Seeing that Meng Liang disappeared again just after Jiao Zan was out of trouble, Mrs. Zhang asked strangely: "Didn't you say that Jiao is not separated from Meng, and Meng is not separated from Jiao? Why is it that only Jiao Zan is seen but Meng Liang is not seen?"
"The two of them were on stage together just now." Zhang Yong's daughter-in-law said, "I was just looking at Jiao Zan doing somersaults and didn't pay attention to where Meng Liang went."
"Where are you going?" Mrs. Zhang asked, looking at Chunhe's class teacher.
"Yeah, where have you been..." Seeing that the performance of the play was a mess and Chun Heban's reputation was ruined, the class leader wanted to die, so he could only make nonsense: "Oh, that's it, Meng
Liang is a smarter person than Jiao Zan. When he saw that Jiao Zan couldn't defeat Yang Paifeng, he was afraid that he would also make a fool of himself, so he ran away..."
"Oh." Mrs. Zhang was so fooled, she nodded, turned her head to the other side, and wanted to talk to Zhang Yong, but saw that Zhang Yong's seat was empty, so she asked Zhang Yong's son: "Where is your father?
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"Grandma, my father is going to go." Zhang Yong's son replied hurriedly.
"Well, maybe they can meet again." The old lady laughed, making everyone laugh.
The two actually met in the latrine...
Zhang Yong kept drinking at home. After sitting in front of the stage for a while, he felt that he couldn't hold back the anxiety and hurriedly went to the hut in the corner of the garden to relieve himself. Everyone nearby was watching Jiao Zan doing somersaults and did not notice him.
Yes, naturally no one came out with him.
He hurried to the latrine, and as soon as he untied his belt after entering, he heard someone else coming in. Zhang Yong turned around casually and saw a big black face with wings on his back coming in, which scared him so much that he accidentally
, and peed on his hand.
Fortunately, there was no ill intention in that big black face. He smiled at him and said, "My lord, I have come to pee myself." Then he walked to a urine bucket next to Zhang Yong, untied his belt and took out his hands.
Get out guys.
'I don't want to do it myself...' Zhang Yong rolled his eyes in depression, but couldn't help but glance at the black guy, hehe, it's such a big thing. Seeing this made Zhang Yong even more depressed, and he accidentally peed on his hand again...
'Fucking bad luck, Zhang Yong cursed secretly, but couldn't get it to happen, so he had to finish peeing quickly. He wanted to lift his belt, but he was afraid of soiling his clothes. He wanted to wash his hands first, but he was afraid of losing his pants. He was in a dilemma.
He saw the black man standing next to him holding a water ladle, with a ferocious smile on his black and white face, but his tone was very flattering: "I'm waiting for you to wash your hands."
"No need." Zhang Yong grabbed the water ladle with his hands, rinsed his hands carefully, then tied up his trousers, and said in a low voice: "Thank you very much." After saying that, he turned around and left. He really didn't want to be in such a dark place.
At night, I was standing with a guy with this look and this outfit.
"My lord, please stay." The man didn't want to let him go.
Zhang Yong frowned and turned to look at this ignorant guy. He came from a family of military commanders and had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He was not worried that an opera singer would threaten his safety. He was just a little angry that the other party dared to do so regardless of his identity.
Stop calling yourself, and the bird is much bigger than you.
And it seems that the latter is more infuriating than the former...
"How did your class teacher teach you the rules?"
Zhang Yonggang was about to scold the other person, but saw the man reveal a mysterious smile and said: "Master Zhang, please allow me to wash my face."
"The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes. Whether you wash your face or not has nothing to do with me." Zhang Yong fluttered his sleeves and was about to leave, only to hear the other party quietly say: "I am Wang Xian."
"I don't care if you're salty or bland..." Zhang Yongshun suddenly froze in mid-sentence, stared at the other person and said, "Who do you think you are?"
Wang Xian was busy washing his face and didn't bother to talk to him. He stretched out his hand and said vaguely: "Towel..." "Uh..." People are so mean. I didn't know the identity of the other party just now. Even if he said something to him, Zhang Yong would feel
It was a huge offense. Now that he knew the other person's identity, even though he was still unsure, he obediently handed over the towel without feeling that he was offended.
Wang Xian wiped his face vigorously with a towel, turned to Zhang Yong and said: "How do you look now?"
Zhang Yong looked carefully through the light and saw that it was indeed Wang Xian. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "It's still dark... Oh, my nephew Zhong Dexian, it's great that you are fine, but you worried the prince and princess to death...
...What kind of song are you singing?" He is only acting as an agent in the Governor's Mansion, and his job is still as a governor of Jinyiwei. He can be regarded as Wang Xian's superior. More importantly, he is the elder brother of the Crown Princess, and the Crown Princess treats Wang Xian with the same attitude.
Of course he can't be born as a nephew, so he has always been referred to as a good nephew.
When Zhang Yong saw Wang Xian, it was like seeing a savior. There was really so much to say to Wang Xian, and there were several meanings in just one paragraph.
"It's a good idea." Wang Xian said with a smile.
"I mean, why are you dressed like this?" Zhang Yong said with a bitter smile.
"To see you." Wang Xiandao: "No one knows I'm back yet."
"Why?" Zhang Yong couldn't help lowering his voice: "Is it to keep it secret?"
