xuecheng, but Gu Xuecheng was responsible for managing it. The person who teaches is actually... well, his mother."

When Song Yingluo said this, she thought she knew it and cast a look of "you understand" at Li Chengzuo, and continued: "So, the representative of the token of commanding the Demon Cult is the "Phoenix"... Your Majesty, I am now I do have some doubts about this statement. When the phoenix seal appeared, Gu Xuecheng had already adopted the ancient mythical beast phoenix, so whether this pattern represents which one, or the one my cousin is keeping now, I guess no one can tell. Let me make it clear...Your Majesty, look, there are 72 demon scripts on the Phoenix seal, each character represents a member of the Demon Cult, and the demon script has been passed down from generation to generation... I just don't know how many descendants of these people are left. ...You are amazing my Daoist, where did you get this thing?"

Taoist Zixu twirled his goatee, showing a relaxed expression of "I'll save the old Taoist priest from explaining", and the big-tailed wolf pretended to be so serious: "The poor Taoist has the help of immortals... Hehe, Daoist The law is natural, and I am omnipotent."

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

I am afraid that this immortal, like himself, lives on the beams of the house.

Li Chengzuo touched the "Phoenix Seal" calmly, filled Song Yingluo's ears with ramblings, frowned, and suddenly said to Taoist Zixu: "Are they doing things based on the seal, or are they divided?"

Daoist Zixu smiled dignifiedly on the spot: "Your Majesty, Pindao did not hesitate to risk the crime of collaborating with the enemy to rescue the foreign prince, just to get this thing... Your Majesty, as far as I know, there are This thing is enough."

Li Chengzuo's hands were clenched suddenly, and his knuckles turned white.

He raised his head and looked at the old-fashioned old man who smiled like a little white lotus outside the world, but he couldn't stop the surging emotions in his heart.

He suddenly remembered the question asked by the old Taoist just now—he had known for a long time that there would be a day when the madness of pretending to hide his strength and bide his time would fade away completely, and the people around him would be stuck in the quagmire where life and death were difficult to get out of. They will face silent dangers, and they will be like Song Yingluo, who was happy without worry one moment, and silent the next moment.

When this person was Song Yingluo, that feeling of guilt was enough to drag him into the bath where he couldn't move at all...

And if this person is the one he has always hoped to be safe and sound... Li Chengzuo thought about it, and felt that even death might not be so painful.

He was a little shaken by that question at first, but at this moment he suddenly became determined calmly.

"Zhang Deying." He turned around and said, "Xuan Lao Qi..."

"and many more."

Li Chengzuo turned his head and followed the voice that he knew whose voice it was, and he saw Jiang Xizhu standing there.

He stepped forward, bowed in front of Li Chengzuo tenderly but could not refuse: "Your Majesty, can you let me see this seal letter."

After all, he didn't steal and plunder like Song Yingluo, he just spread out those romantic palms with pens and pens, the knuckles were slender, and the lines on the palms were clearly visible, it wasn't the frailty of a woman, nor the wind and frost of a warrior.

Li Chengzuo was bewitched by his natural posture, and before he had time to think, the small seal letter had already arrived in his palm, and His Majesty the Emperor, who was so dazed, came back to his senses. Looking back, he was fixed in place.

Jiang Xizhu took the cinnabar-stained letter, but he didn't look at the phoenix pattern - the pattern was indeed lifelike, and it was exactly the same as the one hidden in the prime minister's mansion before Nirvana, but he was more concerned about it. thing.

Holding the seal, he walked to a place with bright light in two steps, and carefully discerned the subtle characters on the seal one by one. After looking at it for a long time, he turned his eyes back to the palace to teach the seal to Taoist Master Zixu. hand.

"Master Daoist." Jiang Xizhu called politely, but there was a kind of coldness in his eyes that was exactly the same as Li Chengzuo when he was serious. Even if he didn't have martial arts and was just a scholar, he couldn't let people ignore his keen courage, "72 Demon God Wen , which one represents Wudang? Or, which one represents your Zixu Daoist?"

Song Yingluo was on the side, her eyes suddenly opened wide, as if she heard a not-so-funny joke, but she couldn't really make a smile.

Li Chengzuo was taken aback when he heard the words, and there was not much surprise on his face, but it was unexpected that Jiang Xizhu would explain these words before him.

In fact, this is very well connected. A somewhat unreliable and crazy Taoist priest, even if he is lucky, he will not be able to find the current emperor as an apprentice; even when Li Chengzuo was a prince, he would not be able to support him. "Good name", but after all, the imperial court is orthodox, and there are as many people who want to try to curry favor with him as crucian carp crossing the river. No matter what, it will never be the turn of an old Taoist priest who doesn't look good, but in fact is not very good. When the prince traveled around the rivers and lakes—unless this was acquiesced, even the first emperor would not dare to pierce this layer of window paper easily.

