Chapter 325: Wuyou Yamamoto, Because of Snow Whitehead
Hall of Care for Heart.
Zhao Wujiang, who returned to the palace, had not yet sat in the hot butt, and a little eunuch ran over in anger.
"General Zhao, General Zhao, and the Honglu Temple are looking for you."
"What's the matter?" Zhao Wujiang was drinking tea calmly.
The little eunuch gasped:
"It's said that Princess Worshiping the Moon has been boring for a few days. There is no way around the Honglu Temple. The temple minister Li sent someone to come to you."
"Let's go." Zhao Wujiang sorted out his clothes.
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Honglu Temple, outside the gate.
Recently, the Honglu Temple joined forces with the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the wedding of the emperor and the Princess of Worshiping the Moon. The whole family was in a hurry, and the three ministries came and went back and forth.
At this moment, Liu Wanshan, the deputy director of the Ministry of Revenue, received a notice from his subordinates that his beloved nephew was looking for him.
When he came outside the gate, he saw his beloved nephew Liu Mang at a glance. Then his brows frowned tightly, and Liu Mang's nose and face were swollen, obviously because he was "bullied".
Who doesn't open your eyes? Dare to bully my nephew of Liu Wanshan! Liu Wanshan greeted me. Although Liu Mang was his nephew, he was already forty-three and had no children at all. He treated Liu Mang like his own parent-child.
"uncle!"
When Liu Mang saw his uncle, his eyes were filled with tears, as if he had suffered all the grievances:
"Uncle, you have to make the decision for the Ruaner."
Liu Wanshan, the deputy secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, frowned:
"What's going on? Mang'er, tell me slowly."
Liu Mang wiped his tears:
"Today, Mang'er went to East City to visit and met a swordsman who sold his sword to bury his mother. Mang'er wanted to buy his sword and help him, but a thief rushed out of the crowd. He wanted to be greedy for the sword and not pay for it.
When Mang'er went up to argue, he would bully Mang'er directly in public, and there was a master around him who seriously injured several servants in his family."
Liu Wanshan was furious.
Liu Mang continued to add fuel to the fire:
"He directly snatched the three thousand taels of silver notes that Mang'er was going to use to honor your uncle!
He also forced Mang'er to write a letter to the IOU and owe him nine thousand taels!
He even made a harsh statement in the end, saying that the people from our Liu family got out of Kyoto!"
"Who is he?" Liu Wanshan roared, and the officials around him shrank their necks one after another. The Ministry of Revenue was a key official in the court, and ordinary people could not bear the anger.
"His name is Zhao Wujiang."
Someone answered the question for Liu Mang, his voice was magnetic and smiled.
Under the leadership of the little eunuch, Zhao Wujiang had already arrived outside the gate of Honglu Temple. He saw Liu Mang, the evil young man who was blown up by him today. He heard the roar of the Ministry of Revenue's Officer, and he replied with a smile.
"Yes, uncle, his name is Zhao Wujiang!"
Just as Liu Mang was about to look at the person who answered, he saw that this person looked particularly familiar, and it was clearly the hateful Zhao Wujiang.
He grabbed the arm of the Ministry of Revenue's Officer Wailang and hurriedly said:
"Uncle is him, this hateful guy, please ask someone to take him down!"
Liu Wanshan stood there in a daze, looking at Zhao Wujiang who was getting closer and closer, and his pupils shrank violently.
Zhao Wujiang is the chief eunuch in the harem. He is a favorite minister of the emperor who has become famous recently. He has beaten the talented men at the wedding banquet to make Princess Being in love with her. He also heard from his own channels that Dugu Yihe, the head of the Dugu clan.
He personally invited Zhao Wujiang to the banquet and sat in the upper seat...
It’s such a person, you asked your uncle to take him down... Liu Wanshan swallowed:
"Don't say anything more, Mang'er."
"Uncle!" Liu Mang's face darkened:
"Uncle, Mang'er suffered a very serious injury today, and he was beaten!"
"Stop talking, Mang'er." Liu Wanshan watched Zhao Wujiang get closer and closer, and his face was bitter and patted Liu Mang's hand.
"No." Liu Mang felt extremely aggrieved:
"Uncle, you love Mang'er so much on weekdays. What's going on today? He is wearing eunuch uniforms, what are you afraid of?"
"Liu Mang!" Liu Wanshan roared angrily.
At the same time, Zhao Wujiang also shouted loudly:
"Liu Mang, are the money ready?"
Liu Mang's face was distorted and he was about to say something else. His uncle Liu Wanshan quickly met him and bowed to Zhao Wujiang:
"Mr. Zhao, you are here."
Zhao...Maintain...Liu Mang swallowed his saliva hard, his whole body trembled like a sieve. He wanted to hide, but he had nowhere to hide.
Zhao Wujiang smiled:
"Your nephew?"
“Table.”
Liu Wanshan was serious, afraid that he would not be able to distinguish the relationship, so he added, "I don't have a close relationship."
“It doesn’t matter.”
Zhao Wujiang slowly took out a note from his cuff, which was exactly the IOU written by Liu Mang:
"I was still thinking about how to find him, and he came by himself."
"He has always been very sensible." Liu Wanshan smiled apologized and signaled Liu Mang to come over with his eyes.
How did you get him into sensibility?... Zhao Wujiang spread out the IOU in his hand.
"Zhao...Master General."
Liu Mang smiled on his cheeks. His family had money, and he could afford to pay 9,000 taels at will. Now that he knew that Zhao Wujiang could not afford to mess with him, he would not be stupid anymore. The best result was to lose money:
"Sir, the villain owes you nine thousand taels of silver, I will give it to you as soon as possible."
"Yes, sir, it's natural to pay back the debt." Liu Wanshan laughed aside and shouted at Liu Mang:
"Kneel down!"
Liu Mang's body trembled, and he fell to the ground with a respectful look.
"Nine thousand taels are right." Zhao Wujiang took the IOU to them:
Chapter completed!