"Of course." Wang Xian smiled and said: "Master Zhang also came out of Jinyiwei Yamen. You should know how pervasive those people are and leave. I want to hide my whereabouts, so I can only do this."
"Yes, I also have Ji Gang's spy in my house. I know which bastard he is, but I can't touch him." Zhang Yong sighed: "But fortunately he was upset and didn't come to the show today, otherwise his flaws would have been discovered."
"It seems we are lucky." Wang Xian smiled happily. Of course he would not tell the other party that the reason why the man had a stomachache was caused by the spies placed in the house by Beizhen Fusi. "But Mr. Zhang, we two
Just stand in the hut and talk?"
"Yeah, let alone the smell, people come here from time to time." Zhang Yong said with a smile: "I can't invite you to the study... There is a pavilion behind here. Everyone is going to the theater at this time, so no one will disturb you."
"Okay." Wang Xian nodded and followed the good example.
After a while, the two of them stood in the pavilion. Wang Xian was still in the same costume with a flag on his back. He looked very funny, but the smiles on their faces had disappeared because the topic had become serious...
"How did my nephew escape from danger?" Zhang Yong asked.
"It's a long story. I'll talk to you in detail later." Wang Xian didn't want to talk to him about this.
"Yes." Zhang Yong nodded and said, "Does the Crown Prince and Princess know that you are back?"
"I have sent someone to report to the prince secretly, but I did not go to the prince's residence to meet him." Wang Xian sighed: "How many pairs of eyes are staring there now, even a fly flying in can distinguish the male from the female."
"Yes," Zhang Yongshen said with approval: "In order to avoid suspicion, I haven't visited the Crown Princess for a while, so I can only lock myself at home when I get off work.
"By the way, your Excellency is now acting as the Governor of the Right Army," Wang Xian said with a smile, "I can finally leave the Imperial Guard and show off my talents."
"Hey..." Zhang Yong was discouraged and said, "Do you really feel that way?"
"Isn't it?" Wang Xian asked.
"To tell you the truth, I feel like a blacksmith right now." Zhang Yong said bitterly.
"How do you say it?" Wang Xian asked with a smile.
"The bottom is angry, the middle is angry, and the top is getting beaten." Zhang Yong said gloomily. The bottom of what he said was referring to the group of subordinates who were always at odds with him, and the top was naturally the King of Han and the nobles like that.
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"Puch..." Although Zhang Yong's expression was very pitiful, Wang Xian couldn't help but laugh: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, what you said is so vivid, I can't help..."
"It doesn't matter, just laugh." Zhang Yongdao: "But you're not here to see my joke, right?"
"Of course not." Wang Xian hurriedly suppressed his smile and said in a deep voice: "Does Mr. Zhang feel that big changes are about to happen in the capital?"
"Yes." Zhang Yong nodded and said: "The rain is about to come, the wind is all over the building, and the black clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it. Who can not feel it?"
"Master Zhang, who do you think can laugh the best in this scene?" Wang Xian asked.
"Of course it's the prince..." Zhang Yongyan said insincerely.
"I want to hear the truth." Wang Xian interrupted him.
"Well, I thought that the Crown Prince was in trouble this time. You may not know that you are not in the capital these days, but there are too many people supporting the King of Han." Zhang Yong said with a look of horror: "Those marquis and counts, they are all
They are the generals in the army. If they unite to support the King of Han, the prince will not be his opponent at all."
"So Mr. Zhang has been depressed recently and has been drinking to drown his sorrows all day long?" Wang Xian asked.
"Yes." Zhang Yong sighed: "Zhongde is not an outsider, and there is no need for me to hide it from you. I really have no hope, not even hope of self-protection. I can only take pleasure in the moment and live one day at a time."
"It seems that your Excellency knows very well what will happen if the Crown Prince fails?" Wang Xian said in a cold tone.
"Of course." Zhang Yong nodded with difficulty and said, "I am the crown prince's brother. This mark cannot be removed. Once the crown prince falls, I am afraid that the whole family will suffer."
"Then you just wait for that day to come?" Wang Xian's tone was inevitably a little sarcastic. From his heart, he looked down on cowards like Zhang Yong. But at this moment, he could only rely on him to encourage him.
Expect him to perform miracles.
"I can't help it..." Zhang Yong said with a bitter face, and said with a forced smile: "Of course that was in the past, it's great that you are back now Zhongde, we finally have hope again."
"No, I don't have much hope." Wang Xian shook his head decisively and said: "The real hope lies with you, sir. Only if you cheer up and make up your mind can you save the prince... Of course, the lives of us all depend on it.
Your Excellency, it was a matter of thought."
"Oh." Zhang Yong was quite surprised by Wang Xian's words and smacked his lips and said, "Am I really that important?"
"Then why do you think the emperor asked you to act as the governor of the Right Army?" Wang Xian said solemnly: "That is the governor's mansion that can control hundreds of thousands of troops."
"It's just an agency." Zhang Yong said humbly and sincerely.
"But why is it the governor's palace of the right army and not the rear army of the left army or something like that?" Wang Xian asked.
Zhang Yongdao: "The Right Army Governor's Mansion is the territory of Marquis Yangwu, and of course he doesn't want others to get involved. I heard that Marquis Yangwu recommended me to the emperor to take over this official position before he went on the northern tour with the emperor. I'm afraid that's what he meant..."