Fakong watched her graceful figure leave, his eyes fell on Chu Xiong again, and watched Chu Ling come to Chu Xiong.
Chu Ling was in the Humble Administrator's Palace. He had just finished attending court and was about to take off his dragon robe and put on his ordinary clothes.
When he saw her coming in, he waved to her to come over.
Jiao Quan stepped forward and presented the embroidered pier.
Chu Ling waved her hand: "You're not going to sit down. I'll just say it in two sentences. Father, Fakong said that Wang Huchen is still in danger. He will be hit by a car when he goes out tomorrow."
Chu Xiong's face darkened.
Chu Ling hurriedly said: "You don't think it was him who caused the trouble, do you?"
"...Not that much." Chu Xiong snorted.
If it were him, after accepting the gift and making the promise, he would never continue to attack Wang Huchen.
I just didn't expect Wang Huchen to be so unlucky. He offended Fakong and had his wrist broken twice. He had just settled his revenge, but he still had to be hit by a car.
Chu Ling said: "Father, it's good if you can figure it out. I'm going."
"Wait a minute." Chu Xiong snorted, "He didn't say how to crack it?"
"He said it was a small disaster, and all he had to do was send someone to protect him." Chu Ling said, "It's easy to crack."
"Go." Chu Xiong waved his hand.
Chu Ling hummed, "I think it's better for my father to send this Wang Huchen home to live out his old life."
Chu Xiong's eyes widened.
Chu Ling said: "This person really shouldn't be kept. He might provoke Fakong next time."
"Ha!" Chu Xiong sneered: "So, no one who offends Fakong can be retained in the imperial court?"
Chu Ling snorted: "Leaving aside others, this Wang Huchen is indeed too cruel. Keeping him here will be a disaster."
"Why is it a disaster?"
"Father, you have smoothed out the trouble for him this time. What about next time?" Chu Ling said: "He will continue to make things difficult for Fakong."
"So what?" Chu Xiong said: "There must be someone who dares to deal with Fakong. Did Fakong ask you to say this?"
"Father, what do you think?" Chu Ling snorted: "Father, you still underestimate Fakong...for him, you should mainly recruit him. Don't always think about checks and balances, suppression or even getting rid of him."
"Girl, you are too high-minded and overestimated." Chu Xiong snorted: "You are looking down on me, father!"
"Does my father have any other powerful means?" Chu Ling said with a smile: "A means that can kill Fakong?"
"If he really angers me, he may not kill me." Chu Xiong snorted.
"...Forget it, it's up to you." Seeing that he didn't listen to the advice, Chu Ling turned around and left knowing that he was wasting his words.
"You girl, don't you even take a sip of tea?"
"Father, what's so good about this tea?" Chu Ling curled her red lips, waved her hand, and left the Humble Administrator's Palace lightly.
When it comes to tea, the tea from the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple and the tea from Lingkong Temple taste better, far better than the tea from the palace.
It was obvious that the tea trees were transplanted from the imperial palace, but the tea leaves that grew there had a completely different taste.
"This girl!" Chu Xiong stood up and walked outside the Humble Administrator's Palace. He lifted the door curtain and came to the steps. He was stunned as he looked at the sky and the continuous hall in the distance.
When he saw Chu Ling coming, he was filled with joy, but Chu Ling didn't want to stay with him for a while.
When children get older, their wings become stiffer and they want to fly away. Even the most considerate Ling'er can't help but do this.
He faced the wind, filled with sadness.
Jiao Quan came over quietly and said softly: "Your Majesty, the wind is strong, you'd better go back."
"Humph, am I still afraid of this little wind?" Chu Xiong glared at him angrily.
Jiao Quan hurriedly smiled and bowed.
Chu Xiong snorted: "What you are best at is spoiling fun!"
Jiao Quan lifted the door curtain with a smile.
Chu Xiong turned around and returned to the main hall. His nose was filled with a refreshing fragrance. The aroma from the beast stove rose upwards. After reaching a height of one meter, it floated into a circle and slowly spread, filling the entire main hall.
He was refreshed, swept away the melancholy and love for his children, and was once again filled with ambition. He strode to Long Yu, ready to start reviewing the memorial.
"Your Majesty..." Jiao Quan reminded softly.
"Send two guards to protect Wang Huchen for three days." Chu Xiong lowered his head and began to read the memorial, and said casually.
Jiao Quan said hurriedly: "Yes."
Chu Xiong shook his head and said: "This Wang Huchen is indeed unlucky. If Fakong spares him, God will not spare him either."
Jiao Quan remained silent.
He felt that Wang Huchen was either unlucky or blind. He insisted on provoking Fakong. How could Fakong be provoked?
If he was really easy to provoke, would the emperor be so afraid?
Wang Huchen felt that he was arrogant and fearless, so he boldly spoke out and wanted to control Fakong and drive him away.
Don’t you think that he is really smarter than the emperor?
If Fa Kong could be driven, why would the Emperor still take no action?
However, these important officials in the imperial court are often blind when they do Hutu things, and there is no way to avoid it even if they read a lot of books.
Chu Xiong raised his head and looked at him: "Why are you still hanging around? Why don't you go quickly?"
Jiao Quan whispered: "Your Majesty, in what name are you going?"
The palace guards suddenly appeared to protect Wang Huchen. The impact was extremely huge, which meant that the holy scroll was deeply enlarged.
