243. Chapter 243 Personal Conquest of the Southwest 1
The study was completely silent, and the warm wind blew past an old apricot tree outside the window. The branches and leaves touched each other, making a slight rustling sound.
Old Man Cui pondered for a long time and said: "The King of Jin is the youngest son of Emperor Changqing. When the King of Jin... Emperor Changqing removed him from the royal title and removed his name from the jade certificate of the clan, this..."
His smile was as bright as the bright sky: "Your Majesty and I are both informal!"
The deep folds on Old Cui's face were like the dry lines on fallen leaves in three autumns. Each one showed an indescribable loneliness. The other three were also keeping their own thoughts and remained silent.
After a long while, Zhao Wufu knelt down and said loudly: "The king of Jin, Delong Wangzun, has the ability to manage the world and benefit the people. The king of Jin manages the government, and the humble ministers are sincerely convinced!"
Guan Zikuan then knelt down and said: "The king of Jin is managing the government, and the ministers are convinced with all their heart!"
He looked at Cui Zhou with a smile: "Do you two have any objections?"
The two of them knelt down in haste: "I don't dare..."
The arrogant sunshine of early summer was shining brightly, but it was no match for the joyful smile in his eyes: "In this case, I issue an edict to restore Xue Shaoluo to the title of King of Jin, and grant him the title of Grand Tutor of the First Grade. During the period of my personal expedition, I will be in charge of the affairs of the court!"
[The lady is coming]
The dark concoction is trapped in the gleaming luster of the white jade bowl. The dark color makes people very... very comfortable!
I smiled as warmly as a warm breeze: "Brother, drink the medicine."
His jade-like cheeks were as red as a plate of freshly made hawthorn cake: "Well..."
I chuckled: "The majestic regent of the King of Qin, who has pointed out thousands of miles of land, is he afraid of a small bowl of medicinal soup?"
He silently picked up a piece of hawthorn cake, and frowned like mountains: "Master has always... well, 'gratitudes are clear', I pushed him into a place of right and wrong, and the decoction he prescribed to me... how could he be a
Is the word 'bitter' good enough?"
The newly brewed Mowu concoction is still steaming with fine white air, and it spreads out like mist in the rain last night.
Last night, the cold rain pounded on the window, and there seemed to be endless light sadness flowing into my heart along with the continuous rain.
He leaned on the bedside, his face as pale as the white clothes on his body, but his voice was as firm as a rock: "Disciple wants to personally conquer the southwest."
The bright yellow candlelight reflected the snow-white tea cup, splashing countless tiny and dazzling golden light spots. The master lowered his eyes, turned the tea cup in his hand, and said: "That's it, we have to go to the southwest to investigate the twelve poisonings."
, you can go here and kill two birds with one stone."
A bolt of lightning split the night sky, and the sparse flower shadows outside the window fell on the hanging curtains, dim as a splash-ink landscape. After the rumble of thunder, he said softly: "Master, do you know that before my father died, someone was remembering my son?"
Is there poison in the eight-treasure rice soup?"
The master's eyes flashed slightly, "The methods in the palace are still the same... sinister..."
He said sincerely: "The disciple understands that the master does not want to be involved in the right and wrong. The disciple's intention is the same as the master, but...but for the sake of the person who cares most, the disciple has to do it...The emperor's brother died young, and only the remaining
Yi'er is an only son. If I can't protect him, my soul will return to the underworld one day. How can I see my brother again?"
The master's eyes suddenly turned as dim as the sky on a rainy night: "When I was a master, I disobeyed my father, abandoned my country, and took refuge in Taixi Mountain for twenty-nine years. This was unfilial. Now, I have abandoned my beloved disciple Eleven, and my only bloodline.
, is...unjust..."
I hurriedly said: "Master is definitely not that kind of unjust person! If master is the emperor's master, my disciple and senior brother will be grateful!"
In the silence, the cool and moist water vapor passed through the slit between the window lattice, and poured into the heart with a cool feeling. Alas, is it still not allowed?
Suddenly, the master's smile was like a warm candle on a cold rainy night: "As a teacher with both virtue and talent, I once served as the crown prince of my father, Emperor Changqing, and proposed to establish him as the crown prince. Wouldn't it be submissive to serve only as the emperor's teacher?"
[The lady is coming]
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