Just when everyone didn't know how to answer, the housekeeper hurriedly came to report: "Prince Yan is here."
Zhang Xuling breathed a sigh of relief and quickly helped Zhang Rui get up to go out to greet him.
The housekeeper bowed and said, "Prince Yan said there was no need to mobilize troops. He has already come here."
Others got up from their stools one after another, straightened their clothes, serious faces, bowed their heads, and were as solemn as going to court, leaving a bright road.
The small main hall suddenly became full of turmoil, and Prince Jin and Song Huiyue were left alone in a corner, no longer paying attention to them.
Soon, guards and chamberlains filed in, squeezing the already full main hall into an even smaller space. All the porcelain in the room was in danger and in danger of being shattered to pieces.
The guards carried long knives at their waists. As soon as they came in, they crowded Jin Wang's idlers to the inner door. The idlers stood against the wall, and behind them was the main room of the Zhang family.
They stretched out their hands to touch slingshots and other objects. They thought this place was not bad. They could advance, attack, retreat and defend.
The guards of King Jin also quickly gathered towards King Jin and Song Huiyue, just in case.
They did not hesitate to show their distrust of King Yan and the Zhang family, and did not care about making the situation more ugly.
The guests looked at each other, not knowing whether they felt sorry for King Jin's situation or were frightened by the Zhang family's methods.
If they hadn't been under the threat of death all year round, the guards at Prince Jin's palace would never have been so cautious.
After the servants and guards all stood firm, King Yan stepped in.
He was wearing a purple-red robe embroidered with plum blossoms, and the robe was trimmed with bright yellow edges. His face neither looked particularly like his father nor his mother. It was probably a mixture of parts of the two people, and another part developed on its own.
Together with the Jin Wang and Zhang family, who are related to each other, they lead a unique style.
Smiling slightly, he walked straight in. With his sleeves full of cold wind, he walked to the main seat and sat down.
The King of Jin was sitting in this place before, and even the lid of the tea cup was open.
No one felt that it was inappropriate, as if King Yan was already the crown prince, even if there was no clear decree from the emperor yet, the position of crown prince was already his.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the future should naturally take the throne.
"Brother Jin Wang, sit down," King Yan waved his hand, "I have heard everything that happened just now. Sit down and talk. There is no need to be polite."
The King of Jin and Song Huiyue sat down again. Huang Ting stood beside him and placed the replaced teacup aside.
After he took his seat, he was still behind Zhang Rui.
King Yan lazily picked up the tea cup and did not drink. He only rubbed the lid with his fingers and said with a smile: "Just do what the prime minister said about the matter you are arguing about. I will ask Magistrate Dou to check it out tomorrow."
Look at this..."
He frowned and looked at Song Huiyue: "Is this young lady's brother of unknown origin still in the Zhang family?"
Without waiting for others to speak, he said to the King of Jin: "I have been busy with official duties these days and have not seen you. I have a few words to say now. Since you have returned to Kyoto, you should not be as ignorant as you were in Tanzhou.
Flying eagles and horses, Prime Minister Zhang is the foundation of the imperial court, how can this be a place for you to mess around? What do you want to do with such an aggressive attitude? "
He sat upright, commanding and stern, and pushed King Jin into the mud mercilessly.
Chen Zhigang picked up the tea cup, covered his face with his sleeves, smiled quietly, and watched how King Jin would end it.
From the moment King Yan entered the house, King Jin had his hands folded in his sleeves, his peach-blossom eyes were slightly drooped, and his eyes were half-closed, looking like he had lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes.
After King Yan asked the last sentence, he raised his head and showed himself clearly under the light.
His skin was snow-white, and his eyebrows were dark, like a painting with thick ink and colors. However, there was a fierce look in his eyebrows. When he opened his eyes, his gaze was as cold as lightning, and he shot towards King Yan.
When Chen Zhigang caught a glimpse of King Jin's gaze, his whole body suddenly felt cold and he couldn't help but look away.
"Second brother, what do you think I will do?"
A scream made the whole room feel stagnant.
King Yan's face suddenly turned ugly.
This is a fact that people all over the capital have deliberately forgotten, that is, King Yan is neither a direct descendant nor a eldest son. No matter how much they treat King Yan as a prince and do their best, he is just the second child.
When King Jin was away, no one dared to mention that he was the second child. However, when King Jin was around, even if he was just standing with King Yan, the forgotten fact would immediately come to mind.
The King of Yan became the crown prince, and his reputation was not justified.
The King of Jin suppressed the lengthy speech of the King of Yan with a casual word.
Zhang Rui kept paying attention to the expressions of everyone present, and immediately said something bad to himself.
King Yan was not a stupid person. He learned everything well, but he was not outstanding at anything. He was considered the best among the princes, but he could not compare with King Jin.
The King of Jin is a man who has been polished. With just a few words, he has the power to look down on the world.
King Yan was also stagnant. After waking up, he didn't know how to answer for a while.
After the trance, he sneered: "Brother, there is no need to say more. Prime Minister Zhang is the pillar of the country. His Majesty's grace has just arrived. Do you even want to refute His Majesty's face? Do you have ulterior motives or are you letting this woman bewitch you?"
Really? If you insist on doing this nonsense, come with me to tell the truth in front of His Majesty now!"
King Yan was not as outstanding in everything as Zhang Rui thought - his mother who doted on the harem was unique.
Now that we have carried the great banner of today, it is equivalent to carrying the imperial concubine with us.
King Jin leaned towards Zhang Rui and grabbed Zhang Rui's sleeves like a prisoner: "In that case, let Lao Er and the Prime Minister go together to tell the difference in front of His Majesty, while the others wait, and
You all stay here to bear witness."
Once these three people left, the Zhang family was left without a leader. How could they stop King Jin's group of idlers like wolves and tigers?
King Jin knew that if he went to meet the Holy Spirit, all his hard work in front of Jin Shang would be in vain. Even so, he still had to go.
If we can't bring Song Qinghui out tonight, I'm afraid I won't even be able to touch the corners of Song Qinghui's clothes in the future.
After forcibly dragging Zhang Rui up, Huang Ting immediately stepped forward and put a newly acquired cloak on him.
King Jin turned around and asked Zhang Xuling to bring Zhang Rui a crane cloak.
It was a cold night, so he was considerate of his old ministers, so he was naturally considerate - he was not an unreasonable person.
King Yan's brows were almost twisted into a knot. Unexpectedly, King Jin stepped forward despite the difficulties and actually wanted to see His Majesty.
"Second brother, let's go." King Jin leaned over and patted Song Huiyue on the shoulder, whispering: "Don't be afraid, I'll be back soon."
Song Huiyue looked at King Jin steadily: "Your Majesty, let's go."
She already had an idea in mind, and there was no need to rely on King Jin's hard work to get an uncertain answer from above.
King Jin was stunned for a moment, then he understood what she was thinking and sighed: "Okay, it's up to you."
He helped Song Huiyue get up, ignoring King Yan's sneering eyes, and wanted to leave.
Song Huiyue looked at the gaze directed at her and suddenly remembered what her father had said.
The imperial power, wealth, and honor may look glamorous on the surface, but inside they are just a piece of rotten flesh, and the rest of the people are just maggots attached to the rotten flesh.
The calmer she became, the more ferocious her eyes became. She walked out facing Fengdaoshuangjian and King Jin, and every step she took was filled with blood.