Xu Zizhen jumped high, so he sprinkled the flour widely. More than half of the gold, silver and jewelry in the room were stained. Moreover, he had chosen the area by the east wall accurately before spreading, so none of the corals in the row were spared.
Everything was covered, including the dozen or so boxes of gold ingots on the ground. Just looking at the flour, he might have picked out the most valuable ones in the room.
Master Yong's face turned green, and he cursed angrily: "You little bastard, what the fuck are you doing? Why don't you dig up the house as well?"
Xu Zizhen said seriously: "That won't work. I'm being reasonable. I only pay for Duoqi's decoction and medicine, and I don't want any more."
"You..." Master Yong almost sprayed a mouthful of old blood on his face, and grabbed his sleeve and refused to let go, "No, how can you explain to the officials for taking so much?"
Xu Zizhen chuckled and said, "There's no need to explain anything, officials are not as stingy as you."
Master Yong still pulled him reluctantly: "If it doesn't work, it won't work. If you really dare to do this, I will..."
Xu Zizhen's face suddenly fell, he sighed and murmured to himself: "Oh, son, son, it seems that you can't afford the wooden horse and rattle, and you won't have the money to marry a wife in the future, but I don't blame dad for this.
If you are to blame, blame your grandpa for using chicken feathers as arrows to prevent me from making money."
Everyone knows that Xu Zizhen is a rich man. He is not only the consort of several countries, but also the lord of Yaode City in the Xixia Kingdom. He also has a large caravan that travels all over the country. If you want to say that he can't afford a wooden horse or a rattle, he doesn't even have a ghost.
He would believe it, but Master Yong heard something else, and his eyes widened suddenly: "You...what did you say about your son and his wife? Could it be that Pujun..."
Xu Zizhen deliberately said with a straight face: "If I don't tell you, I'm a stingy grandpa!"
Master Yong's old face gradually changed. The corners of his eyes and mouth were all turned up, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper. He asked with surprise and joy: "Pu Jun is really happy? What do you mean?
Are you going to be a grandpa?"
Xu Zizhen didn't answer, but asked: "Just tell me whether I will give it to you or not."
Master Yong agreed without hesitation: "Give it, just take it, it's not my money, it's none of my business... Are there enough people? If not, I'll call two more people to move it for you."
He has two sons and one daughter. Gao Xian has not yet gotten married, let alone Gao Chong, and he has always loved his daughter the most. Now that he heard that Gao Pujun was pregnant, he almost jumped for joy. He didn't care about money.
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"That's not necessary." Xu Zizhen waved his hand magnanimously, turned to the five people and said, "Look carefully, only pick the ones that are stained with flour, you know?"
The five people responded in unison: "Yes, Prince Consort!"
Master Yong refused to give up and wanted to ask more questions, but Xu Zizhen leaned into his ear and whispered: "Father-in-law, I need to trouble you to handle something with Marshal Zong later..."
After Xu Zizhen said that, he pulled Su Sanduanyan and ran away. Master Yong was so anxious that he shouted loudly from behind: "Whether Pujun is there or not, you guys should be sure to tell me!"
Xu Zizhen's evil laughter came from afar: "Don't worry, wait until I get back and ask her."
Master Yong stood there dumbfounded. It took him a long time to come to his senses, and he jumped on his feet and yelled: "You little bastard, how dare you play tricks on me? Next time I see you, I will have to break your legs!"
The officers and soldiers watching on the side were already staggering with laughter. Even the mature and prudent Zong Ze couldn't help but smile. Xu Zizhen was simply a little fox, bad and cunning. Even the sophisticated Yong Ye was deceived by him to death.
After scolding Master Yong, he felt unsatisfied and tugged at his beard angrily to sulk. After a while, he suddenly remembered something and looked up at the sky. The sun had gradually set. He waved to a commander and ordered him to lead people to stay.
To guard here, we also called in another twenty soldiers.
Zongze asked curiously: "My lord, what are you going to do?"
Lord Yong said angrily: "Inspect the city."
Zongze was even more curious: "Which city is your prince going to visit?"
Master Yong rolled his eyes: "Not only me, but you also have to go together. That little bastard said he had a reward for us."
Zongze was stunned: "Credit? I'll go too?"
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In the evening, guests came to Zhang Bangchang's mansion. They arrived quietly and entered quietly without disturbing anyone.
This is the current commander of the Capital Guards' Ma Bu Army, Shi Xuehe.
Shi Xuehe was in a very uneasy mood today. His heartbeat had not stabilized since the morning. It was for no other reason than that his biggest supporter, Liang Shicheng, had fallen.
He is a smart man. There is no one in the entire court who has more power than Liang Shicheng, but now he has failed. This incident made Shi Xuehe realize one thing. As the emperor and the courtiers, Zhao Huan will have to deal with the emperor.
The old minister took action, taking advantage of the time when the Supreme Emperor left Bianjing.
Shi Xuehe is in charge of the defense of Bianjing City and is a high-ranking second-rank official. However, it would be extremely easy for the emperor to take him. The key is that everyone knows that he is Liang Shicheng's most loyal lackey. If Liang Shicheng falls today, he will probably be the next one.
It's his turn.
And just when he was panic-stricken and didn't know what to do, Zhang Bangchang, the grand prime minister of the dynasty, actually sent someone to invite him to a banquet. He didn't give any reason but only said he wanted to drink.
Shi Xuehe seemed like a man who would drown at any time after falling into the water. Fortunately, he grabbed a life-saving straw. He keenly felt that his chance to survive had come.
Zhang Bangchang is an out-and-out villain, but he is also an important minister who cannot be shaken in the court today. Zhao Huan may not want to touch him, but he is currently negotiating peace with Jin on behalf of the Song Dynasty. Zhao Huan does not dare to touch him yet.
His account can at least maintain stability for a while.
The servant led him to a side hall in the backyard. Zhang Bangchang was already waiting in casual clothes. When he saw him arriving, he greeted him with a smile.
Shi Xuehe hurriedly saluted: "Shi Xuehe pays homage to the Prime Minister." As he said this, he took out an exquisite and clear green jade Ruyi from his arms, handed it to him respectfully, and said with an apologetic smile, "This is the official's little thought.
Mr. Wang Xiang, please don’t dislike me.”
Zhang Bangchang had a straight face and pretended to be unhappy: "Brother Shi, what are you doing? You have to spend so much money to come to my humble home as a guest? Aren't you embarrassing me?"
Shi Xuehe was startled, and then he was overjoyed. Zhang Bangchang actually called him brother, without any official words appearing. These words clearly revealed a message that he wanted to win over Shi Xuehe.
His face suddenly relaxed, and he smiled and said: "It's not the fault of the lower official, I will definitely remember it next time, don't blame the Prime Minister, don't blame me!"
Only then did Zhang Bangchang smile again and invite him into the room. The room was not big, with only a small table with eight-color side dishes and a small jar of wine.
The door was closed, but Shi Xuehe felt a little uneasy again. He thought for a moment and asked tentatively: "I wonder if the prime minister has called the officials over. Do you have any instructions?"
Zhang Bangchang didn't answer at first, but personally filled a glass of wine for him. Then he took out a stack of banknotes from his arms and pushed them to Shi Xuehe with a smile: "This is what His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince of the Kingdom of Jin asked me to deliver to you, brother."
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Shi Xuehe stood up suddenly in fright. The top of the stack of banknotes in front of him had a denomination of one thousand taels. If it were all of them, it would have to be one hundred thousand taels of silver.
Fourth Prince Wushu? He gave me so much money...what do you want?