The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 269 Outline
"all gone?"

In Prince Liang’s mansion, the hustle and bustle faded away, and in a side room near the backyard, Zhu Wen was drinking hangover soup and concentrating on reviewing the official documents sent from Bianzhou.

He came to Luoyang for a few days, there were a lot of things going on in Bianzhou, and the war in the north also had to be watched, so as not to cause a big mistake, so neither side could be delayed. Get dignified.

The old servant over there nodded.

"Go back to the master's house, Chaowen Wuju has left."

"Hmph, have you eaten all the food on the plate?"

"It's all over."

At this point, Zhu Wen finally had a smile on his face, "In the past, these civil and military people looked down on me a lot, how about it? Now, if you say a word, you have to behave obediently, just like a child, if you don't beat me, you won't obey me."

He put down his hair, looked at the big flames, remembered something, stopped the steward who was about to leave, took a handkerchief, wiped his palms and stood up.

"By the way, how about my brother? Do you go home directly?"

The steward came back and said respectfully: "Shang Shuling has arrived at the mansion, but he didn't go in. Instead, he went to the neighbor's house next door. I heard that it is Zhao Hongjun, the supervisory censor. Does the master want to deal with this person?"

"Hehe, they are all from my own family, what are we going to do?" Zhu Wen wiped his hands and walked two steps, and sent Geng Qing out in his mind. What the other party said, he had some impressions of Zhao Hongjun, "Ji Chang's old friend, a Don't bother with the wine bag and rice bag, go and call Niu Cunjie, I have something to order."

After finishing speaking, the handkerchief was casually thrown on the table, and the old servant at the door nodded and bowed: "Yes."

"It's not too much for my brother to have a few old friends, so there's no need for Zhu to be so suspicious." Zhu Wen smiled and shook his head. After walking in the study for a while, Niu Cunjie's footsteps approached outside the door, and he clasped his fists heavily.

"What's the matter with Liang Wang calling the end general?"

"Come in." Zhu Wen beckoned, went to sit down behind the desk in the middle, and looked at the big man standing in front of him, "Welcome the late emperor, and I saw the prince helping the coffin. In Chang'an in the past, I didn't feel anything. See, Li Yu is quite different, but I prefer the Nine Kings as the new king."

Niu Cunjie's eyes showed fierceness, and he said in a buzzing voice, "The end general knows how to do it."

"Well, it's good to know." Zhu Wen picked up the brush again and put it down on the official document to outline, without raising his head, his voice slowly seeped through the candlelight: "Be careful when doing things, be careful, and do it more cleanly."

"Here!"

The big man clasped his fists to accept the order, dragged his armor, turned around and strode out the door.

The night is dark, the streets are covered with thin water mist, and in the darkness, there are occasional shaking lanterns moving forward from people's hands, accompanied by the sound of clappers.

"Earlier, sleep well, there are few thieves, close the doors and windows, and beware of the old king"

Bang!
Bang!
The sound of the night shifting was ethereal and far away in the street. A nearby house was illuminated by lights, and the so-called supper and family dinner in the front hall of the middle courtyard had come to an end.

In the dim light, a maid came over to replace the candlestick lights, and the mottled small table, a boy named Zhao Hongyin yawned, pecked his head bit by bit, and was carried away by two maids without waking up.

The candlelight was lit, and the three of them also stopped their wine glasses during the banquet, and the old man who was nearly fifty years old thanked him again.

"Thank you so much for Shang Shuling's kind words in front of the King of Liang. When the errands are over, I will hold a banquet in the mansion and invite Shang Shuling to come over."

Zhao Jing is also considered to be an honest person. When he was the governor of Zhuozhou, he spent a lot of money on the way to Luoyang in the south. When he got here, he gave some to Zhao Hongjun to make connections. The only thing left was enough for the family to spend in the mansion. , That's why I had the sentence just now.

Geng Qing was polite, but still accepted the gift, without him, it should be his, so there is no need to be so modest.

In the ensuing conversation, he also asked about the north, such as Li Keyong taking Youzhou, had he ever heard of Li Cunxiao?

Over there, Zhao Jing thought about it, but he had heard some rumors.

"The Li Cunxiao mentioned by Shang Shuling is one of the adopted sons of the King of Jin, right? Jing has heard about it in the north, but when the King of Jin attacked Youzhou, Li Cunxiao did not come. Instead, he fought against Tuyuhun Governor Helian Duo in Yunzhou. On the other side of Youzhou, when Jing went south to Luoyang, the King of Jin had almost taken over the entire territory, and the generals under Li Kuangwei’s command surrendered and died, plus Yunzhou, Datong and other places, the power of the King of Jin is very important.”

Zhao Jing told what he knew without reservation.Geng Qing listened quietly, clinking glasses with Zhao Hongjun occasionally. He probably had a rough outline of what happened in the north. On Cunxiao's side, he gradually became worried. Will be used by Li Ke with suspicion.

'I can only hope that Cunxiao can be more careful. '

After thinking about it, he talked to the two of them for a while, then left, returned to the mansion and fell into a drowsy sleep, and spent the next few days wandering around Luoyang, following Zhao Hongjun to meet celebrities and scholars, or walking with some officials in the city Move around and build relationships.

On the fourth day of the arrival, the late emperor Li Ye went to the funeral. The procession went out from the west gate and detoured for more than ten miles to be buried in the imperial mausoleum. It was past noon.

Geng Qing followed all the way, walking with sore waist and back pain, suffering unspeakably, and finally stayed in the palace, met Empress He, said a few words of comfort, and followed Zhu Wen to the court to discuss with all the civil and military officials about establishing a new monarch.

"King Liang, it is never advisable to abolish the elders and set up the young. The crown prince has made no serious mistakes. How can he be abolished as soon as he is said to be abolished? Although the Nine Kings Li Jue is smart, he is too young and has no experience in government. Forgive me for disagreeing!"

"The Nine Kings have the appearance of a king, and I want to establish him, what should I do?"

"you!"

"What about me? We are both the first emperor's sons, so there is no distinction between elder and younger. Don't you see, among the first emperors, there is also the second son who is the emperor?"

It is not difficult to hear who the "second child" in Zhu Wen's mouth is referring to. It made the opposing courtiers stare angrily, but couldn't say anything, and stomped their feet in anxiety.

'I really don't know how to be interesting.' Geng Qing was never interested in such childish disputes. She picked out her ears, turned her face to one side, and gradually lost her mind to think about other things.

The quarrel between the court and the court continued, and amidst the din, there was an inner lake in the imperial city located in the northeast of the imperial palace, called Jiuqu.

A teenage boy sat in the gazebo by the lake, watching the sparkling light flashing through his eyes, and put the cup in his hand on the stone table tastelessly.

The death of his father was a bit of a blow to him. Seeing his mother mourn day and night, it was even more painful. He is not young anymore, and he can figure out many things without listening to others, especially the assassination of his father. , probably have some outlines.

The lake breeze blows the willows, and a group of mandarin ducks play and cross their necks in the water.

In the distance, a group of more than ten eunuchs was approaching. One of them was tall and burly with a fierce face, staring at the young man in the pavilion.

He gave a wink to the figures beside him.

Several people nodded in unison and quickened their pace.

(End of this chapter)