Chapter 121 Killing Game
Xu Zhenguan shook his head.
With her cultivation level, she is still far from the human-immortal realm where "everything you say must be known".
Therefore, the empress, who was working overtime in the imperial study, did not know that her silent arrangements were now known to Zhao Duan.
"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door suddenly. Xu Zhenguan simply put down his pen and said:
"Enter."
The door creaked open, and Mo Zhaorong, wearing a female official's robe and wingless black gauze, walked in and reported:
"Your Majesty, something happened in Dali Temple."
"Oh?" Xu Zhenguan raised her slender eyebrows: "Say."
Mochou briefly described the process.
Rarely, the incident did not "add fuel to the fire" because it involved Zhao Duan.
"So, Zhao Duan went to arrest someone, but the minister of Dali Temple refused, so Ma Yan came forward and forcibly detained him?" the empress asked in conclusion.
"yes."
"Well, I understand."
"...Your Majesty, I'm afraid the Minister of Dali Temple will not give up in the morning tomorrow morning," Mochou calmly analyzed:
"Xia Jianghou is nothing, but the conflict involving the Three Law Departments and the Imperial Court, if not handled well, will eventually..."
Xu Zhenguan said lightly:
"I have already considered it and will give them an answer."
Don't worry.
She found that the female emperor in front of her had become more and more powerful recently. She was no longer as cautious when facing courtiers as before, but had more of an emperor's decisiveness.
This change probably occurred after "Pei Kaizhi" was abolished.
In this landmark event, it seems that only one minister was changed.
But in fact, it means that the empress' control over the court has reached a new level.
Mochou was a little happy for her.
In the two years since she ascended the throne, she has watched with her own eyes how the "Three Princesses" took back the power of the emperor step by step.
Although there is still a long way to go before he can truly and completely control the court, this is already a gratifying trend.
"Yes. This slave is backing off." Mochou saluted and turned to leave.
Xu Zhenguan held the sapphire dragon penholder and suddenly smiled curiously: "It's rare that you didn't say anything bad about him this time."
"He" obviously refers to Zhao Duan.
Don't worry.
Involuntarily, she thought of the complaint she made plausibly a few days ago, saying that Zhao Duan was messing around in Zhaoya and trying to show his authority, but was slapped in the face at the speed of light.
This disastrous defeat greatly weakened the "female prime minister" and caused him to rest for two whole days.
Learn the lessons and decide not to make the same mistakes again.
But she didn't want to be ridiculed by the empress, and felt embarrassed and embarrassed for a moment. She was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Your Majesty should also remind Mr. Zhao to pay attention to such a title as 'Lao Xu'. Just talk about it in private." , but it’s really inappropriate for the maid below to hear it.”
After saying that, she said goodbye and disappeared out the door.
Only the empress in white was left holding the sapphire penholder, sitting behind the desk, confusion gradually appeared on her fairy-like face:
"Old...Xu?"
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Zhao Duan said goodbye to Ma Yan and walked out of the Governor's Hall, feeling a little warm in his heart.
He never thought that all this was arranged by the empress.
"No wonder, the ruthless and cheap senior brother agreed so simply, and he didn't worry about the Dali Temple Minister at all. It turned out that Zhen Bao's instructions had been given behind his back..."
"Let me tell you, when did my licking skills become so good? Lao Ma is so good this time... everything makes sense."
After clearing up his doubts, Zhao Duan felt relieved and his steps were a little brisk.
Even when he was at Dali Temple, he looked like he had everything under control.
But in fact, it is really difficult for him, a small prosecutor, to provoke a fight between two yamen.
But after Ma Yan confessed, he didn't need to worry about the follow-up matters.
"Just wait until tomorrow morning to see the dust settle."
Zhao Duan called the coachman Xiao Wang and drove home at night, saying: "I'm going to the palace tomorrow. I'll probably arrive at the end of the court. You can pick me up at the next time."
After all, it was because of him that Zhao Duan didn't feel at ease if he didn't go and see it with his own eyes.
Especially... there is Princess Yunyang. I don’t know what the empress will do with her.
After all, it was an aunt-niece relationship. Zhao Duan felt a headache when he thought about it.
"oh oh."
The coachman, Xiao Wang, responded without asking any questions, and the carriage drove through the streets.
Neither of them noticed that at the entrance of a dark alley in the distance, several people wearing gray robes slowly walked out and watched the carriage go away.
These people were all covered with veils, and the leader of the group had an indigo ghost mask on his face.
Astonishingly, it was Kuangfu Society who sent him to the capital to replace Zhuang Xiaocheng as the "sub-rudder".
"Helmsman, are you just going to let him go?"
One person asked in a low voice, somewhat ready to make a move.
The sub-rudder, who was covered in a grimace mask, slowly shook his head:
"Wait a minute. It's an unexpected surprise that the conflict between the imperial office and Dali Temple started so quickly.
Don't forget our purpose. Compared with killing a pretty boy, shaking the court, and weakening the puppet emperor's control over Dayu, it is the most important thing.
If you kill this person at this time, it will only increase the variables, which will cause Dali Temple to lose its hatred target and weaken the hostility between the two parties.
It will even make everyone in the court share the same hatred... but it is not beautiful.
He's just a pretty boy. It would be safer to let him live for one more day until the morning court meeting tomorrow, when the two yamen face each other in the Jinluan Hall, then kill him. "
The other members of the Kuangfu Society were immediately impressed and impressed by the wisdom of the sub-rudder: "The helmsman is far-sighted and we will achieve great things."
