I just like the Prime Minister

Jiang Xizhu was alerted by his smile, and suddenly raised his head, facing those pair of peach blossom eyes, he was a bit ashamed for no reason, and when he remembered what he was looking at, the shame became even worse, it was almost unavoidable.

Before Jiang Xizhu could cover up, the emperor, who was still outside the house just now, had already floated into the house in a mysterious figure.

"Phoenix Tower." He laughed, "I thought that only kids like Lao Qi who are not doing their jobs and have high hearts would watch this kind of stuff, but I didn't expect you to have this hobby too."

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

The ability of the villain to sue first has probably been integrated into the emperor's noble flesh and blood. As a benchmark of "ignorance and incompetence" who has been famous in the capital since he was a teenager, Prime Minister Jiang really can't imagine how he has the face to sue others. Unprofessional.

What's more, the emperor who can see through the book at a glance is probably also a book fan.

This is really a crow dislikes a pig black.

Li Chengzuo didn't feel the slander in the prime minister's heart. He reached out and took out the "Phoenix Tower" from Jiang Xizhu's hand and turned it to the cover. The strokes and strokes are as thin as mosquitoes and flies, and they look delicate and awkward on the dark blue cover paper, as if they want to struggle to tell the world that they are different, but they are not willing to succumb to the pen and ink of others.

"One changes the universe, two changes turbidity, and three changes people's hearts. These are the three changes." Li Chengzuo smiled, "It is rumored that the author is a poor scholar. True and false things, delusion to use the power over the imperial court to change the present, I wrote it as I wrote it, but it happened to spread, making myself famous, and even regarded as a miracle by a group of poor people who have never seen the world. Books——Let me tell you, although the bunch of rotten Confucians in the Imperial College are chattering, they are still not blind... Well, he still has literary talents, and his ambitions are still lofty, but it's a pity that the arms of the mantis are like cars, and the flies shake the trees. In a room with air leaks everywhere, I just think about earth-shattering, how can there be such a good thing, if such a person can win the three-yuan feudal lord and worship minister, I am afraid that the land left by my father will be completely wiped out by Nan Ke Yimeng."

I didn't expect that half of the prodigal emperor who couldn't read the big characters knew quite a lot. Not only that, but with his idle temperament, he didn't even take the "three-change layman" who had a big daydream as his confidant, but commented on it. so low.

Jiang Xizhu took the book back and put it back on the shelf calmly: "I can't say that, I think this man is indeed full of economics and has the talent to govern the world, but it's a pity that he is too restrained by foreign things, and he can't be an official in the court. You can't be a hero in the field, and the morals and family background are both shackles, so he pinned his hopes on illusory - just like what he wrote in his book, to establish an omniscient, omnipotent, uniting north and south, connecting east and west, and finally in troubled times Among them, the Phoenix Tower that leveled the world... Not to mention anything else, but I think this person has a lot of ideas. If this idea comes true, it must be a weapon for the country. Talk to him."

Li Chengzuo's expression suddenly became a bit complicated, but Jiang Xizhu was lowering his head to pack the sundries in his hands, and didn't see the emperor's face at all. When he turned around, the emperor had already returned to being a fool: "What's so good about a poor scholar? I can't stand my shoulders and my hands can't pick it. Writing a few sour words is like becoming the pillar of Dayu's country. You are the prime minister who is like my right arm. A sour scholar or a major general also doesn't have this ability."

He crutches and crutches twice, with a gun and a stick, pointing and cursing, and turning the conversation back to Pei Wenyuan. Prime Minister Jiang was agitated by this nonsense emperor's words, and he was convinced of his ability to make people burst into anger with his words.

Prime Minister Jiang was really too lazy to argue with him, so he simply pretended not to hear.

Li Chengzuo was dressed in a crimson purple fancy dress and brocade clothes. He took out a folding fan inlaid with gold rims from nowhere and pretended to shake it. The jade pendants around his waist collided with each other with his movements. With a face and a mouthful of gold teeth, he is a real hooligan.

However, the emperor of the phoenix son and dragon grandson has clear and clear eyebrows, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that seem to be smiling but not smiling, as if outlining the endless right and wrong in the thousands of mountains and rivers. Seriously, there is a kind of innate arrogance -- that is the breath of an emperor for which all things in the world bow their heads.

However, Jiang Xizhu felt astonished by this serious appearance, and it didn't last long before he failed—Li Chengzuo personally explained what it means to be "handsome but half a cup of tea", and the dragon aura on his body followed his mouth to speak. The bear broke it off like a stick and threw it into the rotten corn field: "Why, I thought you admired that little hooligan who was your childhood sweetheart more, but I didn't expect you to still see the folk juggling that wrote the storybook?"

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

This person is just a cheap talker, and his strength is a challenge.

Prime Minister Jiang was so well educated that he couldn't find any elegant words to sum up the emperor's high opinion—this high level probably combined "a dog can't spit ivory out of its mouth" and "a dog sees people as inferior".

The emperor is naturally not a dog, even if it is a dog, it must be a "roaring dog" that can go to the sky to show his unique dignity.

Li Chengzuo's ability to disturb three points without reason is at its peak. Jiang Xizhu decided not to share his knowledge with him. He was about to find a reason to send him back to the palace so that he would not have nothing to do. Peach blossom eyes full of smiles—these are clouds, wind and shadows, long rivers and dawn stars gathering and dispersing, and the thousands of tenderness accumulated by time and old years seem to be in this glance.

