"Um?"

Zhao Kuangyin put down the book in his hand, raised his head and looked at him: "Forget it if you can't find it, I guess he's gone long ago when he saw that the situation is wrong."

"That grandson is really cheap!"

Zhao Kuangyi clenched his fists and was still a little unwilling to give up: "Brother, why don't I ask the people below to block Fan Li along the way?"

"It's too late."

Although Zhao Kuangyin was a little moved, he shook his head: "It's rainy that he can only ride a horse to deliver a letter. When the letter is delivered, Fan Li may have already run out of the capital."

"Oh~"

Zhao Kuangyi's fist softened and sighed, knowing that what his brother said was not false.

"Yu Wen and the collision made it so easy to relieve the qi, but it was too shocking to alert the snake!"

He couldn't help but complain: "It's a pity that Fan Li was not able to take the river from the river. When I go to Yue, I must find him well!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Kuangyin couldn't help but slap the table and stared at him: "Chen Jiang, Chen Jiang, Shen you are so stupid!"

"Then Fan Li can come up with such a clever plan to borrow troops, so he is naturally a talented person! I asked you to invite him, not to let you sink him into the river!"

"If this kind of person can be used by us, he is not better than you, a fool? If you go to Yueguo this time, it is best to find him and bring him back to Beijing!"

"I just can't help it! Big brother!"

Zhao Kuangyi also knew that what his brother said made sense, but he still pounded the table with depression: "It would be fine if he taught the little emperor the trick of borrowing troops, but who doesn't know that he wants to save Yue!"

"But this bastard actually taught the little emperor the kind of rhetoric, and came to the court meeting to tease us!"

"Who do you look down on me!"

Zhao Kuangyi became more and more angry as he spoke. He thumped at the table a few times, as if the precious sandalwood rosewood table in front of him was Fan Li's hateful old face.

"Brother, can you swallow this?"

"You have to swallow it even if you can't swallow it!"

Zhao Kuangyin glared at him: "Besides, how do you know that the argument was taught to His Majesty by Fan Li?"

"Who else can he be? It can't be the little emperor dreamed of it, right?" Zhao Kuangyi sneered at his brother's words.

Zhao Kuangyin hesitated for a moment when he heard this, but he still stroked his chin and said thoughtfully: "I think it may be what His Majesty himself thought of."

"He himself?"

Zhao Kuangyi was subconsciously stunned and looked at his brother: "Impossible? How could he have this ability?"

"Don't underestimate people."

Zhao Kuangyin put away his posture just now, stood up, with his hands thrust his stomach, slowly paced a few steps in the room, frowned and kept thinking:

"Now this Majesty is a smart man, but it's just that it's useless to be smart."

"Did you forget what happened to His Majesty when he was young?"

When His Majesty was young, he hid in the Eastern Palace, the late emperor also invited many famous scholars for him. The Master served as an official of the Eastern Palace and was responsible for teaching the prince.

Many old scholars praised the prince's talent, and everyone was in a complicated mood at that time.

Daqian is finally about to produce a wise king!

Lord of Zhongxing!

However, the news that came out in the East Palace later disappointed many people.

Of course, some people breathed a sigh of relief.

When the prince first started to contact the great scholars, he was polite.

But later people realized that it was just to deal with the late emperor.

When the enthusiasm of the late emperor passed and he didn't care, his nature gradually revealed.
Chapter completed!