The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 232 Luoyang's Secret Plot, Guo Jing's Fury

At the same time, in a mansion in Luoyang City, there are small houses and alleys all around, which is very hidden, but inside the house is a different world. The floor is covered with precious Persian carpets, there is a faint fragrance from animal-shaped incense burners, and there are all kinds of gold, stone, pearl and jade decorations on the shelves, all of which are exquisite.

In the room, several figures sat together with solemn expressions and a solemn atmosphere.

An old man sat in the main seat, his hair was gray and meticulously groomed, his clothes were embroidered with delicate patterns, and his eyebrows were full of nobility. "Now that the Jin Dynasty has been destroyed, we should also think about the future."

"That's right. Each of our families has made great contributions to Lord Guo. Without us, how could he have come this far?" The middle-aged man in the west seat, wearing a purple robe, with triangular eyes and a mean face, sneered.

"The Song Dynasty in the south is a dead body in a tomb. It will be destroyed by us sooner or later. By then, the world will be unified, and we will all be meritorious ministers. It's just that..." Having said this, he smiled pretentiously and said no more.

"Just what?"

The middle-aged man's eyes swept over their faces one by one, "However, the world is unified, and the orthodoxy of the Han family cannot be tarnished by foreign races. Lord Guo is a man of great stature and beauty, and he would be better off marrying a Han woman. But now that the two legitimate sons of the Lord have barbarian blood, I'm afraid they can't be entrusted with important tasks."

The meaning is very clear. He wants to expand the political voice of the major families. In the past, Mongolia was powerful and Guo Jing was not very powerful. Now, Guo Jing has grown stronger and it is time for them to demand political rewards.

It was almost as if he wanted Hua Zheng to give up her position as the main wife and let a woman from another family become the future queen. Similarly, children with foreign blood could not inherit the throne, and their mother's family had to be at least Han.

The old man's eyes flickered and he shook his head. "It's difficult. Mongolia is powerful and Genghis Khan is a man of great talent. It's not that easy to sweep across the Western Regions."

The middle-aged man with triangular eyes took a sip of tea and said, "It is definitely difficult to deal with the adults, but the two legitimate sons are still in Luoyang. There are many things that can be done here..."

Someone nearby twitched his face, thinking of the powerful people whose property was confiscated and their clans were exterminated by Guo Jing, and shook his head like a rattle, "Are you crazy? If he finds out, we're all done for. Guo Jing is not a kind person. How can we easily fool the founding monarch?"

"If he were in Luoyang, I would not dare to make any move. But now, he is not here. The opportunity is rare and will never come again. Are you willing to just get such a small benefit in front of you? If you become a royal relative, you will also be remembered in history."

"No, besides Princess Huazheng, Lord Guo also has a concubine, so it won't be our turn then." One person said.
"Everyone, Madam Huang doesn't have a son. She is different from Princess Huazheng. She has no family support. That tutor is just an old man. How can he be worthy of the title of queen? When the time comes, we will naturally have a way."

The old man on the main seat stared at him indifferently, "It's easy to say, the Marquis's Mansion is heavily guarded, how can you attack them?"

The middle-aged man shook his head. "This requires everyone's efforts. I just ask, are you willing to take a chance?"

Seeing him say this, everyone's expressions relaxed and their worries faded a lot. Then, someone said goodbye, "I just want to say that you are really crazy. If this thing fails, the whole family will be robbed. I am not interested in playing with you!"

After a while, most of the people in the room had left, leaving only three figures.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man with triangular eyes was not angry. He snorted coldly, "Humph, a short-sighted person will never accomplish anything great! Now there are only three of us left. I have an idea of ​​how to make this happen. Now it depends on when Lord Guo will turn against Mongolia!"

In their speculation, Guo Jing would sooner or later fall out with the Mongols, and Princess Huazheng's position would become extremely embarrassing by then. That would be their chance, and now their target was only Princess Huazheng's two legitimate sons. Otherwise, once Guo Jing confirmed his successor, it would be difficult to move against them.

The old man was from the famous Wang family in Guanzhong. They were once prominent in the Tang Dynasty. Although they are weak now, their influence is not small. "There are many people here today. What if someone informs Guo Jing? What should we do?"

After all, their appetites were too big and what Guo Jing gave them was not enough.

It is difficult for them to intervene in the army. The wealthy families have lost their voice in the army. There are only middle-level generals. Those senior top generals are either from Hebei or Shandong. The senior generals in Jiangnan, Sanjin and Guanzhong are all from humble backgrounds. In other words, Guo Jing is consciously suppressing their power.

