Text Volume Chapter 817 Like a Snowball Su Ziji watched the wild Taoist leave, feeling a little sad.
The love between children is not unimportant, and the matter of Princess Xinping is not just taking advantage of her, let alone regretting it.
In terms of interests alone, Xinping was arrogant. Although the King of Shu and the King of Qi and her were brothers and sisters, they had different mothers, and their relationship was very shallow. If one of the two kings ascended the throne, Xinping's life would not be so easy in the future.
You can give many times more to yourself.
So there is no debt in terms of benefits, it’s just her feelings that make people sad. How to respond to this?
At this moment, someone reported outside the door: "Your Highness, the debate is here."
Benxuan is here?
Su Ziji calmed down and said, "Let them wait in the flower hall."
"Yes." The footsteps outside faded away.
Su Ziji also got up, tidied up a little, and went out. The study room was not far from the flower hall. Since Su Ziji cleaned up the house, everyone who can work in the house, especially in the main courtyard, is still loyal.
But Su Ziji still received the ten people brought by Bianxuan in the flower hall. He only glanced at them and nodded secretly.
"They are all masters."
These ten monks are indeed people who have been carefully trained. They all look ordinary from the outside, but they all have martial arts skills. Although they are not as good as Cen Rubai, they can all be considered first-class masters in the world.
Such people are low-key and don't attract much attention, but they can play a big role in critical situations...
"The poor monk pays homage to the grandson."
Su Ziji was still very satisfied. After Bianxuan brought the ten people to pay homage, he raised his hand slightly and said, "Get up, Bianxuan. The ten people you brought will be incorporated into the mansion and receive the treatment of soldiers in the mansion.
You lead it yourself."
Benxuan lowered his head and immediately responded: "Yes."
Su Ziji asked again: "Apart from these ten people, will the rest come over one after another?"
Bianxuan replied: "Yes, my uncle said that if we come together, we will attract attention, which is not good. It is better to come in batches. The specific placement will depend on your arrangements."
Su Ziji nodded again, hearing that this person was really good at work.
"Where are you from?" Su Ziji asked a monk casually.
"We are all of the real generation, the poor monk Zhenjue, born in Liangtao County."
"The poor monk Zhenji is from Lingyi County."
"The poor monk Zhenxuan is from Zhangxin County."
"Are you from Liangtao County? I heard that there is a copper mine in Liangtao County. Is it true?" Su Ziji asked casually.
Zhenjue was the senior brother of this ten-man team. He didn’t know what Taisun meant when he asked about this topic, so he put his hands together and replied: “Yes, there are thousands of people in the county mining and smelting, and casting money on the spot. No matter how specific it is, the poor monk doesn’t know.
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"You are from Lingyi County. I heard that there is a famous mountain, Jinlu Mountain, where golden deer roam. Is this true?"
"There is a Golden Deer Mountain, but I have never seen a Golden Deer." Zhenji spoke very little, a bit dryly.
After that, he asked a few more questions, and with each question and answer, Su Ziji could feel that Bian Xuan was not necessarily loyal to him, but he was indeed determined to support him.
Even for those ten people, Su Ziji asked one or two questions one by one to make sure that these ten people were abiding by their orders and were even prepared to risk their lives.
"The rise and fall of the Brahma Sect can be accomplished in one fell swoop?"
This was certainly for the sake of the Brahma sect, but Su Ziji never asked about the reasons when hiring people, only looking at the results.
This result already made him feel that it was okay.
The only thing that made Su Ziji sigh slightly was that his relationship with Bianxuan could never return to the past.
Su Ziji stood there, looking at Benxuan who lowered his head and answered respectfully, and suddenly remembered the time when he had a calm conversation with him as a friend. This may be a gain and a loss.
This is not only the case with Benxuan, whom he met in Beijing, but also with friends Yu Lu, Fang Xi and others he met in the past.
However, Yu Lu, Fang Xi and others have never had a conflict of interest with him, and they have no ability to do anything.
Unlike Benxuan, they have this ability, so the two of them have reached this point now.
Not only was Su Ziji sighing secretly, but Bianxuan, who was standing answering, was also thinking about his past with his grandson.
He still remembers that when he first came into contact with this man who was not yet his grandson, he was impressed by his demeanor. Although the two were not close friends, they were indeed friends.
Who could have imagined that just how long had passed before things and people had already changed.
The two of them were relatively speechless, and suddenly they were all at a loss for words. Su Ziji thought for a while and was about to speak when someone came in and said, "Your Highness, Zhennan Bo's Mansion has replied to the letter."
"Well, give it to me!" Su Ziji looked at the time and thought for a moment: "You must be tired after coming for a long time, so go down and rest!"
"Here comes!" Su Ziji casually took the letter from Uncle Zhennan and shouted. Sure enough, he saw someone coming, but it was Bo Yan. He bowed respectfully: "Your Highness, what are your orders?"
"Take Benxuan and the others to the Fubing Wing to be accommodated, and tell the chief registrar's office to treat them with the official treatment of Fubing, and also give them the normal treatment of the Benxuan team."
"Yes, I will take care of it right here." Bo Yan, wearing a ninth-grade official uniform, responded quickly and led the people there skillfully, without any sign of his original Jianghu habits.
At this time, the door moved, and a gust of cold wind blew in through the gap. Su Ziji smiled and closed the window, sitting by the window, just thinking.
"Sure enough, people can change."
"Bo Yan is gradually returning to his heart!"
Su Ziji couldn't help but think about the nails in the house, and smiled secretly. In fact, it was easy to remove these nails, and it was not difficult to collect them, but they were not needed. Spies also have the role of spies.
