......

Passing through the lobby of the front hall, Zhao Wujiang led him to a courtyard where lush purple bamboos were planted.

There is a bamboo door in the small courtyard. The bamboo door is pushed open, and a house appears in front of me. At this moment, the door is closed.

It seems that it is the place Dugu Yihe uses to discuss intimately on weekdays... Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and A Fu knocked on the door:

"Master, Mr. Zhao has arrived."

Because at the banquet last time, Dugu Yihe and Zhao Wujiang talked about each other's uncle and nephew when they were rising, Afu called Zhao Wujiang the young master Zhao.

"Come in." Dugu Yihe's powerful voice came from the door.

Afu pushed the door open and let Zhao Wujiang enter the room.

......

As soon as Zhao Wujiang stepped into the room, his four pairs of eyes looked over and looked at him with scrutiny.

The setting that appeared in front of him was obviously the study room. At this moment, Dugu Yihe and three middle-aged men were discussing something in front of the desk.

"Brother Dugu, is it not appropriate for him to come?"

One of the middle-aged men wearing a crimson robe and dense hair said in a deep voice.

Dugu Yiheyuan burst into Yuezhi with a faint smile, walked quickly to Zhao Wujiang, held Zhao Wujiang's shoulder, and smiled:

“Introduction…”

"Zhao Wujiang, the chief manager of the harem, knows them."

The man in the crimson robe had his eyes like a knife, and Zhao Wujiang could feel the domineering and iron-blooded aura on his body.

"Chen Anbang, Minister of War." Dugu Yihe introduced the man in a crimson robe to Zhao Wujiang, and then he spread his hands to the other two:

"The black official robe, the young minister of Dali Temple, Yuchi Zhenwu, and the purple official robe beside him is the censor Cao Changqing."

Zhao Wujiang bowed and was neither humble nor arrogant: "I have met Lord Dugu, and I have met three adults..."

Among the three high-ranking officials, except for the young minister of Dali Temple, Yuchi Zhenwu, he had met the other two at the wedding banquet.

He won Princess Beautiful smile and overwhelmed many talents. He thought that he had left a bad impression in the hearts of the two high-ranking officials, after all, their descendants were among them.

The young minister of Dali Temple, Yuchi Zhenwu, had a rich one-character eyebrows, and when his eyes looked at him, he looked like an eagle and a falcon.

"Sit down and talk." Dugu Yihe held Zhao Wujiang's arm and asked him to sit down, and waved to signal to the other three.

He smiled and explained to Zhao Wujiang:

"We are talking about the candidates of the General of the North."

The desk is filled with detailed information and information about experts who are capable of being the generals of the North.

"Brother Dugu explained so much to him, what can he understand?" Chen Anbang, Minister of War, snorted coldly.

Zhao Wujiang ignored him and followed Dugu Yihe's words and said lightly:

"I think the most suitable candidate for these lists is Dugu Tianqing, right? He inherited the strategy and courage of Lord Dugu and his profound martial arts."

Is it because of a keen sense of smell or flattery... Yuchi Zhenwu frowned, and he looked at the archives in his hand without making any sound.

Dugu Yihe laughed happily: "You, you..."

Then his eyes dimmed slightly:

"It's a pity that the emperor has been thinking for so long, but he hasn't considered the little child Tianqing. I think he has other plans... I just don't know who it will be."

"My son Shaobao is not weaker than others. Unfortunately, his martial arts skills are still shallow and he has no experience in marching and fighting. Otherwise, I would strongly recommend my son Shaobao to go to the north." The censor Cao Changqing also turned the table.

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"The Zhiguo of Brother Chen's family is a good marching and fighting, but unfortunately he is a little brave but not resourceful.

After thinking about it, Brother Dugu’s sky blue is the most suitable one!”

Chen Anbang, Minister of War, snorted slightly without refuting.

Dugu Yihe smiled bitterly:

"The emperor should be worried about my Dugu family. It is difficult for Tian Qing to be the general of the North."

Xuanyuan Jing will issue an order tomorrow to appoint Dugu Tianqing, but these old men are not aware of it... Zhao Wujiang felt a little moved and said with a smile:

"What's up to people."

"Oh?" Dugu Yihe's eyes lit up when he heard this. Zhao Wujiang had been promoted to chief executive in the harem, and obviously he had received a lot of trust from the emperor, but he just didn't know if he could make any promotion in the matter of the general in the North.

..

Dugu Yihe thought in his heart and said with a kind smile:

"Mr. Zhao, what are you going to do?"

"Everything in the northern border is of great importance. What can he do as the general manager of the harem? Can he still make the emperor change his mind and appoint Dugu Tianqing?" Chen Anbang, Minister of War, sneered.

I think Dugu Yihe is so confused that he actually asked a little eunuch about such a big thing... Yuchi Zhenwu, the young minister of Dali Temple, threw the list in his hand on the desk. The four of them thought about it for more than an hour.

There is no way, Zhao Wujiang has it?

Zhao Wujiang's ancient well has no waves, and the clouds are calm and windy:

"The villain has no big solution, but the villain can do a little favor."

"Can you help me a little? Haha..." Chen Anbang laughed loudly, his long beard trembling:

"I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick!"
Chapter completed!