However, in the marquisate system, they could not get the position of Taifu, the position of Changshi was occupied by the Pei family, and the allocation of military officers and other key positions was scattered, with checks and balances on each other, so that everyone benefited equally and no one could gain the upper hand.

In particular, the official selection system and the government schools complemented each other, greatly compressing their advantages. Although the wealthy families could implement elite education, the number of children from poor families was too large, and the probability of producing a genius was higher.

As Guo Jing conquered the Jin Dynasty and gradually gained control of real power, he borrowed the taxation system of the Song Dynasty and held economic power in his hands. In other words, he could basically ignore these people and support the government soldiers and the new noble class.

This time, they felt a strong sense of crisis. They could not control the economic lifeline and could not have enough say in political affairs. In addition, the weakening of the military power forced them to increase the weight.

It has to be said that their sense of crisis is correct. Sooner or later, Guo Jing will have to take action against these powerful families, or at least break them up. After all, they occupy too much land.

The imperial power did not extend to the countryside, but that did not mean it could not discipline the local tyrants, especially a new regime.

……

"Master, the eldest son is not feeling well. Madam, please go and see him."

Huang Yaoshi was handling government affairs in his room when a eunuch suddenly came to report. He was moved, "The eldest master is ill, why would Rong'er let me, an outsider, go?"

"When did the eldest master feel unwell? Did he call a doctor?"

The eunuch lowered his head and dared not say anything more, "I have already called a doctor, but the doctor..."

At this moment, Huang Yaoshi realized the seriousness of the situation and immediately stood up, "Lead the way!"

In the backyard of the marquis's mansion stood several doctors carrying medicine boxes. They were all famous physicians in Luoyang City, but they frowned and dared not speak.

Huang Yaoshi arrived and looked at the people in the yard, frowning, "All of you leave!" He was a frequent visitor to the marquis's mansion, and Guo Jing respected him very much. In addition, he was Huang Rong's father. The maids looked at each other and left with the doctors.

When he walked into the room, he smelled the strong smell of medicine in the air. Huang Rong was standing in front of the bed, frowning, "Rong'er, what's wrong with Ping'er?"

Huang Rong's pretty face was filled with worry. "Dad, the doctor said it was typhoid fever. I gave him Nine Flower Jade Dew Pills, but this medicine can only relieve the symptoms, not cure them."

"Typhoid fever? He has been practicing martial arts since he was young and has already acquired some internal strength. How could he have caught typhoid fever?" Huang Yaoshi was very surprised.

"Ping'er has been training in the military camp these days. There was no one to serve him, and he took cold showers. He accidentally caught a high fever. He didn't seek medical treatment, and it eventually turned into typhoid fever." Huang Rong asked the people in the military camp, and everyone said the same thing, so she could only believe it for the time being.

Typhoid fever was very difficult to treat in ancient times, even for wealthy people. If it wasn't cured, it could be fatal. So Huang Rong asked Huang Yaoshi to find a solution.

Huang Yaoshi stepped forward to check Guo Chengping's pulse. Seeing the young man's pale face, he said, "I will use my internal energy to drive away the cold for him first. We can talk about the rest later."

He then came to the couch, put his hands behind Guo Chengping's back, and used his internal energy to drive away the cold for him.

Soon, wisps of white mist rose from the top of his head, and Guo Chengping's immature face was covered with sweat. A quarter of an hour later, Huang Yaoshi stood up.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Huang Yaoshi shook his head. "I feel a chill in his body that lingers for a long time, lingering in his heart and lungs. It is very difficult to get rid of. If he had his father's talent and had achieved some success in internal energy, this chill would not have been able to hurt him."

"Now, we can only use medicine to remove the disease bit by bit. His power is too weak. If we use it forcefully, it will easily damage his meridians. This is not just ordinary cold."

"Dad, what are you saying?" Huang Rong's heart skipped a beat and her face changed drastically. Those people could never have imagined that Huang Yaoshi was not only an old man who was familiar with government affairs, but also a well-known Huang Yaoshi in the martial arts world, proficient in medical skills and with a deep foundation in internal strength. These tricks might be able to deceive doctors, but not him.

Huang Yaoshi did not answer, but changed the subject, "You should take good care of him these days, and the Second Young Master as well. Jing'er will be back soon, and with him around, everything will be easy."

……

After returning from the desert, Guo Jing headed south from Youyan, and Mu Huali also traveled with him.

Many matters in the north needed to be handed over, so he could not stay in the grassland for the time being, so they came back together. The two parted in Daming Prefecture, and Guo Jing led his men to Henan and returned to Luoyang.

