Chapter 280 The empress summons
Li Mansion.
Compared to the lively and bustling Arena Square, the Xiangguo Mansion located in the "residential area" of the powerful in the north of the city has a quiet atmosphere.
Because the prime minister is old and doesn't like to make noise.
The servants in the mansion tried their best to walk softly when walking, sitting or lying down.
Since he did not go to court today, officials at all levels in the Yamen watched the fighting. Li Yanfu also did not go to the Yamen.
"Xi Lulu." Outside the house, before the coachman could stop his car, "Xiao Ge Lao", a man in his forties and with a high nose, got out of the car and hurried into the gate.
After bypassing the screen, he arrived outside the study courtyard amid the salutes of servants along the way.
Li Yinglong took a deep breath, stepped lightly, straightened his appearance, and then knocked on the door painted with red paint.
"Father, my son is back."
Li Yinglong stepped into the threshold and bowed to Li Yanfu, who was sitting upright behind a large desk, flipping through a letter.
Li Yanfu was wearing loose casual clothes today, his feet barefooted on the soft tribute carpet from the Western Regions.
His back was slightly stooped and he slowly raised his head. The fierce old man with gray beard all over his cheeks nodded with satisfaction:
"What was the result of the battle? Did Shenlong Temple win?"
Li Yinglong shook his head.
"Is the Tianshi Mansion actually better?" The high-ranking Prime Minister Yu was slightly surprised.
Li Yinglong shook his head again. Under his father's confused gaze, his tone was slumped, almost gritting his teeth:
"That Zhao Duan won!"
Then, the old general of Xiaoge went through the battle and recounted it in detail.
There was a moment of silence in the study.
Li Yanfu was startled. His old and cloudy eyes were filled with surprise at first, then deep thought, and finally nodded slowly:
"I understand, get out of here."
Li Yinglong was stunned for a moment, his tone was urgent, and he stepped forward: "Father, the man named Zhao is getting more and more popular. If he doesn't deal with it, he will become a serious problem..."
"I told you to get out."
"……yes."
Li Yinglong's face was distorted, he stamped his feet, sighed deeply, and turned away.
After the people left, Li Yanfu stood up slowly, walked to a corner of the room with bare feet with bulging veins and gray nails.
Because it was cold and rainy, the servants were brought in early to keep warm the newly wet charcoal basin.
Li Yanfu held in his hand the "letter for help" that had been sent to Beijing from outside the capital not long ago, and threw it away.
The letter and the envelope fell into the charcoal basin with a bang, and were quickly engulfed by a burst of fire, burning and twisting. In the flames, only a vague glimpse could be seen:
"Taicang", "Yin", "Xiangguo"... ...and other words.
In the study, an old man sighed vaguely:
“It’s been a troubled year...”
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Imperial prison, Jiazi prison.
"What's the noise about?"
A jailer, carrying a saber, followed the sound of banging on the door, arrived at the door of a cell, and shouted angrily.
In the cell, Chai Keqiao, whose hands and feet were bound with chains, sat cross-legged on the cold ground.
He did not wear the prison uniform of an ordinary prisoner. He was still wearing the tattered linen clothes and straw sandals. His wheat-colored skin was a bit whiter. He smiled and put down the hand that was tapping the cell door and said:
"I decided to go out."
Having served in Zhao Yamen for twenty years, the old soldier who was used to meeting countless big shots said "Yo ha" and said: "I kicked you out before, but you didn't even leave. Now, are you thinking about it? Are you not afraid to go out and give people to others?" Knock on you?"
Chai Keqiao smiled a little shyly and said:
"I just heard the bell ringing for the end of the fight, so it's time to go out."
The jailer said nothing, opened the cell door, lifted Chai Keqiao out, and said:
"Be a good person after you go out, and if you dare to provoke people in the Yamen...especially Zhao Jisi, you won't be treated so well next time."
"I know, I know."
Chai Keqiao spoke in a low voice, with a smile on his face. He didn't show the slightest hint of provoking the masters of the imperial court. Instead, he looked like a down-and-out young master.
Russian qing.
When Chai Keqiao finished the "procedures" and got his ax back, he was about to go out.
It happened that Jin Yi came over and talked with his colleagues in the prison about important matters in the battle of law.
Jin Yi was quite excited, and her eyes were dancing with joy as she described it. When she finished speaking, she turned around and suddenly saw a figure behind her.
"You said that Zhao Duan borrowed the Tai'a sword and defeated Tianhai?" Chai Keqiao's eyes were burning.
"yes……"
There was silence.
As if digesting this incredible news.
After a while, Chai Keqiao looked dejected and disappointed. He walked out in despair, shaking his head:
"It's a loss, it's a big loss..."
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at the same time.
As the crowd watching the battle dispersed, they left.
The stories about the fighting skills also quickly jumped up the topic list in the capital, becoming a hotly discussed topic in the streets, restaurants and tea shops.
"Zhao Du'an? Is that the legendary 'King of Hell Zhao'? He is actually a worshiper in the imperial city? Isn't the worshiper a eunuch? Could it be..."
"Bah, what kind of eunuch can a saint choose? Oh, I'm really envious. With the support of a saint, he can become famous all over the world easily."
"Haha, does Mr. Zhao care about his reputation? Maybe he wishes he was less famous."
"Who said before that King Zhao of Hell would only rely on power? Shenzhang Warrior is amazing. He is more powerful than the young monk from Shenlong Temple and the disciples of Master Zhang..."
"No, Zhao Yan Wang is strong, but he is still far behind the two companies. He can win. Let me tell you in detail..."
