"Amitabha. The east side of the hall has taken care of everything." Li Rong came over and interrupted Zhu Su and Di Meng's wrong words.
"We have sent people to report to the Fusi of Jinyiwei Town and the Yamen of the Ministry of Punishment that Zhu Xian, the crown prince of Yongjia Marquis, has taken the palace host hostage, but he was killed by the palace host."
"Qixia Guard has been tied up and guarded by our people. There is no escape for the time being. And Yongjia Houyuan Te Beiping, I am sure our people can report the news faster."
"If there are too many Qixia Guards than us, why don't we report it to the Governor's Office and send in soldiers to take care of it? It would be safer."
"Well, thanks for your hard work, Li directed me." Zhu Su nodded. He turned to ask Yao Guangxiao, who had been silent all the time: "Monk, is that safe enough?"
"Amitabha, from the young monk's point of view, it's sixty-seven out of ten." Seeing Zhu Su's inquiry, Yao Guangxiao clasped his legs and replied. "Our people went to report the news first, and took the initiative by occupying the quick word.
Bidong can easily put the finishing touches to the palace."
"And there are many outer pavilions and clear streams on the east side of the Prince's Palace..."
The confinement period of Waige and Qingliu was suppressed by Hu Weiyong in the name of Zhu Su, but the emperor let them go, while the prince protected his younger brother and did not allow them to impeach them, so they lived a very miserable life.
Now that they have learned about Zhu Su's execution of the prince of Yongjia House, they will not continue to ignore it. They will definitely try their best to make it an ironclad case, so that Zhu Su can be completely punished by those princes.
He was very cynical and would try every possible means to get a hold of Hu Weiyong.
It happened that Zhu Su didn't want to ask the people in the court to look at him, but he just used their strength to get out of the quagmire.
"Sixty-seven out of ten... there is something missing." Zhu Su pondered for a moment. "Monk, from my point of view, there is nothing very perfect about it."
"Going back to the east of the palace, the dignified prince of the Hou Mansion, just for the sake of a few possessions, took the risk to assassinate the king... After all, it is too ridiculous." Yao Guang said filially. "Although it is not true that Zhu Xian colluded with the Koreans, because
After all, it is impossible to do such a treasonous and unethical thing after stealing the formula."
"Besides, the North Ruming is still in a stalemate with the North Yuan. If the assassination of Wang Jia happened, the case would be difficult to cover up. The King of Goryeo must be asking for an edict to punish him."
"There may be people in the DPRK who are worried about Goryeo's fall to the North Yuan Dynasty and ask for help to suppress the case."
"If this is not the case, your situation will be unfavorable."
"Well..." Zhu Su frowned and thought deeply. What Yao Guangxiao said was true. Based on the war situation in the north of the Ming Dynasty, it was indeed possible that some ministers were afraid of Goryeo's recurrence and tried to do what Zhu Yadong did.
If Yongjiahou was not mistaken and killed with one blow, Zhu Su's own situation would be in danger.
From now on, I won’t even dare to leave the house if I’m afraid of it.
"Being afraid of Goryeo... I think it shouldn't hurt." I thought about it again, and with Lao Zhu's bad temper, if he wanted to accomplish that thing, he probably wouldn't be fettered by Goryeo.
What's more, whether his father and son have a vision of the future, if they want to control the situation in Goryeo, Lao Zhu must have his own way of misunderstanding politics.
Maybe it can be used to add some firewood to Goryeo’s future Yi Sung-kyu Rebellion!
"As for the reason being too ridiculous..." Zhu Su thought for a while. "Does the monk mean that he should find a way to make Zhu Xian's 'rebellion' more credible?"
"Amitabha, it doesn't matter whether you can believe it or not. This matter is too outrageous and absurd. No matter what, if you intend to criticize, you can take advantage of it." Yao Guangxiao clasped his legs together. "What do you mean by this poor monk? The east of the hall is the best, so that others can't do it.
Dare to speak too much to criticize, or give Bidong a reason to refute the criticism with justifiable reason..."