Ten miles outside Luoyang City, Huang Yaoshi led a group of officials and generals out of the city to welcome them with great fanfare.

"Boom!"

The sound of horse hooves raised up clouds of dust, and Guo Jing rode his little red horse slowly towards them.

Civil and military officials bowed one after another and saluted, "Welcome back, Lord Marquis!" Only Huang Yaoshi stood upright, standing proudly against the wind.

"Everyone, get up." Guo Jing got off the little red horse, threw the horse to the personal soldier behind him, and came in front of the crowd. However, when he glanced at everyone, he did not see the figures of his two sons, and he felt a little confused.

After a while, Guo Jing boarded the carriage and returned to the city with the officials.

As soon as he returned to the Marquis' Mansion, he was shocked by a piece of news. "What? Ping'er was attacked by someone?"

In an instant, the air in the room seemed to freeze. Guo Jing had a stern face, and under his thick eyebrows were a pair of dull eyes. He just stared at Huang Rong quietly, "Rong'er, what's going on?" His voice was dull, and no emotion could be heard.

Huang Rong had never seen such an expression on Guo Jing. She felt a tremendous pressure coming over her, which frightened her so much that her face turned pale and her heart was in her throat. Then she repeated exactly what had happened before.

However, Guo Jing asked, "Father-in-law is proficient in medicine, but can't he cure Ping'er?"

"Daddy can cure it, but it will hurt Ping'er. We can only remove it slowly, and can't use strong medicine."

Guo Jing's expression eased a little. "It seems that as soon as I left, all kinds of monsters and demons jumped out. You are right. It is a good strategy to lure them but not to strike. Is An'er okay?"

Huang Rong's pale forehead was covered with sweat. "It's okay. As soon as Ping'er got into trouble, I asked An'er to come back. He is at home now."

Almost in the blink of an eye, Guo Jing had a plan to deal with it. "First, thoroughly check the mansion. Anyone whose identity is questionable will be strictly guarded. In addition, post a list and seek medical treatment."

"it is good."

"I'll go see Ping'er first."

On the bed, Guo Chengping lay in his quilt. It was just the beginning of autumn, but there was charcoal burning in the room, making it very hot. He was covered with a thick quilt, and the boy's handsome face looked very pale.

With a creaky sound, the door opened and Guo Jing walked into the room and came to the bedside. He directly grabbed the arm to feel the pulse and probed into the inner energy. He found that it was exactly the same as what Huang Yaoshi said, and he felt relieved a little.

He lifted Guo Chengping up and tried to use his inner Qi to drive away the cold for him. However, even though his skills had reached the level of the Five Supremes, he was still unable to easily expel the coldness lingering in the child's body. He could only warm his chest and lungs to prevent the coldness from penetrating into his bones and invading his internal organs.

"Where on earth does this chill come from?" Noticing this situation, Guo Jing frowned, puzzled.

Ordinary typhoid fever could never cause such symptoms, it could only be man-made. Thinking of this, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, "If I find out who did this, I'll make sure you guys pay!"

It seems that I can only ask the teacher for help.

No matter what, we must cure Ping'er first and talk about other things later.

……

"Teacher, Guo Jing wants to see you!"

"Come in!"

The autumn breeze was blowing gently. Su Ming was lying under a tree reading comfortably. Sha Gu was also reading there quietly, which was very different from before.

He glanced at her and asked directly, "Jing'er, you seem to be worried. Is this trip not going well?"

Guo Jing bowed respectfully and said, "Teacher, the trip to the grassland went more smoothly than I thought, but Ping'er got into trouble."

Su Ming raised his eyebrows, "It seems to have happened in the past few days. Is the problem serious?"

"Yes, someone has done something to him secretly. A chill has taken possession of his body. If it is not driven away, I'm afraid he will hardly live past the age of forty."

chill?

The familiar words reminded Su Ming of Zhang Wuji's experience. However, the Taoist Baisun was born a hundred years later. How could he be born now? Now, he became interested.

He put down the book and stood up. "Come on, take me to have a look."

"Thank you for your help, teacher."

Su Ming nodded, "No problem."

After a while, the two came to the backyard. As soon as he entered the door, he felt a heat wave. He was immune to cold and heat, so this temperature was nothing.

Lying on the sickbed, Guo Chengping's face was pale and his lips were bloodless, looking like he had typhoid fever.

"Help him up, and you protect me!"

Guo Jing stepped forward and helped Guo Chengping up, then left the room and stood guard at the door.

Su Ming stepped forward and stretched out his hand to probe. As expected, a chill lingered in his body for a long time. "This person has such a pure internal energy!"

(End of this chapter)