Privy Council.

In two days, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. In order to handle official duties properly before the break, officials at all levels have not left work for three consecutive days.

The same is true for Zeng Bu, who was the Privy Councilor.

This is the time when the dawn shines on the earth and the new day just begins.

Zeng Bu raised his sore arms, picked up the thick tea that was so cold on the side and drank it all.

"Sir, the Duan Prince's Mansion sent a ban on the ban. "

The voice of the clerk came from behind the screen, and Zeng Bu frowned slightly. It was just now that the genius was just lit up, so why are you so anxious?

"Send it in."

The clerk bowed and walked in and placed a bright yellow post in front of Zeng Bu.

"The sender has left?"

"Return to the adults, the man has not left yet, and is waiting in the front hall."

Zeng Bu nodded slightly, then frowned even deeper, because the person who sent the letter did not leave, which meant that King Duan urgently needed his receipt.

When I picked up the post and opened it, Zeng Bu's thick eyebrows, which were white in gray, frowned suddenly...

"This, this..."

Zeng Bu stood up suddenly, but because he sat for too long, his legs were already numb. In addition, the matter was urgent, he lost his center of gravity for a while, and he staggered several steps before he could stand firm under the support of the little official.

"Hurry, hurry up, go and call the sender." Zeng Bu shouted with a pale face.

Soon, a white-faced scholar with red lips and white teeth came outside the door.

"I was born in Gao Qiu late and met the envoy Zeng."

Zeng Bu had just recovered and rubbed his legs on a stern master chair carved with pine cranes.

Seeing Gao Qiu, the old man's turbid eyes flashed and frowned and said, "Tell me, what's going on."

Gao Qiu looked disappointed, bowed his hand and explained.

After a while, Zeng Bu's face turned dark and he exhaled a large mouthful of turbid air, and his heart was filled with depression and difficulty breathing.

"Nothing is nothing, nothing is nothing..."

Zeng Bu picked up the post beside him and smashed it directly on the ground, without any intention of giving Duan King Zhao Ji face.

Gao Qiu looked at the nose and nose, and looked at the heart, silently waiting for Zeng Bu to make a decision.

Zeng Bu suddenly spoke and asked, "If Yelu Yanxi won the Cuju competition, how could I have the face of the Song Dynasty? Haven't King Duan thought about this?"

Gao Qiu paused, raised his head to meet Zeng Bu's gaze, and turned his eyes and said, "It's so that Lord Zeng knows that His Highness Duan has found out that Yelu Yanxi had talked with His Highness Jian at Taibai Building yesterday before going to Fanlou."

Zeng Bu's expression tightened, and then asked, "What is your Highness meant to put all the blame on King Jian?"

Gao Qiu smiled but said nothing. Seeing Zeng Bu’s eyes flashing, he spoke, “Mr. Zeng should know that Zhang Xiang is powerful now, and the new party led by Zhang Xiang has always seen His Highness Duan Wang not afford to pay... The opportunity is rare at the moment. His Highness Duan Wang hopes that Mr. Zeng can seize it in time.”

Zeng Bu's thick eyebrows twitched a few times, leaned a little, and nodded and responded: "I have a decision. Go back and tell King Duan that you must not lose the Cuju competition, otherwise it will be difficult for me to explain to the official family. Not only will I lose my national health, but King Duan himself is afraid that he will suffer."

"This..." Gao Qiu opened his mouth with a silence.

Zeng Bu frowned: "What?"

Gao Qiu smiled bitterly and replied, "I'm afraid that King Duan's words will not be final."

Zeng Bu was stunned when he heard this, and then angrily hit the armrest: "It's outrageous, what does King Duan mean?"

"This matter is really not blamed on Prince Duan, but His Highness the Princess..." Gao Qiu hurriedly defended.

After hearing this, Zeng Bu's face was covered with frost. He then sneered and said, "Your Highness Duan is very good at calculating. The responsibility for provoking the bet was pushed to King Jian. It has nothing to do with him if he loses the game, right?!"

