Everyone has their own thoughts

The crowd was bustling and there were many onlookers.

As soon as the minister of Honglu Temple shouted angrily, he directly hit the third prince of Silla, Chen Shangyihe, on the face, completely losing his domineering attitude when he started to protect him.

Chen Shangyihe covered his face with his hair disheveled. His face was filled with shock, grievance, bewilderment and many other complex emotions. He couldn't understand why Honglu Temple Qing, a third-grade official who was protecting him just a second ago, suddenly changed his attitude like this.

fast.

Honglu Temple Qing walked up to Zhao Wujiang with his back hunched over. He kept rubbing his hands and said with a flattering smile: "Master Zhao, you have been beaten even if you don't know."

"Let him apologize first." Zhao Wujiang said calmly:

"You molest the people and flout the laws of the Tang Dynasty. Do you know where to send them?"

The Minister of Honglu Temple was choked for a moment and didn't know how to speak. He said in his heart that the third prince was in bad luck and met the evil star Zhao Wujiang. He felt a little embarrassed:

"Master Zhao, the emperor asked me to settle down the third prince of Silla. How can I send him to Jing Zhaoyin? Besides, we, the Tang Dynasty, have always had good relations with Silla."

"Diplomatic relations? Dignity only lies on the edge of the sword. Diplomatic relations have never meant compromising at the expense of the interests of the people in exchange for what is needed.

If you met other ordinary people today, would you do this without knowing it? Or maybe I, Zhao Wujiang, have not been in the court for a long time, and you have had your thoughts."

The minister of Honglu Temple trembled, and lowered his head the moment Zhao Wujiang finished speaking, and said hurriedly: "Master Zhao Zhao, it is indeed my incompetence in doing things, I will go now, I will go now."

He quickly dragged Chen Shangyihe over and asked him to apologize to Wang Xi, and gritted his teeth and summoned the Kuaishou from Jingzhao Yin Mansion.

Chen Shang was shaking like chaff and did not dare to speak any more.

He had always bullied the weak and feared the strong in Silla, but when he suddenly came over just now, he met the few people warned by the Minister of Honglu Temple and had to lower his head.

Yin from Jingzhao Prefecture was fifty years old, but he didn't look old at all. Hearing about this, he rushed over in a hurry.

He first greeted Zhao Wujiang, and then gave the minister of Honglu Temple a slap in the face with a straight face.

Although in terms of official rank, the minister of Honglu Temple is not weaker than the governor of Jingzhao and the secretary supervisor, but in terms of power, he faces one who is the parent official of Kyoto at the foot of the emperor, and the other who is a secretary supervisor who can reach the prime minister.

The Yin of Jingzhao Prefecture ordered people to suppress Chen Shangyihe and two old servants. Then he said with a straight face and fierce and stern eyes:

"All our people of the Tang Dynasty, whether they are princes, nobles or common people, must remember that as long as they touch the laws of the Tang Dynasty, I will enforce the law impartially and without mercy!

I was also negligent in what happened today. If Mr. Zhao Wujiang hadn't reminded me, if Xiao Xiao succeeded, I would be ashamed of my position."

At the end of his speech, he looked filled with emotion. He finally greeted Zhao Wujiang and left.

He wanted to have a good relationship with Zhao Wujiang for no other reason than when he was an official in the past, as a parent official, he had the heart to consider the people, but the situation in the court was not what he imagined, and he was powerless.

Now that Zhao Wujiang appears, this person is really capable, and he really dares to get involved when something happens. If he makes good friends with Zhao Wujiang and has Zhao Wujiang by his side, when it comes to handling things, then he, the governor of Jingzhao, really doesn’t have to worry about those people.

If a high-ranking official shows mercy, then he is truly a parent official.

The eyes of the onlookers were full of surprise and admiration. Zhao Wujiang, a living man, was now standing in front of them.

More than half of the people who came to see the lanterns were young ladies and ladies from various houses, a group of Yingying Yanyan.

At this moment, after the minister of Honglu Temple and the governor of Jingzhao left, they crowded over one after another.

"Master Zhao, Master Zhao, can you write a poem on my handkerchief? Just one poem!"

"Mr. Zhao, this is a letter that the little girl has been writing for many days. I wanted to ask dad to deliver it to Mr. Zhao."

