Chapter 93 Peeking into the Door Again, The Macho Painter Is Now!
Chapter 93 Another peek at the door, the macho painter has become!
While Zheng Xiu was deep in thought looking at the large hole in the center of the snowy clouds above the palace, Jiang Gaoyi came to visit with a meal.
He told the truth what happened in the morning.
Facing Marquis Zheng, Jiang Gaoyi has long lost his initial taboo. Now he has figured out that Zheng Xiu's proposal is not entirely for himself. Marquis Zheng even thought of how to help him solve his current predicament!
Ever since the emperor announced that he would be crown prince on March 3rd, Jiang Gaoyi could not remember how many banquets he had received, how many gifts were placed in front of his door, and how many officials from the central and central government came to visit.
Even though they didn't speak clearly, Jiang Gaoyi could see the deep meaning of these banquets, gifts, and visitors.
All they want to say is:
"Nowadays, the three princes are fighting openly and secretly. As the Minister of Punishment, you have a high position and have to choose your position."
"Jiang Gaoyi, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, is a foreign official who is arrogant and helpless. You must not know what is good and what is evil."
"You have to know who is the best candidate for the crown prince. He will be your opportunity to prosper and become your biggest supporter."
Someone secretly said: "Once you choose someone, the position of prime minister will be just around the corner."
They dare to draw this kind of cake from the sky, which shows how crazy the visitors are.
Someone even approached his wife and threatened:
"Mrs. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, you don't want your Mr. Jiang to lose his official position, right?"
so.
During these days, Jiang Gaoyi did not dare to walk at night, nor did he dare to leave the window open at night, for fear that if he fell asleep one day, he would never wake up again.
Choose neutral?
Haha, this is the biggest joke.
At the feet of the Emperor, as an official in the court, who is not helpless?
Everyone has no choice but to choose where to stand. Why should you, Jiang Gaoyi, be neutral?
Everyone understands the truth, including Jiang Gaoyi.
But what Jiang Gaoyi knows better is that once he chooses a certain prince's queue, he will be greeted by endless hell!
But when he went to court today, Jiang Gaoyi kept thinking about the fear of these days, and suddenly thought of Lord Zheng. He suddenly realized it like a toilet was opened.
Yes, he must stand in the position!
But he may not only be one of the three princes!
Jiang Gaoyi boldly petitioned for amnesty for Zheng Xiu this morning. He is undoubtedly telling everyone that he, Jiang Gaoyi, does not stand for anyone but the side of Marquis Zheng! If the Marquis is neutral, I am neutral. If the Marquis chooses a side, then I will
Jiang Gaoyi will also choose a side! Jiang Gaoyi admitted that he dared to raise the music at that time, which was part of a gamble.
But the emperor's final attitude and the evolution of the situation in the palace made Jiang Gaoyi understand that he had made the right bet!
"hehe."
Zheng Xiu chuckled.
Jiang Gaoyi kept looking at Zheng Xiu's face, and suddenly he was stunned - for some reason, he vaguely saw words written on Mr. Zheng's face: It is indeed so.
"As expected."
Jiang Gaoyi stared at Mr. Hou's face and rubbed his eyes hard as if he had seen a ghost.
The harder he rubbed it, the more he felt words written on Mr. Hou's face.
No, the word "attitude" is written on his face again.
Damn it!
Zheng Xiu didn't know that Jiang Gaoyi was surprised, but he still sat calmly on the chair of the imperial master, and said with a calm smile: "Actually, whether I, Zheng, am in jail or whether I can get out, is not important to many people. What is important is just an attitude.
They are waiting for an attitude from me, Mr. Zheng. It is like a game on a chessboard. The position of Tianyuan is not just about concessions or pretense, but there is also a deep meaning of testing hidden in it."
"Some people want to take this opportunity to see if I, Zheng, can do it, whether I want to do it, and how I want to do it."
"And what I, Zheng, want may not all be for a single amnesty."
"What I want is just an attitude from Old Wei."
"Although I don't know why he was anxious and suddenly announced the appointment of the crown prince on March 3rd in the court hall, but if he is ignorant and fatuous, Lao Wei is the leader of the Daqian Kingdom. How could he not have thought that once he announced the appointment of the crown prince on March 3rd, he would have three children at his knees? These children, in these short three months, will determine the winner."
Jiang Gaoyi saw the word "life and death" on Lord Hou's face again, his eyes widened and became bloodshot.
"Is it even a matter of life and death?"
"How could he not have thought that, whether openly or secretly, I, the Zheng family, would be the most ferocious card in the fight between the three of them for the right to be the heirs! Who wouldn't want to win the support of my Zheng family? Fight for power and position in the world. Everything is inseparable from one word - money! It would be fine if we were still in troubled times twenty years ago. Now that the world is peaceful, even the battle between legitimate sons must abide by the rules of the game set by Old Wei."
"Old Wei's intention is clearly that you can do whatever you want with Marquis Zhonglie! But don't force yourself!"
"Princes can fight, but they must not disrupt the government or the world. They must not put this fight on the table and under the bright sky."
"You can only fight in secret, not openly."
"He clearly wanted to throw the three princes into the beast cage and decide the winner in the cage. Finally, he announced to the world at the ancestor worship ceremony on March 3rd who he, Wei Yangzun, had chosen."
The three issues surrounding the dying emperor last week are still fresh in my mind.
The emperor at that time was clearly worried about the fate and future of Daqian.
