The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 212: All Kinds of People (Part )

"Your Majesty is so powerful that he cannot kill a single traitor like Li Ye. A million people cannot get rid of Qingji, Liu Hai, and Ziling. The whole world is condemning you, and the public anger is hard to offend. The situation is changing, and I am worried that the Liang people will be affected."

"Your Majesty has acted like this. You are not fit for a ruler, nor are you the ruler of heaven. You are no longer useful. I wish to see the ministers as a king."

"An old dog who beats and scolds the king is like a chicken or a dog. He is not really a father."

"The sage's politics were cruel, and people at home and abroad were terrified. The war was getting worse, and there was no telling how many generals would step down. To abolish the foolish and establish the wise was the custom since the Three Dynasties. The generals and soldiers were willing to follow the king's power to manage the military and state, and to send the two sages to live in another palace. Han Jing, the general of the Crane Control Army, Li Sian, the governor of Bozhou, Liu Xingshi, Zhu Yourang, Shi Shucong, Wang Meng, Xiao Hao... all wanted to lead the way."

Zhu Youyu lowered his head and stared at the floor expressionlessly, as if there was some treasure there.

"Why doesn't the king speak?"

"I cannot bear this. We, the ministers, cannot serve Your Highness any longer. We will plan to return to Tang or join others."

"Since the old dog has achieved his ambition, he has relied on the size of his territory and the number of his soldiers to tyrannize all directions. He drowned someone else's wife and played political games. Your Highness is brave and good at fighting, and is kind to people and animals. He has been suspected many times and was sentenced twice. He has lost his wisdom and courage and has lost his spirit. His heart as a dictator has become more and more arrogant. He has lost the ability to make revolution. Even if the king does not follow me, I have never heard that one day the garrison soldiers will not cry, the tiger prison will not be raised, and one Diao will cause trouble and the blood of the two saints will be splashed."

Zhu Youyu remained silent, his expression like the Buddha statue in the temple.

"The emperor has not changed his virtue, and has given birth to a god, who has transformed his successor and made him brilliant. He has commanded the Tang Dynasty. The king and his ministers have become a stronghold, and with the power of a small country, the stars have returned to their positions and the earth's fortune has flourished. As for today, the princes have rushed to send letters, telling me to resign, and the ministers are trembling. If this happens again and again, how can this old dog be an enemy?"

"A real man is born in this world, how can he live under the guise of a thief for so long!"

"As long as we catch the old man, with your prestige, how can we not accomplish this?"

"Your Highness didn't say it, does that mean you tacitly agree?"

Zhu Youyu still did not make a statement.

Seeing that he would not budge, his confidants' faces suddenly darkened. They stamped their feet in anger and said fiercely, "One day he will be unjustly killed and Bianliang will be reduced to ruins. We will regret it endlessly!"

Zhu Youyu then looked up at everyone, narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "Do you all think so?"

"Your loyalty and passion are evident to all!" everyone gritted their teeth.

Zhu Youyu nodded and said thoughtfully, "The old dog still has many followers, so it's not time to be cautious. Be careful with your words and actions these days, don't get together, don't make friends, don't resign, and be respectful to your duties. When we fight in Luoyang, we will seize the opportunity and kill the old dog in the chaos. Also, keep your mouth shut."

"It should be so." Everyone responded with their hands crossed.

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"The grass on the plain withers and grows again every year. Wildfire cannot burn it all, but spring breeze will grow it again. Blown and it grows again..." In a blink of an eye, it was already February in early spring. Zhu Wen was leaning against a tree trunk, holding a fishing rod, admiring the newly renovated grass on the other side of the pond. He felt so blessed.

Zhu Youwen was sitting in the pavilion, handsome and heroic, just like Xu Gong. But at this moment, he was listless, with unshaven beard and numerous acne on his chin. Maybe the princess had been too filial to him recently, and she was exhausted. She had been paralyzed at home for two days without going out, and her hat couldn't hold her up.

The empty pupils stared blankly at the fat figure.

The princess was loyal, and Prince Bo knew it very well. The two bastards conceived as a result of adultery must have tried to kill them, but were stopped by the old villain, so they had to endure the humiliation and give birth to the evil fetuses.

Old dog!

Never die!
The murderous intent flashed in King Bo's eyes.

He tried his best to get rid of Lao Gou, but Lao Gou did not give him any chance and secretly seized all his power, almost putting him under house arrest in Bianliang, forcing him to watch the princess limping back from a bloody battle every morning, afternoon and evening.

There is no hope for the lower class to overthrow the upper class, so we can only pray that the old dog will be defeated.

