...

Passing through the front lobby, Zhao Wujiang was led by Ah Fu to a courtyard with lush purple bamboos.

There is a bamboo door in the small courtyard. When the bamboo door is pushed open, a house appears in front. The door is closed at the moment.

It seems to be the place where Dugu Yihe usually used to have secret conversations... Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and Ah Fu knocked on the door:

"Master, Master Zhao is here."

Because at the banquet last time, Dugu Yihe and Zhao Wujiang called each other uncle and nephew when they talked about their relationship, so Ah Fu called Zhao Wujiang Master Zhao.

"Come in." Dugu Yihe's majestic voice came from inside the door.

Ah Fu pushed open the door and let Zhao Wujiang enter the room.

...

As soon as Zhao Wujiang stepped into the room, four pairs of eyes looked over with scrutiny.

The scene that appeared in front of him was obviously a study room. At this moment, Dugu Yihe and three middle-aged people were discussing something in front of the desk.

"Brother Dugu, is it inappropriate for him to come?"

One of them, a middle-aged man wearing a crimson robe and with thick beard, said in a deep voice.

Dugu Yiheyuan Tingyuezhi smiled faintly, walked quickly to Zhao Wujiang, held Zhao Wujiang's shoulders, and said with a smile:

"Let me introduce..."

"Zhao Wujiang, the chief manager of the harem, knows everyone."

The man in the crimson robe had eyes like daggers, and Zhao Wujiang could feel the domineering and iron-blooded aura in him.

"Chen Anbang, Minister of the Ministry of War." Dugu Yihe introduced the man in crimson robe to Zhao Wujiang, and then he spread his big hands to the other two:

"In black official robes, the young minister of Dali Temple, Yuchi Zhenwu, and beside him in purple official robes, is Cao Changqing, the imperial censor."

Zhao Wujiang handed over his hand, neither humble nor arrogant: "I have met Master Dugu, I have met three adults..."

Among the three high-ranking officials, except Yuchi Zhenwu, the young minister of Dali Temple, he had met the other two at the wedding banquet.

He won Princess Moon Worship's heart-warming smile and outshone many talented people. Presumably, he left a bad impression in the minds of the two high-ranking officials. After all, they included their heirs.

Yuchi Zhenwu, the young minister of Dali Temple, has a thick unibrow, and his eyes look like an eagle when he looks at him.

"Let's all sit down and talk." Dugu Yihe took Zhao Wujiang's arm and asked him to sit down, and then waved to the other three.

He smiled and explained to Zhao Wujiang:

"We are discussing the candidate for the Northern General."

There are roster files on the desk, which contain detailed information and information on each of the experts who are capable of serving as generals of the Northern Territory.

"Brother Dugu, why are you explaining so much to him? What can he understand?" Chen Anbang, the Minister of War, snorted coldly.

Zhao Wujiang turned a deaf ear and followed Dugu Yihe's words and said calmly:

"Among these lists, I think the most suitable candidate is Dugu Tianqing, right? He has inherited Lord Dugu's strategic courage and profound martial arts."

Is it because he has a keen sense of smell or is he just flattering... Yuchi Zhenwu frowned and looked at the file in his hand without making a sound.

Dugu Yihe laughed heartily: "You, you..."

Then his eyes dimmed slightly:

"It's a pity that the emperor has been thinking about it for so long and has not considered my son Tianqing. He probably has other plans... I just don't know who it will be."

"My son, Shaobao, is very resourceful, but it is a pity that his martial arts cultivation is still shallow and he has no experience in marching and fighting. Otherwise, I would strongly recommend my son, Shaobao, to go to the north." Cao Changqing, the imperial censor, also turned over the table.

Roster files:

"Brother Chen's Zhiguo is a good soldier in marching and fighting, but unfortunately he is a little brave and foolhardy.

After much thought, Brother Dugu, your Tianqing is the most suitable!"

Chen Anbang, Minister of the Ministry of War, snorted slightly but did not refute.

Dugu Yihe smiled bitterly:

"The Emperor must be worried about my Dugu family. It's difficult for Tian Qing to serve as the general of the Northern Territory."

Xuanyuan Jing will issue an order tomorrow to appoint Dugu Tianqing. These old men have no idea at all... Zhao Wujiang's heart moved and he said with a smile:

"It all depends on people."

"Oh?" Dugu Yihe's eyes brightened when he heard this. Zhao Wujiang has been promoted to the general manager in the harem. He obviously has a lot of trust from the emperor, but he doesn't know if he can promote the matter of the general in the north.

..

Dugu Yihe thought in his heart and smiled kindly:

"Manager Zhao, what can you do?"

"The matter in the north is of great importance. What can he, the general manager of the harem, do? Can the emperor change his mind and appoint Dugu Tianqing?" Chen Anbang, the Minister of War, sneered.

I think Dugu Yihe is an old fool, and he actually asked a young eunuch on such a big matter... Yuchi Zhenwu, the young minister of Dali Temple, threw the roster in his hand on the desk, and the four of them thought about it for more than an hour.

There is no way, Zhao Wujiang already has it?

Zhao Wujiang's ancient well had no waves, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle:

"There's nothing I can do about it, but I can give you a little help."

"Can you help me a little bit? Haha..." Chen Anbang laughed, his long beard trembling:

"I don't know how high the sky is!"
Chapter completed!