Xu Jingzong hates Du Ruhui, he hates it from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for Du Ruhui's words, he would be able to get an official position now, no matter how big or small the official is, he is still an official. How could he become Changsun Wuji's aide.
What stimulated him even more was that all the old brothers who once ate from the same pot all had good futures, but he was the only one who was still a white man. Who could bear this feeling of disparity.
Let’s not talk about Changsun Wuji. He has a beautiful and good sister, and there is no use in envying him. But Fang Xuanling became a minister, Yu Zhining is now the minister of Zhongshu, and Su Shichang is also the right minister of the minister.
I'm the clown myself?
I only have myself, no bullshit. Everything I encountered today was due to Du Ruhui!
He was angry.
"Gong Changsun, tell me how to deal with this Du Chuke."
Since there is nothing we can do about Du Ruhui now, we might as well deal with his brother first and let him feel his pain.
Changsun Wuji chuckled and said, "Thousands of times it will be proven, but the rumors will never be proven."
Hearing this, Xu Jingzong understood instantly.
"Understood."
Changsun Wuji said: "Work hard, and one day I will find an opportunity to recommend you to His Majesty."
"Thank you, Lord Changsun." Xu Jingzong said with a cupped hand. The reason why he was willing to serve as an aide to Changsun Wuji was because he saw Changsun Wuji's potential. With the existence of his sister, whom His Majesty misses so much, Changsun Wuji will become an important minister sooner or later.
If you don't hug this thigh tightly, you are simply a fool.
An hour later.
Du Chuke left the box languidly with the help of a servant. Qiniang was arranging her clothes and looking at the mirror with yellow appliqués.
This order is over, and she has to rush to take the next order.
At this time, Xu Jingzong walked in quietly and stood behind Qiniang.
Qiniang's charming eyes moved, and she said softly: "You are such a heartless man, you still know how to come to me."
Xu Jingzong smiled wildly and looked at Qiniang's exposed snow-white skin with squinted eyes.
"Beauty, I am not a heartless man. Didn't I come to see you?"
"I think you can't hold it in any longer!" Qiniang spat, and immediately her face changed again, and she said seductively: "Lang Xu wants to accompany me. Recently, I've been feeling upset in my chest, so I'm just waiting for Xu Lang to come and help me.
Take good care of it."
Xu Jingzong laughed, stepped forward and hugged Qiniang.
"I'll treat you now!"
With a loud bang, Qiniang was thrown on the couch, causing Qiniang to curse: "Sooner or later, I will bite off the root of your evil."
Xu Jingzong didn't care, raised his hands and sang: "Qiniang, today, I will use my hands to realize your dream!"
After saying that, he covered his eyes with a black cloth in a very emotional way, and then pounced on it like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.
"Hahahaha...hahaha...hahahahahaha..."
Qiniang's cheerful voice sounded in the box.
The two little turtle slaves guarding the door looked at each other.
One of them said: "Seventh lady has a great appetite. I just sent one away, and this brings me joy again."
Another said: "I heard that the Fourth Lady took the money to redeem herself after her death. The Seventh Lady may have taken the incentive and planned to do it a few more times before closing the mountain to earn enough capital so that she can plan for the rest of her life."
"What are you planning to do?" Little Turtle Slave curled her lips and said, "Sluts like us will be free one day, but we are also lower-class people, not to mention she is a prostitute."
Having said this, the other little turtle slave also fell silent.
Their eldest brother, not to mention their second brother, is in the same situation. How big is the difference between a little turtle slave and a prostitute?
Changsun Wuji walked in front of these two people with an unusually calm expression. The etiquette, justice, integrity, and respect for others were engraved deep in Changsun Wuji's flesh and blood.
The experiences of others do not arouse any sympathy from him.
Maybe after killing Du Chuke, he would show a little sympathy when he hears this kind of thing. But not now, because he has no time to sympathize with these slaves.
As for why you want to kill Du Chuke, who has no grievances and no grudges?