Huang Chao's attack on the two capitals was so frightening that the princes once thought that the court could not recover, but in the end, he still had his head hanging at the gate of the country? Wang Chao thought that Lao Gou would be killed by his subordinates and destroyed by the saint. At that time, he would definitely throw Lao Gou's favorite concubine Shi and eldest daughter Zhu Lingya to the beastly soldiers like Yin Tielin to torture and kill them, chop them into pieces and steam them into cakes, so as to avenge his hatred.

Unfortunately, the princes were still dreaming of mediation. Li Ye won a battle in Hezhong, but he did not change the situation of being blocked west of Shanzhou and north of the Yellow River. This made King Bo extremely depressed. I heard that Li Ye was not strong enough. It seemed that there were more than 100,000 troops, but half of them were mobs. But after nearly two years of fighting, he could not cross the river and see Luoyang?
Not as good as Sukjong!
As soon as he came to power, he deployed a counterattack, and in less than a year, he defeated the rebels and forced them to flee.

Bah, even Emperor Xizong is not as good as him.

Under the control of eunuchs, with the prestige of the court plummeting, Xizong led the army of loyalists who were in appearance but not in spirit, and took back the capital in two years. He was much better than Li Ye in planning and winning battles thousands of miles away.

Incompetent! Trash! If you can't catch a Dangshan guy, what's the use of you?

Saint, good saint, come and kill me, come and capture my husband and I, the long road does not necessarily mean we are in cahoots, there are also loyal people in Bianzhou
With a sudden cry, King Bo, who was wandering in the void, finally regained his soul.

"Haha, it's hooked!" Zhu Wen swung the pole and caught a large carp that jumped up. He punched it twice, causing it to have a concussion on the head. He pressed the fish into a bamboo basket beside him and shouted, "My son Youwen! Come and roast these carps so that my father and I can have a drink and chat."

Zhu Youwen walked over as if nothing had happened, crossed his arms and said, "Yes."

"Why do father and son show such politeness?"

"First the king and his subjects, then the father and his son, so I won't be slow." Zhu Youwen squatted on the ground, picked out three carps from the basket, and went to the side to kill them with the waiter and put them on the charcoal rack. No other seasoning was added, just salt, pepper, and chopped green onions. After a little frying over the charcoal fire, the oil and fish skin were sizzling, and Zhu Wen twitched his nose and said: "In the past ten years, only Youwen's son has made food that suits my taste. He is beautiful and graceful. He is diligent and studious. He is eloquent. He is good at writing poems. He is good at managing money. He is not inferior to others in leading troops in battle. He is also self-taught in the kitchen. He is really good at everything he does."

"Your Majesty is in the prime of life, I dare not." Zhu Youwen brought the fish to the table, poured him a glass of wine, and then knelt down to sit opposite him. With his hands on his knees, his back straight, his eyes straight, he listened quietly to Zhu Wen eating and drinking and talking to himself.

"A hero's ambition should be to serve the world, not to be trapped by women."

"Especially you, I have high expectations for you. If I fail to complete my great cause, who else can take care of my affairs after my death except my son?" "I am old now, and my thoughts are only on my children and their families."

"Once we defeat the thief Li, I will build a palace in Songzhou and take the Queen back home to live out her days. The world will be handed over to you. If we lose, the position of commander will also be yours. You should work hard to become stronger and inherit my will. Don't be depressed and lose the big picture because of small things, which will give the traitors a chance to sow discord between my father and me."

Zhu Youwen was instantly filled with rage.

How could he not understand the phrase "losing the greater for the smaller"? - I have your wife for sure, and I'll give you 100 million to live a peaceful life with her. Don't interfere in my affairs with her, and don't allow us to divorce, otherwise it will be meaningless if I lose my status as my daughter-in-law.

After all, it's just the master's mission.

He openly used the throne and the position of commander to buy Zhu Youwen to be his minotaur.

The key is still the empty promise. In this day and age, if you say you will give the throne or the position of general to a son, will that son definitely become the emperor?

Zhu Youwen was so angry and humiliated that he just wanted to pick up the grilled fish on the table and slam it on Zhu Wen's head. However, he did not have the conditions to do so, so he could only be furious.

Seeing that he bowed his head and did not respond, Zhu Wen put down the cup, opened his greasy mouth and said, "My son Youwen!"

Zhu Youwen stood up and pretended to be terrified, and bowed sincerely, "How dare I not do my best, strive for self-improvement, and share my father's worries?"

Zhu Wen was cruel, shameless and suspicious. He always shouted and killed his wife, children and subordinates for trivial matters. Even his eldest son Zhu Youyu was beaten and scolded in public many times and even ordered to be executed. He also raped his son's wife. Such a weird person, even worse than Dong Zhuo and his son, how could he have a good end? It's no wonder that Zhu Yougui in later generations gritted his teeth and said, "Cut the old dog into pieces!" His intestines were gouged out. It was really his own fault.