"Mr. Zhao, my little girl is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She has been admiring Mr. Zhao for a long time. Mr. Zhao, if it doesn't work, what do you think of me?"

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Wang Xi frowned.

"Give way, give way."

Girls kept shouting and pushing Wang Xi out.

Wang Xi clenched the long knife, her knuckles turning white. She looked at Zhao Wujiang, who was surrounded by girls and young women, with a surge of sadness and clenched her silver teeth.

Tonight in Chang'an City, some people stop to put up lanterns, and some people are so powerful that they become unconscious.

A luxurious mansion in the east of the city.

Xu Jingzong sat on the throne and listened to the reports from his subordinates.

Since he became the new Minister of Rites, he has been constantly exploring the layout of the court in order to gain greater power.

But unlike Changsun Wuji, he usually does it secretly.

"Shanye, what do you think of Changsun Wuji's hand?" Xu Jingzong stroked his white beard.

Hou Shanye, the minister of Dali Temple, thought about it:

“If it succeeds, it’s a hard move; if it doesn’t, it’s a faint move!

Zhao Wujiang is now so powerful that it is impossible for Changsun Wuji to compete with him anymore. With this skill, it is reasonable."

"Huh, you and I have both made a mistake, that is, we have never really looked at this young man. Now Changsun Wuji's move can be regarded as the real attack on Zhao Wujiang's weakness." Xu Jingzong's eyes were filled with tears.

Coldly, he shook his head, as if mocking:

"I hope he can succeed. In this way, the only one left to deal with is his grandson Wuji."

Shanye, the minister of Dali Temple, said in confusion:

"Mr. Xu, I never understand, why don't we let these two fight each other and let us reap the benefits?"

Xu Jingzong's face darkened and he murmured:

"Why don't I think so? Then Changsun Wuji probably thinks so too, right?

But this kid Zhao Wujiang took the lead. When he took the initiative to request disaster relief in Hebei Province, I and Changsun Wuji both thought it was an opportunity to assassinate him. However, they later realized that he had retreated from the rapids and plucked himself out!

And can I and Changsun Wuji not fight? Can they wait for Zhao Wujiang to enter the court again? Obviously, they can’t. Zhao Wujiang is just waiting for us to fight. He wants to drag us to death by relying on his youth."

Dali Temple Qinghou Shanye looked solemn:

"According to what Mr. Xu said, how should we deal with it? Is it really Changsun Wuji who did it? If he succeeds, we will face this well-established minister who cares about life, and the chance of winning may not be high, right?"

"Shanye, have you really underestimated Zhao Wujiang? What will Changsun Wuji gain? As long as Zhao Wujiang dares to help Silla, then he will be sure to face the cold arrows of me and Changsun Wuji. Do you believe it or not?

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"But this, after all, is Changsun Wuji's cold arrow. He is the Changsun Taiwei who has half of the power."

Xu Jingzong was silent for a long time, then he shook his head:

"We will not participate in this matter, let Changsun Wuji do it! Whether it succeeds or fails, it is our chance!"

Changsun Wuji's residence.

Autumn is cold, winter has not yet entered, and wine is warming on the stove.

Changsun Wuji beat his thigh and frowned. There was a person sitting next to him, his appearance covered by his robe.

The wine was still hot, so Changsun Wuji took a sip and frowned:

"You also think I'm old and confused?"

"No. I'm just confused. Aren't you afraid that Xu Jingzong will find out and punish you?"

Changsun Wuji’s eyes were dark:

"If it is done cleanly, there will naturally be no clues! Even if there is a clue, why must it be my handle? And not Xu Jingzong's handle?"

"You're thinking"

"That's right! There are so many people who want to get rid of Zhao Wujiang. Who can prove that it was my eldest son, Sun Wuji, who did it? But I can prove that it was him, Xu Jingzong, who did it."

"What if Zhao Wujiang hid?"

"Human beings all have weaknesses and underbelly! It will be difficult for him, Zhao Wujiang, to die if he makes a plan based on his weaknesses and underbelly!"

"Are you so confident?"

"Haha, because he is not Xu Jingzong, the old man Changsun Wuji, nor Li Ji and others, he is Zhao Wujiang!

Therefore, he will definitely bite this hook!"
Chapter completed!