People were talking a lot.
If we say that before this, most of Zhao Yan Wang's reputation was limited to the vicinity of the capital.
But this time, following the words of these Jianghu people, it will spread throughout the nine realms and eighteen mansions.
As for his ability to hold the Tai'a sword, it did not arouse much suspicion, and people subconsciously attributed it to "the empress' arrangement." "Zhao Duan...has reached the divine chapter realm..."
In a wine shop, the actor Wu Ling, who deliberately looked ugly, was stunned and clenched and unclenched his fists.
A few months ago, the other party was still a low-grade mortal, but now he has become a climate...
"Taifu Zhuang is confused, why didn't he kill him before..."
Wu Ling felt sad for the umpteenth time in her heart.
Suddenly, a middle-aged man stepped into the wine shop and sat familiarly on the table behind him, back to back.
Starting from the routine news transmission within Kuangfu Society, Wu Ling couldn't help but talk about Zhao Duan.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and then said:
"I have rushed the news of the fight back to the main forum. I believe that Master Zhuang will make a decision."
You said the same thing a few days ago when you sent back the news of the downfall of Governor Wang of the Privy Council... Wu Ling cursed in his heart.
In less than half a year, instead of losing the support of the people, the pseudo-emperor saw his throne becoming more and more stable.
Wu Ling said goodbye to her boss and walked out of the restaurant silently.
On the way back to Bafang Theater, when passing near Shenlong Temple, I suddenly saw a mighty group of armored imperial guards marching towards the temple.
The leader turned out to be the female prime minister in the palace, Mo Zhaorong.
Wu Ling was stunned for a moment and vaguely guessed the reason.
Suddenly I felt that the future of mixed societies was a bit bleak.
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The other side.
Metropolitan Procuratorate.
Yuan Li returned to the Yamen by car. Before his buttocks were still hot from sitting, he saw a censor hurriedly asking for an audience: "Mr. Yuan, the Yamen has received a letter of accusation. It is of great importance. Please read it."
Report letter?
Yuan Li raised his eyebrows and did not dare to delay. The report letter handed to him must not be simple.
The envelope has been opened. Da Qingyi took out the letter and looked at it intently:
"Taicang Silver Mine..."
After a while, Yuan Qingyi looked calm and resisted the urge to enter the palace immediately.
At this time, His Majesty will definitely meet Zhao Duan.
The matter at hand is not yet urgent.
"Wait a little longer..."
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The palace, in a certain room.
"Wow!"
Zhao Duan pulled out his two well-proportioned muscular arms from the tub and slapped them on the edge of the wet barrel.
He sat relaxedly in the medicinal soup, feeling the stinging pain from the wound on his chest and the itching sensation of the slowly healing and growing granulation, and he couldn't help but let out a soft hum of comfort.
"Cool--"
The doors and windows of the room were closed, and the furnishings were simple. Only the large bathtub occupied the space. There was a screen in front of it, and the clothes he had taken off were hung on it.
After the fight, Zhao Duan was immediately sent to the palace.
He originally thought that the empress would summon him quickly, but she did not. Instead, an imperial doctor rushed over first to examine his injuries.
He also prescribed a bunch of precious medicinal materials to be taken internally and externally for treatment.
It was so loud that Zhao Duan once thought he was going to die...
But in fact, in a fight, the wounds caused by "Buddha's Light" breaking through the defense are not serious.
He estimated that he would be basically recovered within a week.
What really made him unsteady and depressed was that his energy was drained.
However, after meditating and absorbing the power of the medicine, his dried up sea of qi has been replenished. Although his whole body is still a little weak, it is no longer a serious problem.
Falling into thinking at the moment:
"Phew, it's fun to show off for a while, but then the crematorium... think about how to deal with the next trouble."
"Well, although I am exhausted, after this experience, I can feel that my somewhat vain mood has stabilized... It means that I made the right bet. I will fight someone head-on for once, and I will be reckless without hiding. , is in line with the warrior's state of mind...
However, if you can't do it yourself in the future, you still have to avoid doing it yourself... There is no need to take it hard. "
"After this incident, my reputation will definitely expand. In the eyes of Kuang Fu She's rebellious party, and even in the eyes of political enemies such as the "Lee Party" in North Korea and China, the desire to kill me will be stronger, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, whether I am strong or not, the enemy will not care. Will you let me go..."
Well, the main theme is that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.
"But the attitude of Shenlong Temple is a bit interesting... abnormal, and the debate was obviously in conflict with the old bald donkey at that time... Tsk, is it related to the power struggle within Buddhism? I wonder how the court will deal with it...
Those who rebel against the party and the Eight Kings definitely hope to start a fight, intensify the conflict, and reap the benefits...
Well, but Yuan Li's old Yinbi is here, he should think of this... Bah, it's already this time, I still think about the court, think about myself first! "
Zhao Duan sighed and looked at Tai'a Jian, who was motionless beside the screen, and suddenly felt dizzy.
"How to explain? I can control this thing?"
Obviously, it was not easy to fool him this time. He could only reveal certain secrets in exchange for Zhenbao's trust.
However, it is a risk and an opportunity.
If you can catch it, you might be able to push the relationship between the monarch and his ministers a step further.
As I was running around with random thoughts, there was a knock on the door, and then the palace maid's voice:
"Master Zhao, Your Majesty wants to see you."
What can't be avoided is finally here...
Zhao Duan sighed and stepped out of the tub:
"Coming."
Thanks to Li Shipu for the 500-point reward and Mercury’s Masked Man 100-point support.
(End of this chapter)