Li Yi glanced at him and saw the young man named Fang looking at him with suspicion and shaking his head slightly. The young man's question was very poor.
These things happened one after another, and no one knew the whole reason better than him. He knew what others knew, and he also knew the details that others didn't know. No one understood better than him how the high and mighty King of Shu in the past was.
Step by step, we have fallen to where we are today.
Of course it’s all because he did it himself!
Shengsheng played a good hand of cards like this, and as an outsider, he couldn't stand it.
When things have reached today's situation, the King of Shu is destined not to become the emperor. If he leaves Shu for Kyoto now, he will die on the road less than half the journey. This was already doomed when he left Kyoto.
If he really gets involved with this Taoist nun's influence, I'm afraid there will be a lot of trouble.
Therefore, we must use emotion and reason to persuade these people to turn back as soon as possible. It is not easy for such a large sect to start from scratch and run it like this. When meeting His Highness the King of Shu who has been cheating his teammates for twenty years, it has been difficult for him for decades.
It would be such a pity if the foundation was ruined.
Even Li Yi himself couldn't bear it.
"Thank you for reminding me, brother, I will investigate carefully." The young man surnamed Fang said, cupping his hands.
"We are all our own people, as we should." Li Yi waved his hand, walked into the inn, and gave instructions to the waiter downstairs: "Send some wine and food later."
Just now at the Prince of Shu's Mansion, I just listened to Brother Jiang bragging and sighing, spitting and ruining a table of food. I was really hungry now.
The waiter responded quickly: "Okay, sir, you go up first. I will go to the kitchen and say hello. The food and wine will be here soon!"
Not long after Li Yi stepped into the room, in another guest room, the young man named Fang said with a gloomy face: "Ask the person responsible for collecting intelligence from Kyoto to come here!"
Not long after, a man in blue hurriedly walked in and said, "I wonder what the protector's orders are?"
The young man surnamed Fang looked at him and asked: "What big changes have occurred in the Kyoto court in the past few months?"
The man in blue thought for a while and said: "There are no big changes. Just a few days ago, Emperor Jingguo sent people to check the accounts of Beijing officials, and later dismissed many officials. Recently, after I left Beijing, there were many people in the court.
It's turbulent, new information comes in every day, and my subordinates haven't had time to sort it out."
The young man named Fang said in a deep voice: "Bring me all the information you have collected."
"Yes, protector!"
After a while, the man in blue walked into the room again holding a thick book.
The young man surnamed Fang sat down at the table and started flipping things quickly. As time passed, his face became increasingly ugly.
"The king of Shu incited public opinion and intended to force the palace to be forced into the palace, so he was expelled from the capital..."
"School of Accountancy, Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Department of Household Affairs, Cleaning the Court..."
"The son of the minister of the Ministry of Industry was killed, the minister of the Ministry of Industry... had his house ransacked, the woman was given a lowly status, and the man was exiled three thousand miles away!"
"Trash!" The man named Fang slammed the table and stood up from the chair.
The man in blue hurriedly knelt on the ground and said loudly: "My subordinates are not doing well, please punish me by the law protector!"
However, the man named Fang did not look at him and murmured: "If the Holy Religion wastes its resources on this kind of waste, it will end up being like a bamboo basket..."
Before this, he had always believed that the King of Shu would be the best candidate to inherit the throne. After listening to what the man said just now, he took a closer look at the current situation, and finally understood that the situation in Jingguo's court had already changed.
So much has changed.
Although he had deep resentment towards the current Emperor Jing, he would not think that he was a foolish emperor without talent or virtue. He would not be so foolish that when he was seriously ill, he would drive the prince thousands of miles away and have a row in the court.
purge to reduce the power behind him.
The only explanation is that the King of Shu has no chance to become the emperor.
"Although waste is waste, it still has some uses." A sneer appeared on the face of the man surnamed Fang, and he said: "Pass the order..."
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"Come here, bring these drinks and food to the guest in Room 7 upstairs." The waiter took out a tray, put it on the table, and after giving instructions, went to the kitchen to get busy again.
"I'll do it." Just as a waiter was about to run over, a handsome boy came from the kitchen, picked up the food and wine in both hands, and walked upstairs.
In the room, Li Yi sat at the table, poured a cup of tea, and sipped it while looking at the flickering candlelight.
That damn Taoist nun is really a headache.
In the past, when he and Ruyi were together all day, he didn't feel that the master was very powerful, and the Taoist nun didn't give him the feeling of being very dangerous.
Now I finally realize why everyone in the martial arts community gets so angry when they talk about being a master.
Every time I wake up, I feel that this Taoist nun is a little more mysterious and unpredictable. This feeling is really helpless.
He held the teacup with a slight force, and there was a "pop" sound, and the teacup shattered. When he finally opened his hand, there was only a pile of white powder left in his palm.
There was a knocking sound outside the door.
It must have been that his supper had arrived. Li Yi turned his back to the door and was too lazy to look back. He said casually: "The door is not closed. Come in."
Then there was the sound of "squeaking" the door opening.
"Just put it here." Li Yi pointed to the table, clapped his hands, and said, "When you go out, remember to close the door."
The waiter put the food and wine on the table and turned to leave. Li Yi soon heard the sound of the door closing.
Shuzhou is really a remote place. The chef in the inn's kitchen is obviously not very good at cooking. The dishes he cooks are dark and unappetizing. Li Yi didn't even recognize what kind of dish it was...
With a tentative mentality, I took a small sip and frowned tightly.
He took another bite and sighed: "This craftsmanship is probably on par with Miss Liu Er..."
After saying this, my body shivered inexplicably, and the hairs on my body stood up.
He slowly turned his head and saw a figure standing behind him, with his arms folded and looking at him coldly.
Li Yi's eyes widened and he blurted out: "Like..."
He only said one word and was blocked by the other party.
Separated by a wall, the middle-aged Taoist nun sitting cross-legged on the bed slowly opened her eyes.
"If I can give up the whole world, at least I still have you, worthy of my cherishment, and you here are the miracle of life..."
There is a strange song coming from the opposite side. It is not popular music in Qi or Jing. It sounds a bit strange, but if you listen carefully, you can hear it.
In addition, there were other sounds coming.
"Brother, please don't go back yet. Sit down and have a drink with me..."
"Let me tell you, you, the cook behind the inn, should be fired as early as possible. It will affect the business..."
"If you don't believe it, try it yourself..."
The middle-aged Taoist nun shook her head. Li Yi had always given her the impression that he was different and always did things that ordinary people could not fathom. By now, she had become more accustomed to it.
If you think about it carefully, most capable people are like this, with some strange habits or behaviors, so she has always turned a blind eye to these things.
There will be many places where he will be needed in the future. Even if he cannot be brought back to his heart, he should not cause too much resentment.
The middle-aged Taoist nun turned her head and looked around, slowly closing her eyes.