But this week, why did Old Wei suddenly change his mentality and let the three adult princes decide the winner in such a short time?
Questions were questions. Zheng Xiu felt a stone fall in his heart and felt comfortable.
"Knowing what Lao Wei means, I feel confident in my heart."
Zheng Xiu's voice became smaller and smaller. After speaking, he suddenly looked at Jiang Gaoyi's strange expression: "Sir Jiang, why are you looking at me like that? If I didn't know you, Zheng would have misunderstood you. You covet Zheng’s male beauty, do you have any words on my face?”
Jiang Gaoyi rubbed his eyes with lumps of eye droppings.
Upon hearing Zheng Xiu's words, Jiang Gaoyi cried sadly: "Hou, Mr. Hou, Jiang's eyes seem to be infected with an eye disease!"
Half an hour later.
Jiang Gaoyi left happily.
Looking at the Heavenly Prison, only the depressed richest man Zheng was left.
"It doesn't make sense. That Lao Jiang, who was completely unfit for officialdom and could only be a local official, now...is he seeing a way out?"
"But it's still related to officialdom?"
This makes absolutely no sense!
Jiang Gaoyi was able to become the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment. First, the former died suddenly and vacated the position. Secondly, it seems that because he recommended it in front of Old Wei, Jiang Gaoyi became the Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment. In the eyes of many people, Jiang Gaoyi is like a The son of destiny in the officialdom, the winner in life, his rise to the top is due to too much luck.
Even Zheng Xiu felt that 90% of Jiang Gaoyi's ability to become the Minister of Justice and the First Brother of the Ministry of Justice was due to luck, and 10% was due to him, Zheng Xiu.
That naive face that said "I, Mr. Jiang, have no sworn relationship with profiteers" is still vivid in my mind.
"That doesn't make sense!" Zheng Xiu looked back at the thousand eggs on the table, and the more he looked at them, the more unpleasant they became.
I worked hard and practiced egg painting every day, but I couldn't get in.
Once Jiang Gaoyi realized the Tao, he had a glimpse of the [official] way. The miraculous technique he used to first glimpse the way was to be able to see "words" on people's faces, a thaumaturgy similar to mind-reading.
"Could it be..."
Suddenly, Zheng Xiu thought of his own experience of frantically harvesting Feng Bei's wool and gaining experience, and a ridiculous idea came to his mind.
"Am I becoming Jiang Gaoyi's experience package?"
"I, Zheng, have been picking up sheep for thousands of times, but today Master Jiang picked up a golden fleece?"
"Could this 'doorway' be contagious? The closer you are to the thaumaturge, the easier it is to see the doorway?"
Thoughts came one after another, and Zheng Xiu suddenly had an idea and shouted to Scar Laoliu: "Brother Six, Brother Six! Please bring a new piece of rice paper!"
Zheng Xiu felt that he had taken the wrong path.
If you go on the right path, it's called Yangguan Avenue, if you go on the wrong path, it's called Yinchang Trail. The entrance is narrow and difficult to pass.
No way! No way!
Scar Laoliu quickly handed over the rice paper and took a curious look.
In the past, Mr. Zheng never painted much, just like handing in homework, but today is a bit unusual.
But he didn't think much about it, and went out shaking his head. He had collected a lot of money recently, and he decided to go out for a cool night tonight.
An illusory figure appeared behind him, and the projection fell. Zheng Xiu had a tall figure, and his facial features were like a dragon and a phoenix.
Zheng Xiu held the pen, with half an hour on one end.
like a statue.
He is looking for inspiration.
At night, it snowed again in the city.
When the lanterns first came on, it was very lively.
A lonely person gradually appeared in Zheng Xiu's mind.
In his mind, the scene of Feng Bei sitting in front of a campfire in the heavy snow, boredly stuffing firewood into the fire.
Zheng Xiu smiled slightly, dipped some ink, moistened the dry nib, and dropped it gently.
Done in one go.
Zheng Xiu picked up the scroll and took a look, and he was a little surprised. On the rice paper, he saw a four-headed cartoon Feng Bei, pouting like a frustrated little daughter-in-law, sitting on the snow. The image appeared vividly on the paper, vivid and lifelike.
In an instant.
[You think about it day and night, and your masterful hand puts down the pen into a painting, and there is poetry in the painting.]
【You have an epiphany in the painting and understand the art of painting.】
[The painting skills of Danqing are improved, reaching a state of small attainment. 】
Plop!
Zheng Xiu's vision went dark, and he felt himself falling in the dark lake water.
The familiar feeling made Zheng Xiu inexplicably happy.
Zheng Xiu's feet landed on the "ground" and he saw a strange road made entirely of pen and ink, extending straight forward.
At the end of the road, a closed door can be seen vaguely.
The color of the door is slightly different from that of the [Prisoner] doorway. Behind the door, you can vaguely see green water, green mountains, white clouds and pines.
Two large twisted characters rushed towards Zheng Xiu's face.
——[Painter]!
Zheng Xiu sprinted towards the door.
Halfway through the rush, his body floated up, and when he opened his eyes, he was back in prison.
Zheng Xiu was astonished when he looked at the little Fengbei figure in the painting. The pouting look on his face made Zheng Xiu wish he could kiss him.
Treasure Queen, Treasure Queen!
"It's done! My macho painter is finally done!"
Looking at the Heavenly Prison, the arrogant laughter of the macho painter could be heard.