He couldn't do without these ministers doing things for him.

But as for my son, there are many.

Even if the most outstanding one is dead, and the current one seems to be carrying a shiny black cauldron, what is there to worry about?

This is called sharing your worries.

If you don’t even want to do this, why would you want to be the Prince of the East Palace?

I am still young, and I have plenty of time to cultivate a few.

Zhao Jing is not a fool. He can naturally guess what everyone is thinking. If he really wants to sign this treaty, he is afraid that the people of the Song Dynasty will scold him to death. He has always had a bad reputation among the people, and now he is like this.

It's really going to stink up the streets.

A prince whose reputation has been ruined still has a chance to inherit the throne.

After taking a look at the inner palace, a very disrespectful thought came to my mind.

Unless some people die now, those guys who just threw themselves out as scapegoats will have little choice but to support themselves.

But he immediately suppressed this thought.

Dejected, he returned to his mansion and immediately called for his military advisor, Zhao Yuan.

"Ziyu, what should I do? I absolutely cannot do this!" Zhao Jing said angrily.

Zhao Yuan was very relaxed: "Of course your Highness can't do it."

"But this matter requires a person with sufficient status to do it. Those husbands are so cunning that they put this matter on Gu's head!" Zhao Jing said angrily.

"Why don't you just leave it to others, Your Highness?" Zhao Yuan said with a smile.

"Leave it to who? How could anyone with any discernment fall for such a mess?" Zhao Jing sighed.

"Yes, yes!" Zhao Yuan laughed: "Did His Highness forget the man who just returned to Bianliang from the west?"

"Cui Ang Cui Huaiyuan!" Zhao Jing suddenly jumped up.

"Not bad!" There was a smile on Zhao Yuan's lips: "Cui Zhongcheng was suspended from his post after returning to Bianliang. The things he did in the west are not true or false. Now they have spread in Bianliang. If there are no other accidents

, he must not be able to be resurrected. Several princes from the east and west mansions are determined to put him to death this time. Naturally, they refuse to reinstate him. They will only cause trouble for him and make him irrecoverable. At this time, His Highness

Stretch out your hand and give him a hand, let alone sign the peace treaty, just ask him to kowtow to Yelujun, I'm afraid he can do it."

"Really?" Zhao Jing was half convinced: "After all, he was also a husband-in-law!"

"This man has lost any integrity for a long time!" Zhao Yuan sneered: "Now his heart is full of hatred, and he only thinks about revenge and destruction. People like Xiao Ding, Xia Jie, and Chen Rui are all

He is a sworn enemy. So as long as your Highness persuades the officials to reinstate this man to his post, he will naturally be able to do these things."

Zhao Jing stood up suddenly: "Okay, I will enter the palace immediately and recommend Cui Ang to be the ambassador."

In Cui Ang's mansion.

Cui Jin limped into his father's study. Now Cui Jin was extremely depressed. Not only was he disabled, but his face was also disfigured. There was no hope for his official career. And now, even

My father's mountain has also fallen, and I don't know how long I can live in this big house. Maybe at some point, people will drive him out of the colorful world of Bianliang like a dog.

Stepping into the study, Cui Jin was immediately startled. The floor was covered with sheets of rice paper.

There is only one big character on each piece of paper.

The murderous word "kill".
Chapter completed!