"Sir, His Highness has prepared a carriage for you." As soon as he left the hall, a palace maid in a red dress came over respectfully.
"Yeah." Zhao Xiaole nodded.
Prince Zhao Liuli had just told him to keep his dandy attitude and go to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The prime minister is a member of the third prince's lineage, and his power in the court is second only to the queen's lineage and the prince's lineage.
And it is said that the Prime Minister's Office has become very close to people from Xichang recently!
The four killers of Xichang are the top killers of Jingyang Dynasty.
In particular, it was rumored that their mysterious factory boss spent all his time roughing his hair, drinking blood, and killing people like hemp, which made all the officials frightened.
"The prince is the daughter of Concubine Yang. It is said that Concubine Yang died to protect the queen. The queen did not give birth to an heir, so why did she insist on holding on to the prince?" Zhao Xiaole narrowed his eyes slightly.
He seemed to remember something, but those things were fragmented and vague.
"Hey, I have to talk less in the future, otherwise my identity will definitely arouse others' suspicion." Zhao Xiaole got on the carriage surrounded by the palace ladies.
The entire carriage was painted red with gold curtains and a green python embroidered on them.
This is the prince's royal carriage, which can travel freely in most places in the palace without a warrant.
Zhao Xiaole closed the curtain and sat in the carriage.
"The Jingyang Dynasty established a cabinet, and the cabinet itself was directly managed by the emperor. But now that Emperor Jingyang is ill in bed, the actual manager of the cabinet is the prime minister." Zhao Xiaole sorted out his memory.
The prime minister of the dynasty is truly one person below and above ten thousand people!
And Zhao Xiaole's current official position is only a fifth-grade imperial eunuch!
There are seven-rank officials in front of the prime minister. If you are an ordinary eunuch, let alone trouble the prime minister, even the slaves raised by others can manipulate you at will.
But Zhao Xiaole is different, his will is the prince's will!
After all, the prince's lineage would definitely not give up if they were assassinated for no reason.
"Let's make trouble, let's make trouble!" Zhao Xiaole rubbed his eyebrows.
In his previous life, he dared to smoke while blasting. When it comes to causing trouble, he is a professional!
While I was thinking about it, the carriage had already left the palace, walked through Changping Street, and arrived in front of a luxurious mansion.
The gate is painted with red paint, has carved railings and painted pillars, and two large stone lions are placed at the door.
Next to the stone lion, two sturdy servants stood with embroidered spring knives, quite majestic.
"Please, let me in!" A man in official uniform knelt in front of the door, begging his servants, "Let me see the Prime Minister, Yongzhou's matter can't be delayed any longer!"
Due to his incomplete memory, Zhao Xiaole did not know what position the official uniform held, but it seemed that he must be of a higher rank than himself.
"Isn't that Lord Censor Wang of Jindu? That's a fourth-grade official position! He's actually kneeling like a slave!"
"Tsk, in front of the prime minister, what is the difference between a fourth-level official and a low-level person like us?"
"Hey, I heard that thieves are rampant in Yongzhou. This is a good official who works for the people, but it's a pity that he didn't bring enough silver, even..."
"Hush, be quiet, be careful if those servants overhear you and they will cut your body into pieces!"
The people around him were talking quietly.
"You can't even get through the main gate if you are a fourth grader. That's so arrogant." Zhao Xiaole took a deep breath, bent down and walked out of the carriage.
A palace maid immediately squatted down, bent her back, and turned into a ladder, allowing Zhao Xiaole to step on her back to get down.
"The evil feudal society!" Zhao Xiaole enjoyed this kind of service for the first time and was very uncomfortable with it.
Of course, he must do it, otherwise others will think there is something wrong with him.
Zhao Xiaole got off the carriage, and because he was wearing the official robe of a fifth-grade imperial eunuch, no one paid much attention to him.
He straightened his clothes, came to the stone lion, and said loudly: "I want to see the Prime Minister, please inform me."
Zhao Xiaole felt that he was polite enough.
As a result, the servant just glanced at him slightly, with a contemptuous smile on his lips, and didn't even pay him any attention.
"Hey, a stupid young man is here! I didn't see a fourth-grade eunuch kneeling down, but how dare he be so arrogant, a fifth-grade eunuch!"
"Haha, look at his carriage. It seems to be very luxurious. The master must be very powerful!"
"The powerful one is his master, what does it have to do with him?"
There was another burst of sarcasm all around.
Zhao Xiaole had no expression on his face and just raised his hand slightly.
The servant looked sideways at him.
Snap!
A loud slap in the face of Jia Ding!
The whole audience suddenly fell silent!
The people around him all looked at this scene in shock!
"This eunuch is crazy, that servant is a royal bodyguard given by the Holy One!"
"It's over. The eunuch will probably be exposed on the street and die a miserable death!"
Just when everyone was shocked, the servant who was beaten suddenly looked shocked and angry.
Keng!
He drew his sword directly and prepared to kill Zhao Xiaole with one strike!
Zhao Xiaole's expression remained unchanged and he just waved his hand gently.
Boom!
Behind him, two red-armored warriors walked up, holding long halberds and stomping the ground heavily!
A terrible pressure made the servant breathless.
Red-armored warrior!
The pupils of the two servants shrank!
They naturally understood that these were the guards around the prince, and each one of them was a top martial arts master!
"Open the door, I want to see the prime minister." Zhao Xiaole didn't even look at the servant, his face was calm.
"Who did I think he was? It turned out to be His Royal Highness the Prince's lackey!" The servant who was beaten suppressed his anger and put away his long knife, and sneered: "The Prime Minister is not something that a dog like you can see. If you want to see him, you have to
Let your master come over!"
Zhao Xiaole's expression suddenly turned cold. He raised his head and glanced at the tall vermilion door. Seeing that the door was still closed, he coldly snorted: "Hit me!"
After receiving the order, the red-armored warrior was like a decisive killing machine. He raised his halberd and struck hard at the two servants!
Feeling the strong wind coming, the expressions of the two servants changed drastically!
They subconsciously picked up long knives to resist.
Keng!
The halberd and the broadsword collided together like paper. The two servants flew out directly and hit the stone lion, spurting out blood!
Although he was formerly a royal guard, he was vulnerable to a red-armored warrior!
"Bold!" One of the guards stood up staggeringly, "Even the prince would not dare to cause trouble in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Are you going to rebel?"
Facing the servant's questioning, Zhao Xiaole remained unmoved, instead a smile appeared on his lips.
"I want to see Prime Minister Liu Bern, otherwise...I will tear down the gates of your Prime Minister's Mansion!"
Arrogant! Extremely arrogant!
Dare you demolish the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion?!
The people who were watching were dumbfounded and thought, what kind of king is this? He wants to tear down the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion?!
The news spread instantly, and people in the surrounding streets dropped what they were doing and came to watch the excitement.
In all these years, no one has dared to cause such trouble in the Prime Minister's Mansion!
At this moment, the vermilion door slowly opened.
A gentle and jade-like young man gently shook his folding fan and walked out with two maids.
"Which dog slave is it that wants to tear down the door of my prime minister's palace?"
The person who came was none other than Prime Minister Liu Bern’s eldest son, Liu Qingtian!
He looked arrogant and distinguished, looking at Zhao Xiaole, who was wearing eunuch uniform, with arrogance.
"Get out of here and let your master come over, or I'll break your legs!" Liu Qingtian put away the folding fan in his hand and said with cold eyes.
Zhao Xiaole ignored him directly.
Just uttering two words gently, like thunder, exploded in the hearts of the people.