Gao Qiu glanced at Zeng Bu, lowered his head and did not respond. This was no different from default.

Zeng Bu's expression changed repeatedly, and finally shook his head and sighed: "Even if King Duan picked himself clean, don't forget that he was the one who promised the bet, and Princess Xu was also his half-brother's relative. For some things, it's better not to do too much."

Gao Qiu bowed: "After the villain returns, he will bring Mr. Zeng's teachings."

Zeng Buyouyou sighed, then waved his hand: "Go."

Gao Qiu bowed again and slowly retreated.

But at this moment, a burst of rapid footsteps came from outside the door.

"Not good, no good... Lord Zeng, no good..."

Zeng Bu frowned and looked at the door impatiently. Gao Qiu paused and staggered his body and let the people behind him come in first.

The people were sweating profusely. As soon as they saw Zeng Bu, they bowed and said, "Sir, it's not good. His Highness Duan declared that on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, they would use the heads of Wushu, the leader of the Liao army, to pay tribute to the dead soldiers in the north."

"What?" Zeng Bu's expression changed drastically, and Gao Qiu, who was beside him, also frowned.

The visitor continued, "And many people also praised His Highness King Jian and His Highness King Duan in the restaurant and tea shop, saying that the two princes were brave and resourceful, and joined forces to deceive the Liao envoys and promoted the prestige of our great Song Dynasty."

"This, this..." Zeng Bu turned his head and looked at Gao Qiu.

Gao Qiu was shocked and had already noticed the conspiracy. He hurriedly explained: "The King Duan cannot make a big announcement, there may be something strange about this!"

The visitor glanced at Gao Qiu and saw that he was not an official, so he was too lazy to pay attention to it. Instead, he frowned and said to Zeng Bu: "Sir, the entire city of Bianjing is now talking about it, and the people are in a hurry. Even the soldiers who were unaware of the situation have been mobilized, waiting for Mid-Autumn Festival night to pay their heads to pay tribute to their dead comrades, I am afraid they will not be able to stop them at that time."

"Also, many people have learned about what happened in Fanlou yesterday. The fact that His Highness Duan agreed to the bet was intentionally spread. Even the matter of Princess Xu becoming a bet was discussed. The people also praised the princess for her understanding of justice. In order to appease the morale of the army, she would rather sacrifice her reputation than assist the two princesses to promote the bet."

Zeng Bu panted and almost choked himself to death. He coughed for a while. He was filled with thoughts in his mind. He picked up the teacup and half covered his face. His old eyes were full of folds flashing.

Although Wushu is just a commander, killing dogs depends on the owner. Yelu Yanxi is the most likely candidate for the next Liao king. It is too late for the court to please him, so how could he really kill his people? Even if he wins the Cuju competition, at most it will be just a joke...

However, the development of things seemed to be beyond control, and it was originally just a "game move" between Duan and Yelu Yanxi.

But after being spread like this, I am afraid... who is it?

Zeng Bu did not think about Zhao Mujin. In his opinion, even if Zhao Mujin was a princess, it could only be considered a noble political bargaining chip at most. So he targeted the doubts on several princes.

Among them, the most likely fisherman to benefit is Zhao Quan, the myopic person who was once recommended by Zhang Dun. Who else?

Zeng Bu really couldn't think of anyone with this courage to attack two princes who were most likely to ascend the throne and become emperor at the same time.

Gao Qiu, who was standing beside him, had already sweated profusely. He thought that his job was almost certain to be done, but after he got back, he was afraid that he would be the anger of King Duan Zhao Ji...

Once the bet is confirmed, no matter what the game wins or loses, King Zhao Ji of Duan will take on an unshirkable responsibility.

If you lose, the princess will marry outside, which will damage the national health.

If you win, the Liao Kingdom will be angry once Wu Shu dies.
Chapter completed!