Then, a group of people disappeared deep into the dark alley.
After they left, just opposite the entrance of the alley, on a large willow tree that was hundreds of years old, the air was quietly distorted.
A figure of a petite girl emerged:
Wearing a black warlock robe with the "Tianshi Mansion" emblem embroidered on it, she has a mysterious temperament, her eyes are divergent, and she looks a little dazed.
Jin Jian sat silently on the branch of the big willow tree, with a thoughtful look on his face.
After a while, she did not act rashly after all.
It just turned into a puff of starlight and sped towards the Tianshi Mansion.
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Russian qing.
Jin Jian once again came to the depths of Tianshi Mansion, outside the quiet, single-family courtyard.
Pushing open the courtyard door, you can see the swaying green branches of the huge and dense banyan tree, emitting brilliant light, illuminating the entire courtyard.
under the tree.
Zhang Yan sat on the ground, using the sky as a quilt and the ground as a bed, as if he was distracted.
In front of the Heavenly Master, on the low table was a green jade bamboo slip spread out casually, with a carving knife thrown next to it.
The extremely precious "Book of Heaven", which had been passed down for thousands of years and continuously modified by generations of heavenly masters, suddenly had a considerable number of words erased and new sentences engraved on it.
"Huh? Master, you are studying again."
Jin Jian was stunned for a moment and walked over curiously.
Seeing that the master didn't seem to hear, he ignored him at all, as if his mind was wandering in the sky, leaving only a body behind.
She squatted down, stretched her neck, looked at the bamboo slip called "Book of Heaven", and read in a low voice:
"Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, heaven follows the Tao, and the Tao follows...nature?"
Jin Jian murmured in confusion: "What does Taoism naturally mean?"
Zhang Yanyi suddenly spoke: "Master, I'm thinking about it too."
scare!
Jin Jian was startled and her eyes widened:
"Master, you are not wandering in your mind."
"Yeah. Just thinking about something."
"Hmm...are these new sentences said by your 'little friend' again?"
"Yes. When I first heard it, my teacher was amazed and happy to see it, but I was not doubtful at all. But when I came back to study, I was confused."
Zhang Yanyi looked at the night sky and said: "Writing is the best way to think. Before writing appeared, the ancient sages also used dialogue to think. There are many confusions in the world. You think you understand, but when you put it into writing , Only when you resort to talking can you realize that you don’t understand.”
Jin Jian was confused when he heard this, and said frankly:
"Disciple doesn't understand."
Zhang Yan looked away, smiled, raised his hand and touched Jin Jian's head, and said:
"It teaches you to write more and think more."
Writing a book or something is boring... Jin Jian murmured and asked curiously: "Is there something you don't understand, Master?"
"That's a lot," Zhang Yanyi smiled gently:
"When I became a teacher, I thought I understood the word 'Tao' when I was ten years old. I realized I didn't understand it when I was twenty years old. I thought I understood it when I was thirty years old, but when I was forty years old, I realized that I didn't understand it at all. ...and the cycle repeats.
About sixty years ago, my teacher thoroughly read this book, and I thought I had no more doubts.
In the next sixty years, there was no new understanding, but today, I was shocked to realize that the word "Tao" that I had seen through in the past had become unfamiliar again. "
However, there was no disappointment or frustration on the face of the Heavenly Master, instead it was as rosy and full of yearning as that of a child.
What he didn't say was that he had just interacted with the way of heaven and had a vague premonition:
When he completely overturned the "Book of Heaven" in his hand and rebuilt it.
The day when the "New Heavenly Book" was finalized.
It was when he took a step further in his cultivation of the Way of Heaven.
And all this depends on the young man named Zhao... The old master is a little distracted.
I thought to myself, how could a mortal warrior come up with wonderful words every time?
Has there ever been such a figure in history?
After thinking about it, only Taizu Taizu of Dayu six hundred years ago is somewhat similar.
"Well, by the way, why did you come to see me again?" Zhang Yan came to his senses.
Jin Jian was reminded and then remembered the purpose of his visit.
She hurriedly recounted the "new things" she had just seen, and finally said: "Master, those rebels seem to want to deal with Zhao Duan, the messenger from the White Horse Prison. The disciple wants to help him."
There is an unwritten rule in the Tianshi Mansion, which is not to interfere in temple battles.
If the imperial court comes to ask for help, it can help depending on the situation.
However, the Tianshi Mansion will not take the initiative to intervene in the dispute. Even if it discovers the rebels, it will just treat them as if they didn't see it.
It is precisely because of adhering to this rule and having strong confidence that the Tianshi Mansion can stand for thousands of years and watch the replacement of imperial power from generation to generation without moving.
"Oh, is that so?" Zhang Yanyi was not surprised, smiled and said:
"Then go ahead. Just in time, I have one more thing to tell you. Do you want to take the 'Edict Talisman' that my master gave you for self-defense with you?"
Jin Jian nodded seriously and patted his belly with his little hand:
"Put it here close to your body."
Zhang Yan said:
"If anyone asks in the future, you will tell me that you gave the talisman to Zhao Duan. Do you remember it?"
Jin Jian was confused:
"But the disciple didn't give it to him. It's right here."
He patted his belly again, indicating that it was well placed against his body and had not been lost.
"...Master knows that if someone asks, just say so."
"profound."
"Don't forget."
"I know!"
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