Jiang Xizhu was stunned, he didn't expect that Li Chengzuo was watching him like this from a place he couldn't see, he turned his head away in a little panic, but what flashed in his heart was the dizzy palace, which was so close to him. The closed palace gate.

I don't know whether it was deliberate or deliberately disturbing the emperor's mind, but his face was innocent, and he didn't want to let go of Jiang Xizhu, who was still in a mess in his heart. Said: "today's fifteenth, there is a night market in the west of the city at night, come with me to see."

Jiang Xizhu frowned: "I still have official duties..."

Before the excuses were finished, the deceptive emperor had already put on an appearance of "I won't listen" and dragged Jiang Xizhu out of the study.

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

Prime Minister Jiang had never thought about the possibility of joining the army so seriously, he didn't need to be very skilled, just practice martial arts enough to beat this bastard until he couldn't find his way.

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The cold of winter had not yet dissipated, and it was still early in the night, Jiang Xizhu was dragged by Li Chengzuo from the east of the city to the west of the city, and it wasn't long before night fell suddenly.

Today is the fifteenth day, and the lights of the flower market are like daytime.

Willow shoots on the moon, people make an appointment at dusk.

The cold air in the evening wind in spring is still striking, the sky is light and cloudy, and a round of bright moon is rising in the middle of the sky. The bright light softly spreads all over the capital, and the youths of the five tombs covering the capital are vying for spring clothes.

Under the Flower Fragrant Jade Tower, willows by the pool in early spring flutter the delicate and timid evening make-up of the spring moon, catkins are flying, Nanmo is adjacent to the east, and the desert is full of people who care about each other and grow old.

The spring day in Beijing is the shortest, with willow catkins together, the parting of the spring scenery seems to be imminent.

Li Chengzuo's peach blossom eyes were bent, and he held Jiang Chengxiang's shoulders to prevent him from moving. He reached out to grab a cluster of lingering catkins between Jiang Xi's bamboo temples, and pinched them away with his fingers, but unexpectedly, more droplets came leisurely in the night sky , Can't care about here, don't care about there, catching for a while in vain, he looked at the helpless Jiang Xizhu himself and smiled: "It's considered that I have seen Jun Chi's old age in advance, congratulations."

Whoever is stared at and laughed by him like this will probably have their hearts scattered all over the floor. Jiang Xizhu hurriedly turned his head away from him with some palpitations, stretched out his hand and randomly pulled a handful of broken hair, trying to slap all of Li Chengzuo from above. teasing.

When did Li Chengzuo, the late emperor's golden son, know how to read people's faces, let alone what it means to accept as soon as they are good, seeing Jiang Xizhu showing such an uncomfortable expression, he still stared at him and teased him.

"I still remember that when you were young, you accompanied me to study. The willow catkins just flew by the Taiye pool in the palace. I felt annoying and wanted to order someone to cut them down. The servants were obedient and refused to make a sound. Only you smiled and said, "Cut the willows, my lord." How can you identify the talents of Yongxu in the future?', even the old-fashioned Taifu passed by, and you laughed at him." Li Chengzuo's eyes were full of memories and smiles, and he said with eyebrows flying, "... pitiful Yong Xu is talented, but someone has such a rare character, you say, how about I make him a queen?"

Jiang Xizhu paused in his heart, and the sweet and sour taste of candied haws seemed to surge up again. Fortunately, he was outside at this time, and he finally didn't have to maintain his respectful words, but he still forced himself to be dumb, and verbally spoke nonsense. The emperor pouted back: "Don't talk nonsense."

Li Chengzuo, the heartless master, was obviously pouted not once or twice, and he responded in a rather unscrupulous tone: "Which nonsense? I swear to God, every word is sincere....Don't lose face, say Can't say no?"

Jiang Xizhu: "..."

I am afraid that you are not "talking", and I am afraid that you are "talking", Jiang Xizhu said in his heart, but judging by his lack of seriousness, anyone who can tell sincerity from his tone is probably a deaf person.

Of course Jiang Xizhu was not deaf, and he would not take his nonsense seriously. After giving him a blank look, he turned and went into the teahouse on the street.

The largest teahouse in the capital is called "Zuihuayin". From peddlers to pawns, as long as they can afford the tea money, they will be treated equally when entering this door.

In such a place where fish and dragons are mixed, there are many teachings and opinions, and there are many people with mixed opinions. It is easy to have disputes or some people look down on others. However, everyone is willing to join in the fun and at the same time, everyone can restrain themselves and maintain peace. It is not a small test for many demons, goblins, dignitaries, and dignitaries. As for the only reason why they can all stand this test - it is said that the boss behind "Drunken Flower Yin" is Prince Rui Li Chengsi.

Prince Rui is the only son of the Empress Dowager and the younger brother of the Emperor. Even if he is still young, no one is impatient to run wild on this Lord's territory. It's a life-like death.

Li Chengzuo is more familiar with entering "Zuihuayin" than entering his Golden Palace.

In the past, "Zuihuayin" was lively, but today it is even more lively - because the teahouse used some means to invite a storyteller who is now popular in the forty-nine cities, and the story told, so coincidentally, is exactly that The idle book "Phoenix Tower" that got into the eyes of the prime minister for no reason.