Du Guangyu frowned, "You'd better calm down during this period. If that guy Zhao Kang catches something, it's not a joke..."
He paused before he finished speaking, his eyes fixed on the picture scroll his son had just opened.
That is a very strange picture. ??
There were countless figures in the Jinluan Palace. A big hand hung above everyone's heads, and countless silk threads hung from this big hand.
He tied up everyone in the Jinluan Palace, including the most conspicuous yellow robe on the dragon throne!
Du Guangyu immediately stood up, rushed over, and slapped his son on the face.
The slap made Du Xuan spin twice and fall to the ground. He covered his red and swollen face and looked at his father in confusion.
"Who gave you these words!" Du Guangyu yelled angrily.
Du Xuan said confusedly, "Just a friend. I thought the painting was pretty good, so I accepted it."
"You don't know how to live or die! You don't want to die!"
Du Guangyu kicked it over again and picked up the scroll on the ground. This painting was really too scary and showed the current situation of Qian Country without reservation.
Under that big hand, everyone, including the emperor, was just a puppet on the strings of that hand, and who was the owner of that hand?
Naturally it goes without saying.
What if Butcher Zhao saw this painting?
What would your Majesty think if he saw it?
Even though His Majesty always calls his uncle affectionately in the main hall, in Du Guangyu's opinion, isn't this a kind of precaution and reminder?
After all, Zhao Kang is so powerful now that even ministers like them feel strange in private.
Why hasn’t Zhao Kang usurped the throne yet?
If it were me, the world would have changed its surname long ago. Family ties are nothing in front of the throne!
"Go back to the house, you won't have me anymore
You can’t leave home without permission!”
Looking at Du Xuan who didn't dare to get up, Du Guangyu cursed again, and when Du Xuan was about to leave, he said, "Wait a minute!"
"What's wrong, dad?" Du Xuan asked cautiously.
Du Guangyu asked, "What's the name of your friend?"
Du Xuan hurriedly said, "I've only met him twice. He is a friend brought by His Highness the Crown Prince."
There is only one prince in the whole Daqian, so Du Guangyu naturally knows who he is.
Asking Du Xuan not to be an eyesore, Du Guangyu looked at the scroll and his heart began to beat.
Is it possible to make some use of this painting?
Thinking of this, Du Guangyu quickly rolled up the scroll and rushed out the door to the palace.
Prince Zhao's Mansion.
Zhao Kang, who had just beheaded ten thousand people, did not feel any guilt at all and went shopping with his four wives.
Zhao Fugui stayed in the small courtyard and slowly read the book in his hand. The steward of the palace came outside the small courtyard.
"Your Highness, your guests have arrived."
Zhao Fugui raised his head and put down the book in his hand, "Invite him in."
A strong-looking old man walked into the courtyard with a smile, "Your Highness."
Zhao Fugui looked at the other party and said calmly, "Siniang calls you Uncle Ming, so I also have to call you Grandpa."
Uncle Ming, who once took charge of Fengyun Tower for Cao Bailu, quickly said, "Don't dare."
"You're welcome." Zhao Fugui stood up and moved a chair to pour a cup of tea for the other party.
Uncle Ming was a little flattered and asked quickly, "Your Highness, do you have anything to tell me when you invite me here?"
"There is something I need to trouble Grandpa Ming."
Zhao Fugui said, "I need you to help me find a few people, and then..."
Listening to what Zhao Fugui said, Uncle Ming's eyes widened even more and he couldn't help but interrupt, "No, Your Highness, why are you doing this!"
Zhao Fugui smiled faintly, "Before his death, the late emperor put the yoke of Qian Guo on my father. How could a son make his father so tired? There is no reason in the world that it must be done by just one person. Without my father, Qian Guo would still be Qian Guo. country."
"But does the prince know what you are going to do?" Uncle Ming sighed, obviously understanding what the other party meant.
Zhao Fugui said calmly, "He really wants to do this, but some people want him to be locked up in that court, so he can only meet other people's expectations."
Uncle Ming was a little embarrassed, and after a while he nodded, "I understand."
"Excuse me, Grandpa Ming."
Uncle Ming paused for a moment, "Your Highness, I'm afraid they don't have the courage. After all, no one dares to touch the power of the prince."
Zhao Fugui laughed and said, "Many of these Huang and Purple ministers in the court today are no longer the old people they used to be. They are very angry with my father. If there is a slight tendency of his downfall, they will not hesitate to add insult to injury."
"Oh well." ??
After sending Uncle Ming away, Zhao Fugui looked up at the sky. Ever since he knew that Zhao Kang would not grow old, he wanted to find out if there was someone or something controlling everything.
The only thing that can be used to explain it seems to be God.
If there really is a God, why did he let his father go through this?
The golden autumn season.
There was a bit of chill in the bleak autumn wind, which seemed to indicate what was about to happen.
A strange scene appeared in the capital. A large group of white-clothed scholars knelt down and kowtowed every ten steps.
Until they arrived in front of the imperial palace, someone recognized the leader
.
He is now a famous scholar in Qian Kingdom, Zhou Tianfeng.
He led the scholars behind him to kneel down in front of the palace, attracting countless people from the imperial capital to follow and watch.
After hearing about this, the emperor immediately sent someone to investigate.
The current Minister of Rites looked at Zhou Tianfeng who was kneeling at the front and frowned, "Mr. Zhou, what are you doing?"
Zhou Tianfeng knelt straight and said, "I want to save my life today!"
The Minister of Rites is confused, what is this old guy talking about? Why don't you save Dagan?
Rescue by mouth?
"Mr. Zhou, if you get up first and have something to say, what are you doing gathering so many people?"
Zhou Tianfeng said loudly, "I came to the imperial capital of the capital from ten steps and one kneel at a time, just to sue one person."
"Who is it?" The Minister of Rites understood that this old man wanted to file a complaint against the emperor.
Zhou Tianfeng said again, "This person has no respect for his superiors. He ignores the legal principles and kills countless officials indiscriminately just because of his own merits. He is really a disaster to the most powerful minister in my cadre."
The Minister of Rites suddenly broke into a cold sweat and blurted out, "Zhou Tianfeng, you don't want to die!"
Who is this talking about if not Zhao Kang?
This old guy is so crazy that he wants to sue the butcher!
Zhou Tianfeng laughed and pointed with his hand, and said to the people around him, "Look, everyone, please take a good look. I am the Minister of the Ministry of Rites. I am a high official of the second rank and the pillar of the country! I didn't even hear the word Zhao Kang." I was so scared that I almost peed my pants!”
"Can such a person stand in the imperial court? Or is it that Zhao Kang's power has already surpassed that of the emperor? In this world, is his surname Xiao or Zhao?"
"Since you ministers don't dare to speak, then I'll send you Zhou Tian! Even though I'm just a scholar with no power, I still have to do my best to kill this powerful minister on behalf of Your Majesty!"
