"All left?"

At the Liang Palace, the noise faded away. A side wing near the backyard, Zhu Wen drank sobering soup and focused on reviewing the official documents sent from Bianzhou. The tip of his pen stopped a little, and he glanced at the old manager of the mansion standing at the door.

He came to Luoyang for a few days, and there were many things there, and the war in the north had to be watched to avoid major mistakes, so neither side could delay. At this time, his drunkenness faded, his expression returned to the past, and his words became majestic.

The old servant over there nodded.

"Return to the master's house, all the civil and military officials in the court have left the seat."

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

“It’s all finished.”

At this point, Zhu Wen had a smile on his face, "How about these civil and military officials in the past look down on me? Now, you have to act obediently, just like a child, not to fight or obey."

He put down his wolf hair, looked at the flames as big as beans, remembered something, and called out the manager who was about to leave, took a handkerchief and wiped his palm and stood up.

"By the way, what about my brother? Should I go home directly?"

The manager returned and said respectfully: "Shangshu Ling came to the mansion, but he did not go in. Instead, he went to the home of the neighbor next to him. It was said that it was the Censor Zhao Hongjun. Does the master want to deal with this person?"

"Haha, it's all my family, what should I do?" Zhu Wen wiped his hands and walked two steps, and sent Geng Qing out of his mind. The other party said something, and he had some impression of Zhao Hongjun. "Ji Chang's old friend, a wine bag, don't pay attention to it, go call Niu Cunjie, I have something to tell you."

After saying that, he threw the handkerchief at the table casually, 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. Zhu doesn’t have to do that with suspicion…’ Zhu Wen smiled and shook his head, walked in the study for a while, Niu Cunjie’s footsteps outside the door approached and he held his fist heavily.

"What will happen to King Liang call the last one?"

"Come in." Zhu Wen waved his hand, walked to the desk in the middle and sat down, looking at the man standing in front of him, "Welcome the late emperor, I saw the prince holding the coffin. In the past years, I didn't feel anything. When I saw him that day, Li Yu was very different, but I wanted the Nine Kings to be the new king."

Niu Cunjie's eyes showed fierceness and a buzzing voice: "I will know how to do it."

"Well, it's good to know." Zhu Wen picked up his brush and put it on the official document to outline it. He didn't raise his head, and his voice slowly oozed through the candlelight: "Be careful when doing things, take a good grasp of your position, and do it cleaner."

"Here!"

The man held his fists and took the order, dragged his armor, turned around and strode out of the door.

......

The night is deep, the streets are covered with thin mist, and in the darkness, occasionally shaking lanterns are moving forward from their hands, accompanied by the sound of clamoring.

"Sleep early in the second evening, there are few thieves who care about you. Close the doors and windows and beware of Lao Wang..."

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of the game is ethereal and moving away on the street. A nearby house is illuminated by lights. The so-called midnight snack and family banquet in the front hall of the intermediate courtyard has come to an end.

In the dim light, the maids who came over changed the candlestick lights. The mottled and messy table was a boy named Zhao Hongyin yawned and pecked his head. Then he was taken away by two maids and still didn't wake up.

The candlelight shone brightly, and the three of them stopped their wine glasses during the meal. The old man, who was nearly 50 years old, thanked him again.

"I sincerely thank you for your kind words in front of King Liang. When I have a job, I will hold a banquet in the mansion and ask the mansion to pass by."

Zhao Jing was also considered honest. When he was the governor of Zhuozhou, he spent a lot of money on the way to Luoyang. When he arrived here, he gave Zhao Hongjun some to deal with him. The only thing left was enough for the family to spend in the mansion, so he came up with what he said just now.

Geng Qing was polite and took the gift. It was nothing else. He should have received it, so he didn't have to be so humble.

In the subsequent conversation, I also asked about the north, such as Li Keyong, who had heard of Li Cunxiao's name. After all, the war is ever-changing, so there is nothing wrong with paying attention to it in advance.

Zhao Jing thought about it over there and had heard some rumors.

"The Li Cunxiao mentioned by Shangshu Ling is one of the adopted sons of King Jin, right? Jing heard a little about it in the north, but the King of Jin attacked Youzhou, and Li Cunxiao did not come, but fought in Yunzhou with Helianduo, the governor of Tuyuhun, and was as powerful as a bamboo shoot. On the other side of Youzhou, when Jing went south to Luoyang, the King of Jin had almost captured the entire territory. The generals under Li Kuanwei surrendered and died. In addition to Yunzhou, Datong and other places, the power of King Jin was extraordinary..."

Zhao Jing said what he knew without reservation. Geng Qing listened quietly, occasionally clinking cups with Zhao Hongjun. The matter of going to the north had a rough outline in his mind. On the side of Cunxiao, he gradually became worried that he had gained a foothold in Zhu Wen, and he would probably be suspicious of Li Keyong.

‘I can only hope that Guan Xiao can be more careful.’

Thinking of it, after talking to the two of them for a while, he said goodbye and left, returned to the mansion and fell asleep in a drowsy way. He wandered around Luoyang for the next few days, followed Zhao Hongjun to meet celebrities and scholars, or had a good relationship with some officials in the city.

On the fourth day of arrival, the former emperor Li Ye was in funeral. The team was in a vast army. They left the west gate and traveled more than ten miles to be buried in the imperial tomb. After all the cumbersome sacrifices, the team entered Luoyang from the east gate. It was already noon after that.

Geng Qing followed along the way, feeling sore and painful. Finally, he stopped in the palace. When he saw Empress He, he said a few words of comfort, and followed Zhu Wen to the court to discuss the establishment of a new king with all the civil and military officials.

"King Liang, it has never been advisable to depose the eldest son and establish the young man. The prince is not a big mistake. How can he be abolished? Although the Nine King Li Qi is smart, he is too young and has no experience in the government. I wish I would disagree!"

"There are some kings who are the kings, and I want to establish him. What should I do?"

"you!"

"What am I? I am the same as the late emperor, how can there be a difference between the old and the young? Don't you see that there are also the second among the late emperors who become emperors?"

It is not difficult to metaphor for the "second son" in Zhu Wen's mouth. The opposing court officials glared at the eyes, but couldn't say anything, and they were so anxious that they stomped their feet hard.

‘It’s really ignorant…’ Geng Qing has never been interested in this kind of childlike dispute. He took his ears and turned his face to one side, and gradually became so ecstatic that he thought about other things.

......

The quarrels in the court continued. In the midst of the noisy, the Neihu, the imperial city located in the northeast of the palace, was called Jiuqu.

A teenager sat in the gazebo by the lake, watching the shimmering waves flashing in his eyes, holding the cup in his hand, and putting the stone table without any odor.

The death of his father was a bit of a big blow to him. Seeing his mother sad day and night, it was even more heartbreaking. He was no longer young and could figure out many things without listening to others' remarks, especially the assassination of his father, which probably had some outlines.

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

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

He showed a wink at the figures beside him.

The few people nodded together and speeded up.
Chapter completed!