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Shangguan Minglu sighed to herself, and Zixiao stepped forward to help her stand up, "The emperor must have done this because of your intentions. The Ai family listens to the emperor."
"Queen Mother..."
Her supporters were still fighting for her final defense. She waved her hands, showing a tired look, "I'm tired, let's go down first. Let the emperor and all his beloved ministers have fun!"
All the courtiers looked at each other in astonishment. At that time, Dong Yi, the Minister of Civil Affairs, stood up and bowed to see each other off: "Bearing off to the Queen Mother."
When he raised his head, there was a roar of congratulations. Both Yu Zimu and Zuo Xiang stopped their eyes on him for a moment. Dong Yi rolled up his sleeves and lowered his head as if he could not feel the two eyes. After the Queen Mother left, Dongfeng City was gloomy.
Xian walked down the stairs and said, "General, you are the protagonist tonight, so have some fun."
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and left the banquet. Mi Tianjiang's complexion suddenly turned white and green. Mi Wuhua, who was standing next to him, was so scared that her legs were weak. Fortunately, Jiang Shanxue supported him and secretly took him out from behind among the flowers.
The trail was taken out.
When Mi Tian was about to come to his senses, the unsatisfactory son had disappeared to nowhere. He must be the cunning white-faced boy!
After a while, the dinner ended early, and everyone left with their own thoughts. The left prime minister was the last one to leave. He saw Yu Zimu still sitting on the stone chair under the tree, stroking his beard as he walked over.
, smiled and said to the cold-faced waiter: "My condolences, Lord Yu!"
Yu Zimu glanced at him, picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Thank you, Mr. Zuo Xiang, for your concern."
"Haha, we have been colleagues for ten years! Master Yu's temperament has not changed at all!" The old man stretched out his hand to pour a glass for himself and took a sip, "This wine is really strong.
Master Yu, your taste for alcohol has not changed at all."
"Really? Mr. Zuo Xiang knows me very well." He raised his head and took another cup. The fragrance lingered on his lips and teeth, but the stamina was a little too strong. After a few cups, his head began to feel dizzy.
"Ten years is not a short period of time. I still remember the silly boy who was born in a thatched cottage standing in the court hall! Now, it has become a sharp sword, and it can cut people if I hold it in my hand."
The deep scar on Jun's face seemed to be scratching again, and he raised his eyebrows. The cup was instantly squeezed tightly in his hand, and he chuckled: "Then why do you hold it in your hand? Why do you want to hold it when you know it is a sword?
Touch its sharpness?”
The autumn wind passed by, and the old Prime Minister Zuo's white beard was fluttering, and he actually had the feeling of immortality. He always maintained a calm smile on his face: "Because I cherish his sharpness, I always want to adopt it as my own."
It’s a pity that I still got stabbed after trying all kinds of things.”
The two were silent for a while, then Yu Zimu stood up and left. Shangguan Zuoyu tsk-tsked his tongue and said, "Aren't you going to drink this wine? It's such a pity, it's a fine wine that has been brewed for hundreds of years!"
He didn't look back and said: "If you like it, Mr. Zuo Xiang, take it!"
"Haha, Master Yu, why are you so impatient? If the game is not decided, taking one more step will be in vain. In the end, you will still lose completely."
Yu Zimu paused, and Shangguan Zuoyu smacked his lips with a smile: "It's really good wine, maybe I'll have a good sleep when I go back tonight." He stood up with the wine bottle and glanced at the figure of the man under the tree.
: "Master Yu, do you know why the late emperor liked drinking so much when he was still alive?"
He walked over with a smile, "The late emperor was cruel and violent by nature, but every time he drank the drunken dream brewed for him by the old man from the Snow Mountain, he always became very quiet."
Yu Zimu looked down at the old man in front of him expressionlessly, not knowing what he wanted to say.
The lotus flowers in the lotus pond are colorful and colorful. They should be withering in late autumn, but the lotus flowers in the palace seem to be struggling to absorb nutrients and strive to bloom a lifetime of glory.
"But the late emperor was calm even when he was quiet. He would not be swayed by his own feelings. Even if he was drunk and unconscious, he would still kill the people who should be killed and torture those who should not be killed.
Mr. Yu, tell me, if the late emperor was still here, could we still stand here and have a good chat?"
With a sense of peace in his heart, he bypassed him and walked forward, "Of course, if the late emperor had murderous thoughts, Sir Zuo Xiang, do you think your official career will still be so smooth?"
Shangguan Zuoyu looked at his departing back, shook his head and sighed: "It really stung people. Why didn't you see that it was a good seedling at that time? It was an advantage to that kid Hong Fangyi." He will still want it after his death.
He was left with such a formidable opponent.
General Mi Tian's 50,000 navy troops have no prerequisites for fighting in front of the Ninth Prince and Yu Zimu, and they are just betting on luck! Now the Ninth Prince's attitude is unclear, but it is also the most unfathomable. If he makes a move, the following will happen
Many people are shaking their heads. It's no wonder that the late emperor was so careful about him. This man is so unpredictable that even people who have been in officialdom for more than 20 years can't guess the slightest bit of his thoughts, let alone other people.
Ni Sheng came all the way but still lost Uncle Jiu. She was a little angry. What on earth did he do? His face was obviously uncomfortable. Did she make him feel insecure at all? That’s why she didn’t treat the sick person
Leave it to her yourself?
Thinking of this, she felt an inexplicable anger in her heart. She kicked her foot hard, and a cry of pain followed closely behind her.
She turned around in surprise and saw the two brats, looking at them sideways with their hands on their chests: "Aren't these the two young monks who came down from Tianru Temple to transform themselves? How did they come to my palace?"
Mi Wuhua stuttered when she said: "You...you..."
"What are you?" She stepped forward and took a step forward, frightening him so much that he took a step back. Ni Sheng found it funny that Mi Tianjiang, such a rough man, gave birth to such a useless son, with a handsome face and a thin and weak body.
Yeah, look at him again...
A white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and his gentle voice was full of compassion for all sentient beings, "Princess, why do you have to bully others too much? Wuhua is a kind-hearted person, and he can't make trouble, so what's the use of forcing him like this?"
She raised her eyebrows: "Boy, don't you know that I am notorious for bullying others? I never leave intact flowers and plants under my feet, and there is never a brat under me who dares to talk back."
Jiang Shangxue's face seemed distressed, and her clear eyes were full of distress, "But, it's obviously a girl, you are wrong."
After hearing this, Ni Sheng finally understood a truth. This boy turned out to be a stupid boy, even stupider than that boy Mi Wuhua! She deliberately widened her eyes and asked, "Where did I go wrong?"
"The mistake is..." She lowered her long eyelashes and curled her lips unconsciously, seemingly thinking...