But judging from Chu Xiong's expression, he didn't think highly of Wang Huchen that much. Sending the palace guards over like this would give people an illusion and misunderstanding.
Chu Xiong snorted and said, "No need for a name."
"This..." Jiao Quan hesitated.
After Chu Xiong glanced sideways at him, Jiao Quan hurriedly said: "Yes, Wei Chen will send someone over right now."
Chu Xiong waved his hand, lowered his head and continued to read the memorial. His face had become gloomy, and he was about to throw the memorial and curse.
Upon seeing this, Jiao Quan hurriedly backed away and quickly exited the Humble Administrator's Hall.
He already understood what the emperor meant.
It is precisely to show that Wang Huchen's sacred scroll is in full swing.
What Wang Huchen looks like is known to all the ministers. He can be said to be a lonely minister. The emperor's favor and favor are also a role model.
The more such ministers, the better. The emperor will not be angry because of his direct remonstrance, but will value them more.
This can also clarify the ethos of the court.
However, I'm afraid this move will have little effect. It is only for those who have just entered the officialdom, so it can have some effect.
Those veterans who have spent many years have long since sharpened their hearts to be smooth and smooth, as hard as stone, and cannot be shaken at all.
Even if the Holy Scroll is re-established, this approach is too risky, and the worst result is the confiscation of the family and the annihilation of the clan.
Jiao Quan walked quickly while shaking his head secretly.
This is also the fundamental reason why the emperor has always been extremely generous to Wang Huchen even though he doesn't like Wang Huchen.
This is to set an example and let them know that Gu Chen's fate will not be so miserable and that there will be good results.
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When she went to Wangjiang Tower for breakfast, Xu Qingluo kept frowning, thoughtful and absent-minded.
Fakong glanced at her and ignored her.
There are only three of them at breakfast today.
Lin Feiyang and Zhu Ni went to Shuyu Valley together to help his master Tan Yun perform kung fu.
Zhu Ni has always been worried about Tan Yun. She wonders if she can restrain her urge to practice. If she can't, they will help her to restrain herself.
Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu left with Faning. Zhou Yu went back to visit his master Lian Xue, and Zhou Yang wanted to help Faning clean up the medicine valley.
Fu Qinghe is still practicing his sword by the Free Life Pond.
Song Yuanyuan stayed in her monastery.
Chu Ling, Xu Qingluo and Fakong came over for breakfast.
Fakong didn't ask, but Chu Ling couldn't help it. She tugged on Xu Qingluo's sleeve: "Qingluo, what are you thinking about?"
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Xu Qingluo was startled and raised her confused eyes.
Chu Ling snorted: "Don't be afraid of getting it into your nose!"
Xu Qingluo smiled: "Then I want to taste the food with my nose. I want to get down to business."
"What's the matter?" Chu Ling was extremely curious.
Xu Qingluo has the ability to multi-task, and even if she is thinking about something, others will not notice it.
Unless all your body and mind are thinking about one thing.
This matter is naturally no small matter.
"I was thinking about those two tokens." Xu Qingluo said: "I vaguely feel that there is an inexplicable aura on it, but I can't catch it."
"They..." Chu Ling sighed in disappointment, shook his head, picked up the wine glass and took a long sip.
Xu Qingluo said: "Sister Chu, have you gained anything?"
"No." Chu Ling snorted: "This is just to make fun of people. Could it be a mistake? There is nothing at all. All our efforts have been in vain."
They took great pains to put together two tokens, one male and one female.
The two tokens are inductive to each other, and can be induced within ten miles, but apart from that, there is nothing else.
Putting the two tokens together makes the induction stronger, and there is no other abnormal situation.
They tried all kinds of methods, including cutting with swords, cutting with water, dripping with blood, and burning. They tried all kinds of methods, but still there was no response.
They seem to be just tokens with strange materials on both sides that can sense each other. There is nothing more wonderful about them.
Their previous dissatisfaction turned into various methods of tossing, but in the end they still got nothing, and then turned into disappointment and anger. The frustration made them look at the two tokens so unpleasant that they didn't even want to mention them.
Xu Qingluo shook her head gently.
"Qingluo, do you have any clues?" Chu Ling perked up, stood up and looked towards her, her bright eyes burning: "What kind of aura does it really have?"
Xu Qingluo nodded slowly and said: "There must be some, it's just elusive and looming."
"Isn't it an illusion?" Chu Ling said, "It's because I'm too eager, so my eyesight is dazzled."
Xu Qingluo rolled her eyes.
Chu Ling smiled and said: "Okay, that's true, but what's the use of having the breath? What's the power of the breath if you can control it?"
"I don't know." Xu Qingluo shook her head: "It's difficult to sense it now, let alone control it."
"What's the use of that!" Chu Ling leaned back and leaned into the Grand Master's chair, suddenly becoming weak and carefree.
"It's always a little clue."
"Alas——!" Chu Ling sighed and cast his bright eyes on Fakong.
Fa Kong was chewing slowly.
The two of them knew that he was thoroughly enjoying the food and capturing the beauty.
Chu Ling also knew that it was useless to ask Fakong for help. He was tight-lipped and would not say anything.
Through his attitude, they felt that there was something mysterious about these two tokens, but he refused to say anything and made it clear that he would not interfere.
And they couldn't figure it out.
Knowing that there is a secret but not being able to figure it out, this feeling makes them feel uncomfortable, as if it is stuck in their throats and they cannot spit it out.