The reason is very simple, because he is also a subordinate who is saved by Shizhong.
After just a moment of burning incense, the sounds in the box disappeared.
The little turtle slave commented: "This person is not good."
"Indeed." The other nodded.
In the box.
Qiniang sat calmly in front of the dressing table, as if nothing had happened.
No, or something happened.
There was a hint of resentment on her face, an expression of not having enough to eat.
As for Xu Jingzong, he was lying on the couch half dead.
You can see it in his eyes.
There is no love in life.
It's tasteless.
exhausted.
After a while, Xu Jingzong walked up to Qiniang in disheveled clothes, took out three ingots of gold and placed them in front of her.
"Your little mouth is so tight on the couch, how about outside?"
Qiniang didn't know how many men there were. Although her heart was moved when she saw those ingots of gold, she knew that she couldn't make so much from this deal. Xu Jingzong still had things to do on his own.
"My husband's orders are just that, who do you want me to serve?"
"I'm not asking you to serve anyone, I'm asking you to pass on a few words."
"What words?"
Xu Jingzong leaned over and whispered a few words in her ear.
Qiniang's expression changed and she said, "You want me to lie to you?"
"It's not a lie." Xu Jingzong said easily: "Du Chuke was very drunk at your place, so isn't it normal for him to say something like that?"
"But he is an official." Qiniang said hesitantly.
"So what if I'm an official? I love you so much." Xu Jingzong praised her with a smile.
Qiniang was very excited, but she still asked: "Will I be in trouble?"
"No." Xu Jingzong said, "How many dignitaries and dignitaries are talking nonsense here. This is not the first time."
Hearing this, Qiniang felt that there was nothing wrong. If someone checked by then, she could definitely say that it was Du Chuke who drank too much and said it.
She stretched out her hand to accept the gold and looked at Xu Jingzong with charming eyes.
Seeing this, Xu Jingzong's legs went weak.
Within a few days, gossip spread in Chang'an that Du Chuke had spoken wildly at Zuimenglou, saying that the Taiyuan Order was originally his, but because the emperor favored Liu Rengui, he broke his promise and changed the order without authorization.
As soon as this rumor came out, the government and the public were in an uproar.
The key to the rumor is not who is the Taiyuan Order, but the emperor's failure to keep his word.
The emperor's golden words are taboo, and it is taboo to change orders at dawn and at night.
After Li Zhiyun learned the news, he summoned Du Chuke to question him.
Tai Chi Hall.
"When did I say that I would let you take up the post of Taiyuan Order?"
"I have never said such a thing. Someone is talking nonsense. Your Majesty, please tell me clearly!"
Du Chuke knelt on the ground and struggled to explain his innocence.
Li Zhiyun looked at Jingzhao Yin Xue Yuanjing. The latter nodded, walked out of the queue, and said: "According to my investigation, Shan Qiniang, the prostitute at Zuimenglou, said that you said this to her yourself."
"I didn't, it's not me, it's impossible!" Du Chuke denied one after another.
Du Ruhui took a deep breath and remained silent.
When prostitutes are involved, this kind of thing is impossible to explain. It doesn't matter whether Du Chuke said such things or not. The important thing is that the news has spread.
Li Zhiyun looked at the ministers and asked, "Which of you can testify for him?"
testify?
No one here is a fool, not to mention that the emperor never promised Du Chuke, and even the matter itself did not dare to let them help Du Chuke at will.
The reason is very simple, everyone present is a man, and no one can speak a few big words after drinking too much urine.
If Du Chuke really complained about the emperor, then things would be very serious.
Although many people wanted to help Du Chuke out of Du Ruhui's face, no one took action.
Gao Jifu, the imperial censor, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, Du Chuke has slandered your Majesty. His crime is unforgivable. Your Majesty, please punish him severely to set an example."
Du Ruhui's eyelids moved, but he still didn't speak.
When things have developed to this point, all we can do is find out the truth, and sophistry is of little use at all.