Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 177
"Ji Guogong and Qiuran county master brought such a quarrel with the jade pendant with dragon patterns. As evidenced by all the civil and military officials, the king of Changxiang publicly resisted and disrespected, and there was no room for relaxation. He said that he would never marry a member of the Ji family. , Regardless of Duke Ling’s pleadings, King Changxiang was punished for the crime of disobedience in front of a hundred officials, and King Changxiang’s power in the six departments of internal history was directly cut off as a punishment.”

Wen Qi's eyes twitched, and they lit up: "Six Departments of Internal History?" She threw a water chestnut into her mouth, biting it loudly, her eyes narrowed with a smile, "The old man is so ruthless. This is not only to empty Yan Xiangxun, but also to change the water for Duke Ling's mansion."

Who in Dayan didn't know that the person in charge of the six departments of Yan Palace's internal history was the hinterland of the Ling family, and Emperor Yan's visit was just a drudgery.

"Who will take over the Six Departments of Internal History?" Meng Li, who had been silent all this time, said, eyes still downcast, her white fingertips stained with a little gray and black, and she focused on picking the Nan Jiang Ling in her hand.

Wen Qi spread out his palms, and took the food that Wen Mengli handed over: "If I guessed correctly, it should be the crown prince Fu Qiuyiruqiu."

When Lin Xiaojian heard this, he smiled: "Master is wise."

Wen Mengli smiled and raised her eyes: "How do you know?"

Wen Qi squeezed a water chestnut, looked at the crystal clear, and his eyes sparkled: "Da Yan Chaotang, the courtiers and disciples of the four great families accounted for nearly half. There are only a handful of people trusted by Emperor Yan, and there are only a few people around." Clasping her fingers, one, one, and the fourth time, she put the water chestnut in her mouth, "The right minister is rigid and unchanging. Although he is loyal, he is a civil servant. He was born in the Ministry of War in the Six Departments of Internal History, so his skills are difficult to conquer. Zuo Xiangqian Chanyue alone controls nearly a quarter of the court's finances. With such a rich position in the Six Departments of Internal History, Emperor Yan is suspicious by nature. It is impossible to hand over the temper to the left minister. Dinghou Yuan is in the fiefdom, and he is only good at leading troops to fight, and it is even more unsuitable. The rest are Shuntian Mansion Vice Chancellor Jin, Xuanwei Zuoshiyun, and the crown prince. Master Tai Fuqiu." Pausing slightly, the corners of his eyes drew long and oblique arcs, and evil spirits rose, "Emperor Yan has the heart to pave the way for the crown prince."

Every word is perfect, and the accuracy is shocking.

"You're right." Wen Mengli stared at Wen Qi, and said, "But you?"

This decree to bestow marriage is by no means accidental, such a plan of attack does not cost any soldiers, and it is also bloody, this is Wen Qi's all-time favorite.

She didn't deny it, and smiled complacently: "I just gave Emperor Yan a pole, and he climbed up along it." Nose snorted a few words, "If you are a hen, if you give him a pit, you will be able to climb up." lay eggs."

It's just a jade pendant with dragon patterns, look, how often it will take the opportunity to make trouble, and how often it will find a hole to lay eggs.

"Six Parts of Internal History." He brewed a cup of tea and put it in Wen Qi's hands, "Do you want it?"

Wen Qi took a sip, moved her fingers, and tapped the jade plate: "What's the saying, the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind."

Wen Mengli laughed, sure enough, Emperor Yan's praying mantis was tricked by Wen Qi, a cunning oriole, how could he escape the fisherman's profit by pulling everything from the bottom of the pot.

When Wen Qi was full, he half-lyed into a soft chair, ate happily with a jade plate, and said from time to time: Ouch, not bad.

This is the number one dish, Nanjiang paid tribute to only a few dishes, and almost all of them went into her stomach in just a moment.

Wen Mengli took the plate from her hand: "Wen Qi, don't eat any more."

Wen Qi lay down on the desk, blinked her big eyes, tears were about to overflow, she looked at Wen Mengli pitifully, and complained: "You abused me."

(End of this chapter)