"Don't dare to criticize?"
Zhu Su thought for a moment and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Yao Guangxiao: "...Monk, is this what you ask for?"
"Amitabha, the poor monk is telling lies. It all depends on the decision of the east of the palace." Yao Guangxiao simply closed his eyes.
Di Meng, Gou'er, Li Rong and others all looked puzzled. They didn't know what kind of riddle Hong Zhu Su was playing with the monk in black. Zhu Su smiled bitterly in his heart and gave Lao Zhu a legitimate reason to refute the criticism. After thinking about it, he came up with a solution. There is one.
I was in a similar situation when I lived in Qianqing Palace, the emperor's dormitory, out of bounds because I was seriously injured.
I just hope that my son will be injured, so that Lao Zhu can be justifiably angry and subjugate the court official Xun Jiu...
"Monk, it's best that the method I mentioned works." After thinking about it, Zhu Su gritted his teeth and pulled out the long sword in the horrified eyes of Gou'er and others. "Otherwise, he will kill me and let you do it." Waiter!"
"Amitabha." Yao Guangxiao proclaimed the Buddha's name in a low voice without joy or sorrow.
"Dog, remember to apply the wound medicine he made on him after returning to Zhuangzi. Please use gauze boiled in boiling water to wrap his wound." Zhu Su turned around and ordered. Then he closed his eyes and thought With a fierce move, he turned the sword tip and made a pop sound, and the sword tip sank a few inches into his shoulder.
"hiss!"
Zhu Su, who didn't expect it to hurt so much, immediately fell backwards.
"Diandong?"
"Dongdong!"
"Dongdong!"
Gou'er and Di Meng, the closest ones, were so frightened that they immediately caught Zhu Su. Li Rongfu's face turned red with fright:
"Dian Dong, why did you harm yourself?"
"You're talking about self-inflicted harm, that's what Zhu Siam stabbed!" Zhu Su scolded. But the wound was affected, and he grinned in pain. After finally calming down a little, he looked at Yao Guangxiao: "Monk, the injury is enough."
"Amitabha, you are so wise and brave," Yao Guangxiao said in praise with his legs clasped together.
"But it doesn't need to be like this. What does the poor monk mean? Just wait for him to look more embarrassed. Then he will cut his clothes and smear some blood on them so that he can pretend to be injured when he returns to the city..."
"Fuck!" Zhu Su stood up and walked angrily, but the injury on his shoulder caused him to fall down again: "I'm so special."
"Then I, a bald thief, didn't tell me earlier!"
"...The poor monk saw that the master of the hall was in a daze, and thought that the master of the hall had already understood..." Yao Guangxiao's face was rarely speechless.
"Well……"
"Yue, I forgot!"
"His sword just hit that bitch Zhu Xian!"
"It's a big loss, it's a big loss."
"That guy, you don't have any infectious diseases, do you?"
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Imperial City, Jinshen Hall.
"What?" Lao Zhu was originally grading the memorial in Butter Candle East. When he heard Mao Xiang's report, the ink pen in his leg suddenly stopped, and a large red ink droplet fell on the memorial.
"I said, Lao Wu killed Zhu Xian, the crown prince of Yongjia Marquis?"
"No, Your Majesty. The spies in Jinyi stationed at the East Leg of the Fifth Palace saw it with their own eyes." Mao Xiang knelt on one knee, not daring to raise his head to peek at the emperor's expression. "The messenger sent by the East of the Fifth Palace is already on the way. I think it won’t be long before officials from the Ministry of Punishments come to play.”
"Absurd!" Lao Zhu threw the ink pen on the imperial desk, making Mao Xiang tremble all over.
"What is the fifth child doing? Do you dare to kill your legs at such a young age?"
"Liangzu is from Beiping. Do you know that your eldest son is dead and you don't want to cause trouble?"
"Those stinky bastards, it's hard to see all of them come out of the water. If he killed them first, wouldn't he ruin our big deal!"