"The letter to Xinping is out."
Su Ziji's expression changed, he closed his eyes and meditated, as if he was resting his mind, but he felt the letter being taken out by the wild Taoist people. He told him at that time that he had asked someone else to deliver the letter. Sure enough, the letter was taken out by Taisun.
The door of the mansion was not sent directly to the princess mansion, but was transferred elsewhere.
Everything was just as he expected. Su Ziji continued to sense and felt that the letter had gone somewhere else. He only stopped briefly and went in the direction of the palace.
At this point, it feels like everything is gone.
This is normal. The imperial palace is the center of hundreds of millions of people. Although it is not like in previous years, even the great demons who went to the capital were extremely suppressed, but even if the spiritual tide returns, no outsiders can spy on it.
"As expected, I went to the palace, and the emperor was monitoring me. He was really everywhere."
Su Ziji opened his eyes, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
In fact, as long as you know that this letter was indeed sent to the palace, who can take away the Taisun's autographed letter on the way to deliver the letter? Apart from the emperor's people, who else has such ability?
royal palace
Because the palace has been lit up with lights a few days ago, although it is still daytime, people are already rehearsing various Lantern Festival celebrations, and it is very lively inside and outside the palace.
Probably only during major festivals like this, the people in the palace can relax a little and be more cheerful.
Because no matter how strict the master is, he will not be too harsh on the palace people on days like this.
And by the Lantern Festival, spring is not far away.
Although the weather is still cold, the desolate and cold feeling in the past few months, from autumn to winter, has made people in the deep palace a little tired of it.
Now that spring is here, some people have tried to change out of their overly heavy winter clothes. Although they are still a little thick, they are much cooler.
The concubines also have some interest in dressing up. Although the emperor is old and the number of visits to the harem has been limited in the past six months, the concubines have gradually given up their desire to be favored. However, most of the concubines are still young, and they are
Trapped in this deep palace, within a short space of time, I was almost exhausted.
Things that I would not dare to do in ordinary days are done in festivals like the Lantern Festival. I even put on spring clothes and chat and laugh with the palace maids. The atmosphere in the palace is much lighter and less boring than before.
But this lightness does not include the place where the emperor is.
Royal Palace·Qinhua Hall
It is located in a remote corner of the imperial city, with numerous palaces and halls, making it very secluded and deep.
Although it was early spring at this time, the weather was still cold. Even in the daytime, the sunlight outside seemed unable to warm the palace at all. Only the eunuch stood expressionless in the darkness with his hands lowered.
A figure sat at the table, looking down at the letter in his hand with a gloomy expression.
On the cover of the letter is written "Princess Xinping's Personal Address", the calligraphy is very familiar, this is a letter written by the good grandson to his daughter Xinping.
Although he hadn't opened it yet to read the contents, the emperor was already unhappy.
Prior to this, the emperor had read more than one handwritten reply. Some of them were intercepted on the way and read in advance, and some were obtained by his people after the fact, so he read them.
The letter was pulled out, and the emperor opened it to look at it carefully. Although it was daytime, the light was dim, so candles were lit. The candles lit at the side were slightly swayed by the wind, making the emperor's expression look very complicated.
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The content of the letter was very ordinary, and it could even be said that it contained nothing of value. It was just an ordinary and simple greeting of thanks, with a poem written upside down at the end.
I have to say that even if I have ill intentions towards this good grandson, I have to admit that he is really good at writing poems and this poem is really good.
However, the emperor's focus was not that. He put the letter aside and picked up another piece of paper.
Under the candlelight, this piece of paper is densely packed with names. Su Ziji will find here that the list on this piece of paper is not only the names of people who have replied to the letter, but also have contacts with them.
Xinping's name is at the bottom.
Although Princess Xinping is the emperor's daughter, compared with the people on the list, she doesn't seem to be a special person.
The people that the grandson has come and gone with include thousands of households in the Yulin Guards, nobles, and even pavilion elders. Princess Xinping is just one of them, and she is inconspicuous among them.
Looking at such a list, the emperor couldn't help but become silent.
"Like a snowball, it gets bigger and bigger."
Although the emperor himself knew that as long as the identity of the prince was confirmed and the king became the grandson, such a situation would be inevitable. After all, he was old and no longer what he was before. The meaning of the prince to the world would be different, and everyone would
Get closer.
But the emperor was still lucky not to experience such a scene.
And even though I was mentally prepared, it was still too fast.
How long did it take for Dai Wang to be recognized as king? Not a few years. In the past, he was just a commoner in a small town. Later, he passed the imperial examination and passed the imperial examination. That's all, he had some literary names.
It has only been two or three years since I recognized the current king, but I have only been a grandson for only one or two months, and so many people are close to me?
"Hehe, he is indeed a loyal minister."
The emperor sneered, but then thought about it. Although there seemed to be a lot of support on the surface, the slow growth of Longzhu still gave him a lot of relief. At least for now, these are superficial efforts, just reciprocity.
So many people are willing to celebrate and interact with each other, but they just do it because of their status as grandson, and they don't really want to get closer, at least not right now.
But as soon as the emperor's eyes fell on this dense list, he couldn't help but feel palpitated. He looked away, not wanting to see these names anymore, when he suddenly saw a strip.
"Huh? Luo Pei has returned to Beijing and is waiting for me to receive you at the palace gate?" The emperor's eyes flashed with a dim light, and he suddenly hit the letter hard and said, "Come here, call Ma Shunde."
Even if you want to raise a dragon, it will not be smooth sailing. You must interrupt the snowballing trend. Spring is not far away, so you must set up a net to collect the fish.