Lirenfang, Taojia Lane.

"Li Jieshuai came today. The best plan is about to be completed, but there is still one most crucial person left...that is my father. Please be sure to find him as soon as possible, otherwise it will be too late when the southwest moves next month."

Li Zhaocheng's voice was very soft, revealing a feeling of physical and mental exhaustion.

He put away the map of Lin'an City on the case and spread out a map of Prince Rong's Mansion.

"Now let's arrange it..."

After a long time, after Li Zhaocheng finished speaking, Gao Nianfeng turned to look at Yang Shi and muttered.

"The best strategy is almost done? Then the middle strategy behind will be busy in vain."

"Alang always has many plans for doing things. It is best if the best strategy can be successful." Yang Shi said in a low voice, "As for the middle strategy, it will definitely not succeed. I look at those important ministers. If they can clean up the situation, they will not help Alang. First of all,

If this happens, I will kill Alang..."

Gao Nianfeng didn't seem to understand, so he had to put aside his regrets and turned to look at Li Zhaocheng, with a trace of suspicion flashing in his eyes.

To be honest, he already couldn't trust Li Zhaocheng.

Even if the best plan is to be made, the key person cannot be found for so long. Isn't it because of Li Zhaocheng?

Sure enough, looking around, Jiang Fan and Lin Zi both winked, intending to discuss privately and communicate information with each other.

"Ahem."

Li Zhaocheng coughed twice more and turned to look at Yan Yunyun beside him.

Yan Yunyun was seen wearing a ghost mask, revealing half of his burned face, and his eyes were cold, adding a bit of solemnity to the room.

Li Zhaocheng said: "I know that I can't find my father for several days in a row. You can no longer trust me. There is something... After I have discussed it with Li Jieshuai, I should make it clear."

"Then tell me quickly."

Jiang Fan is already impatient with these scholars, and he is not done yet.

"My father... is not named 'Li Xiling', but the taboo name is 'Yong'." Li Zhaocheng said slowly: "He is... Li Jieshuai's biological father."

Yan Yunyun suddenly turned his head.

"What did you say?!"

Li Zhaocheng seemed to have forgotten that there were several men specializing in assassination around him. He glanced at Yan Yunyun blankly and nodded.

Li Xia should have said this in person, but too many people were watching.

He had no choice but to let him say it.

Yan Yunyun was stunned for a long time and touched his forehead with his hand.

She originally thought she was just sleeping with the son of an aide.

Unexpectedly, he was Alang's brother...

At this moment, looking at Li Zhaocheng's apologetic and expectant eyes, she couldn't help but sighed in annoyance and said, "Let's continue talking."

"Oh, okay, now I will tell you in detail about the grievances between the Li family and Prince Rong's Mansion..."

Three streets away, nursery rhymes could be heard from time to time.

"Big centipedes and small centipedes are all poisonous insects of human karma..."

Xi Jihu walked through the streets in civilian clothes and arrived at the gate of Wu Mansion, frowning all the way.

Wu Pu and Wu Lin were waiting outside the door, bowing their hands and saying, "Brother-in-law is here."

"There are more nursery rhymes...how many people are here?"

"Five people."

Xi Jihu sighed and followed Wu Pu and Wu Lin through the door.

He is Wu Qian's son-in-law and disciple. He was a Jinshi in the Jiachen year of Chunyou, and he was on the same list as Liu Mengyan;

Wu Pu and Wu Lin are the eldest and second sons of Wu Qian. They were Jinshi in the fourth year of Xingchang, and they were on the same list as Wen Yunsun;

It can be seen that Wu Qian is very good at teaching students, and there are indeed many talents under his disciples.

But tonight, these talents all seem a bit tragic...

There were only a few people in the hall, and Wu Qian was sitting at the top, writing a memorial.

"I've met Yue Weng."

"Zhong Wei is here, have you thought about how to write the memorial?"

"My child wants to persuade Yue Weng again, but it's still too late to stop now."

Wu Qian didn't even raise his head and murmured: "With enough time to save his position, can the Song Dynasty be able to afford such a king?"

"My child understands." Xi Jihu said: "My child's memorial has been written. I would like to ask Mr. Yue to read it..."

"Zimao, come and impeach Jia Sidao over the peace talks in Ezhou."

Wu Pu was shocked and said: "Father, Jia Sidao has no right to negotiate peace at all. If he is not deceiving others, then... he is an official..."

Wu Qian didn't respond and only ordered: "I'll let you impeach me."

"Yes, father."

Wu Pu lowered his head and thought about it, and understood.

This is basically forcing the emperor.

It is almost like saying to the officials, "If your Majesty does not agree to Yi Chu, I will risk my life to destroy your Majesty's civil, political and military achievements!"

He looked around and saw that his father was already very old.

But every wrinkle seems to have the word "strong" written all over it...

Prince Zhong's Mansion.

"Beauty! Haha, beauty!"

The lights were brightly lit in the lobby, and Zhao Yu was laughing and chasing the beautiful maids running around.

"Ah, Your Highness..."

There was a tearing sound and the gauze fell.

The captured maid gasped twice, and Zhao Fu burst into laughter.

"Haha, another one! Another one!"

He sat down on the ground, gasping for air, and said: "I'll chase you later, I'll chase you again, you two will show me... I'm so tired, my feet are sore, come and squeeze my feet, I want to lie down

You are drinking wine and watching them do it, wine comes, wine comes, hahaha..."

A waiter came hurriedly.

"Your Highness, Mr. Ye is here!"

"What?!"

Zhao Fu sat up in shock and stared: "Why is he here again?! Come on, come on, beauty, hide quickly...Pants, pants, pull up your pants quickly!"

…

Ye Mengding had already walked outside the hall, listening to the commotion inside, and stopped moving forward.

He raised his head, because the lanterns on the eaves were too dazzling, so he had to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths.

Everyone knows that King Zhong was weak in his limbs and could only speak at the age of seven, but in the past he was just stupid and weak.

In recent years, it has become more and more dissolute.

In the court, the courtiers who had known each other for many years were still writing letters to the officials to advise them not to indulge in drunkenness and sex. Only Ye Mengding and Yang Dong could no longer advise them at all.

It’s not just because you’re afraid of offending the officials, it’s so shameless!

"Look at the princes you taught by Ye Zhenzhi. They indulge in drinking and sex, a hundred times more than the officials!"

Ye Mengding thought about this and suddenly reached out and slapped himself hard twice.

There were two loud "pop" sounds.

Ye Mengding felt much better.

But after thinking about it, there is still nothing I can do.

This is the only heir to the emperor. No matter how painful my heart is, I have to support him and continue on...

The unpleasant sound gradually stopped. He strode into the lobby and saw Zhao Fu holding a book and reading.

"What book is your Highness reading?"

Zhao Fu was startled and quickly turned to the cover page to take a look.

"Xiao...Xiao Jing."

"I dare to ask Your Highness, what is the meaning of 'therefore, to win the favor of others, to serve as relatives'?"

Zhao Yu made a bitter face, pulled Ye Mengding's sleeve, and said: "Sir, the emperor's uncle said that I don't know how to govern the country, and I will have to rely on you in the future."
To be continued...