And in Dayu's more than a hundred years of ups and downs, it just so happens that there is such an existence that the royal family keeps a secret and is closely connected with the world. Isn't it a coincidence.

Li Chengzuo thought helplessly, he couldn't stop it, his prime minister was not smart, but too smart, so smart that he was able to connect the whole story with only some unspoken clues.

This is not pure wisdom, Li Chengzuo thinks, pure wisdom makes people sober, makes people know how to keep a respectful distance, makes people know how to protect themselves wisely, instead of knowing the thorns ahead, but boldly saying "I will go to hell if I don't go to hell".

The premise of caring is always caring.

Just like Jiang Xizhu, just like himself.

The old Taoist priest who had been dismantled for his true colors calmly touched his nose, as if his stealth and plucking were also loyal to the country, he coughed pretendingly, and casually picked up a body that was fake and real. Covering the dark circles under Zhong Kui's eyes, he smiled and complimented, "Whoever the Prime Minister thinks it is, that's it."

Sitting on the side, Li Chengzuo really wanted to snatch the Phoenix seal, and write the word "roll" on it with the imperial pen to thank his teacher.

Jiang Xizhu casually ran over the small but powerful century-old characters, and smiled and pushed back the blatant flattery of Taoist Priest Zixu: "I am incomparable to Taoist elders, who have no worries and two sleeves. The Jiang family has a century-old family and cannot bear the reputation of harboring foreigners. I can't bear the stigma of being sneaky, I'm in charge of countless government affairs for the emperor, even though the Taoist priest is suspected of buying and selling by force, this transaction is not in line with the emperor's original intention, and I boldly agreed for the emperor."

Taoist Master Zixu seemed to have only heard the only sentence of praise in the long series of condemnations. He stood up from the kindness of his sleeves and replied with a smile, "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable".

He deliberately let Jiang Xizhu participate in this matter, while involving his apprentice who saw that his wife could not walk, and while involving Fengchenghou, who was in the same spirit as Jiang Xizhu, as soon as he lost his grip, he continued the game with a smile The unfinished game a hundred years ago.

As a Taoist priest outside the world of mortals, he doesn't seem to have the heart of a unparalleled national scholar, but he can't see the rivers and lakes falling into the hands of foreign races, and he can't see those people who have tried their best to provoke others for their own peace and honor. The bloody storm.

Several people had their own considerations, between Wen Yan and Dao Fa, each finished their own riddles.

Song Yingluo was the only one who felt that she hadn't kept up with the rhythm - she had only been poisoned for a day, how could she wake up again, he couldn't understand what everyone was saying?

Miss Song insisted with dignity that she hadn't been poisoned by the drug, and tried hard to look at the expressions of everyone, and connected the cause and effect of what she saw and heard, and sadly found that she just didn't understand.

Every time like this, she misses Prince Rui very much - if this child is here, she won't be the only one who can't understand.

What are aliens?

An old Taoist is not an old Taoist, so what the hell is he?

What did my cousin get bought and sold by an old Taoist priest?Is it an apprentice?Song Yingluo took a look at Li Chengzuo, and felt that the emperor's pig, which has not been able to get cabbage for ten thousand years, is finally going to turn into braised pork, which is really gratifying.

Song Yingluo thought imaginatively, if it was true, it would be great, she might be able to leave the palace earlier, and before this year's peach blossoms are over, she will try her best to marry her famous beauty.

She was thinking about it, but it suddenly occurred to her that she still had one very important thing to do, and she asked to go before she was poisoned, but Li Chengzuo's crow's mouth came too suddenly, and she hadn't explained it clearly, and she hadn't lived yet. Li Chengzuo's consent was smashed by a crow from the sky.

"Your Majesty." Song Yingluo thought she was gentle and virtuous, and poked the emperor's arm. Li Chengzuo, who poked his paw lightly and gently, hissed secretly, glaring at her with obvious displeasure.

"What's the matter?" Song Yingluo was not afraid of him, relying on her injuries, "I told you before that I wanted to go to the rivers and lakes..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by an unexpected person. She turned around, somewhat inexplicably inexplicable.

Song Yingluo looked at that person and thought in amazement, her cousin seems to have become determined after eating the weights today, taking care of everything, as if anyone who speaks needs to get his permission.

"Take good care of your wounds." He said, "Your Majesty, what Yingluo said, please go for her."

Song Yingluo choked for a moment, feeling that his cousin might not have woken up today—this kind of request, even with his toes, he knew how messily Li Chengzuo would express his disapproval.

But what surprised her was yet to come.

"Yes." Li Chengzuo didn't even hesitate, but he spoke again when Jiang Xizhu was in a daze before Jiang Xizhu was ready to persuade, "Just one thing, I... I want to go with you. "