"Get up and sit down!" Zhu Wen believed that his son understood the implication of his words and regarded Zhu Youwen's answer as an exchange of submission and recognition. His eyes immediately turned from cloudy to bright. He called Zhu Youwen to sit down, picked up the remaining carp that had not been touched, and threw it in front of Zhu Youwen like a beggar's food: "If I don't call you, you will sit still like a mountain, and you still need your father to pick it for you! While it's hot."

He thought this was a sincere gesture of favor and win-over, but in return he got the humiliation of being kicked in the crotch by Zhu Youwen's poem and the hatred of having his wife stolen from him. He flattered Zhu Wen so much that he was at least superficially happy, so he went back home on the pretext of picking out the fish meat stuck between his teeth, slapped it hard on the bedroom door, kicked it away, and shouted in a broken voice, "Zhu Wen! I swear to kill you!" as Wang Yu weakly asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm not angry, why are you angry? Bring me some water..."

He poured a bottle of hot water and smashed it on the bedside counter. Zhu Youwen tore his hair with both hands and turned around like a madman, laughing "Hahahaha".

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"It is life, not spirit. It is just one flavor of water town lead. Return to the root, restore the life gate. Go through the tailbone, connect to the Niwan..." The dim hall room filled with incense burners, Taishan stones, shrines, medicines, swords and various magic tools covered with cinnabar talisman paper was filled with words that were sometimes slow and sometimes fast.

The Queen of Heaven sat cross-legged on a cushion, and as usual, with the help of incantations, she tried to make her "body and spirit unite as one, and the yin and yang qi circulate in the inner elixir" in order to take the golden elixir.

Suddenly, Zhu Wen, who had just finished fishing, came in quietly with his hands behind his back and sat down behind the Queen Mother.

"We have been married for twelve years. I know the Queen Mother was not willing to marry, but she managed the family well after entering the house. She gave birth to children, taught painting, military affairs, and managed the internal affairs for more than ten years. I have wronged the Queen Mother. I didn't say this before. I just went to Luo to reject Li immediately. I am not sure I can come back alive this time. If I lose the war, I may inexplicably separate from the Queen Mother. Every time I think of it, my heart is like a knife."

The Queen did not move or answer.

"Luoyang was the capital of the Han, Wei and Northern Dynasties. Mountains, rivers, birds and animals, Mangshan tombs, Buddhist temples, ice hidden in the shade, and the long autumn light... The scenery is very different from Bian Song, and each has its own unique charm. Would the Queen of Heaven be willing to move there?"

The Queen Mother had taken the second golden pill, and the drug seemed to be taking effect. Her body twitched slightly, and a pair of bloodshot red claws tightly grasped the water mirror and jade ruler.

Zhu Wen was used to it, but he still subconsciously wanted to get up and hug her.

Hold it back.

"If there is a rebellion in Bianliang, or if news of my death spreads, I must find a place to take refuge as soon as possible."

The Queen had swallowed the third golden pill. She pinched her throat with her left hand, and propped up the cushion with her right hand and forehead. Her body was twisted strangely as if in severe pain. Black blood dripped from her nose, and she murmured intermittently: "I finally saw the colorful fairy air... like fog..."

Zhu Wen hesitated for a moment and said sadly, "The imperial palace is not in sight. Don't eat it. You won't become an immortal."

"You're disturbing my spiritual mind! Get out!" Her hair was disheveled and she was waving her five fingers and sleeves around randomly.

Zhu Wen was trembling all over, and he said angrily, "Stop!"

However, it could not stop the dazzled Queen from swallowing the fourth and fifth golden pills in one gulp, and her eyes and cheeks immediately turned red.

boom.

With a loud noise, the Queen of Heaven fell down and hit the ground with her head.

Just when Zhu Wen was about to violently interrupt his "cultivation", the Queen of Heaven shook her hair and sat up with a bloody face. She shrugged and her breathing became long and steady again. A gloomy wind blew, and the yellow talisman paper and curtains in the room rustled. A calm and lazy soft nasal voice became more lively: "Mind power. The great Huayan achieved transcendence, the wonderful Yuanying mind power... Hahaha, I did it."

The Queen was not obsessed with this! Who was to blame? Zhu Wen suddenly felt extremely regretful and felt a tightness in his chest.

"I left Ding Hui, Wang Yanzhang, Huangfu Lin, and Dai Siyuan in Bianjing."

"Zhenniang, am I leaving?"

"Oh." After staring at the Queen's profile for a while, Zhu Wen sighed and staggered away.

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