Northwest of Runzhou City, the construction of Jinshan Temple is nearing completion, and tiles are currently being laid on the twin towers that are ten feet high. But I don’t know why, but for such a cumbersome task as laying tiles, many monks are being used instead of civilians.
Doing it.
"Is the news reliable?"
The young monk with double moles on his eyebrows was under a Podocarpus tree, looking at the towering twin towers in the distance. When he heard the news from the little novice behind him, he frowned, and his solemn temperament disappeared in an instant.
"It's news from the Song family. It's said that they got out of bed yesterday, and to celebrate in the garden, a stage was set up in front of their grain house to perform for another three days."
"How much does this young prince like to listen to operas? Why do he have to sing operas in everything he does?" The young monk muttered a few words, but said nothing more.
The fat monk who was standing next to him just now roughly guessed what happened: "When we met before, I reminded you that you acted so wantonly and ruined the Master's plan. I'm afraid the Master will
Not happy."
The fat monk still had a smile on his face, but his eyes became slightly colder.
"Whether the Master likes it or not, what does it have to do with me? The young monk is not one of his people." The young monk seemed to have no patience and wrinkled his eyebrows with double moles: "If you lead the troops to fight, they will be defeated.
He can't even seize the opportunity, so what's the use of keeping such a waste?"
"Wuling people! It's you who are begging us to do things now, not us who are begging you! You have to figure it out!"
The fat monk became even more angry when he saw that he refused to follow his own example. He was slobbering and gesticulating at the monk with two moles on his eyebrows. The monk's robes, which were already very loose, were puffed up by the gentle east wind.
The figure appears to be more bloated.
There was a soft "squeak" sound, as if the cloth was torn, or a piece of old leather was cut open.
"It doesn't matter that he looks ugly, but his words are so ugly."
The young monk didn't know when he took out a very delicate knife from his arms, and thrust it into the fat monk's chest and abdomen while the sleeves of his robe were billowing.
"You...dare to kill me?"
The fat monk looked at the knife on his chest with some disbelief. He wanted to summon up the strength to fight for his life with the young monk, but his life force had already poured out from the knife like a flood that broke a dam.
The outstretched hands had just grasped the corners of the young monk's clothes before he died.
"We dare to kill even the emperor, so what does it mean to kill you, a shabby monk?" He took out the corner of his clothes from the hand of the fat monk in disgust, took out the knife that killed him from his chest, and cut it in
He wiped it carefully on his clothes and carefully put it in his arms.
"Tell the toad governor of Runzhou that the abbot of Jinshan Temple has passed away and the ultimatum has been passed on to me."
"There is still a pillar missing under the pagoda, please fill it in."
After making arrangements with the young novice behind him, the young monk turned around and walked out of the temple.
At the same time, Li Chongrun was drinking tea with someone.
"Sir, you have now been promoted to secretary-supervisor. This is a happy event that should have been celebrated with wine. However, my student was assassinated earlier and has not recovered yet. I can only drink tea instead of wine. I hope you will show your kindness."
There were two other people who came to Yangzhou with Bing'er. Two people who gave Li Chongrun a special headache.
The one who is drinking tea with Li Chongrun here today is one of them.
"Song has no intention of going to court. He is doing his studies in the Imperial College with peace of mind. This is the favor of His Majesty and His Royal Highness the King of Chu." Song Zhiwen, with a fake smile on his face, held the tea presented by the little maid in his hand, but it looked dark.
Green, unlike the usual habit of drinking tea in this dynasty, no seasoning is added.
He took a gentle sip and felt a bitter taste lingering between his mouth and nose. Song Zhiwen was very unhappy and put it down calmly.
I just saw that Li Chongrun was drinking just like he was drinking, but he seemed to be enjoying it very much, and he didn't seem to be teasing himself.
"I just didn't expect that my fourth brother would actually become the Supervisor of the Secretary's Supervisor. Our brothers have not seen each other since he was awarded the title of King of Chu. We miss him very much."
Li Chongrun did not expect that his aunt had been promoted, and the post of Secretary Supervisor would actually fall into the hands of Li Longji. "Sir, as long as you do your best to help your fourth brother, it will not be difficult for you to become a general or prime minister in the future."
"The King of Chu is a certain official of Song Dynasty, and we are all on errands for His Majesty, so naturally he must do his best." Song Zhiwen seemed to hear the subtle thoughts in Li Chongrun's words, and promptly rounded off the words. "Your Majesty has always valued culture and education, and I heard that His Highness wanted to
Opening a bookstore is a major event in the literary world, so we specially issued an edict to ask Song to come here to assist the prince with all his heart."
"So, if the student has to beg for food from the teacher in the future, then he must be merciful." Li Chongrun also put on a fake smile similar to Song Zhiwen's and said very politely.
Complimenting Song Zhiwen, he raised the teacup in his hand and toasted to Song Zhiwen from a distance.
Song Zhiwen said a few polite words with understanding and stood up to leave.
"This Song Zhiwen doesn't seem to be getting along well with the prince." When King Wei fell, although Bing'er was present at the scene, she didn't know that Song Zhiwen had participated in falsely accusing the young prince.
"Song scholar is a scholar of heaven and man. He is a rare talent in the court. How can I dare to neglect him?"
Li Chongrun had long heard Shangguan Wan'er mention that Song Zhiwen had turned to King Wei and participated in the false accusation against him.
It's just that although Lijingmen fell, the Judicial Court hatched from the body of Lijingmen inherited the mantle of Lijingmen. Song Zhiwen had been working under Lai Junchen, and now Junchen took over the Judicial Council.
As the person in charge, Song Zhiwen became Song Zhiwen's person.
But when did Song Zhiwen become Li Longji's man again?
Could it be that Lai Junchen had already taken refuge with Li Silang? Li Chongrun felt that it shouldn't be the case.
Although Li Silang adopted his late uncle Li Hong and inherited his title of prince, which seemed extremely favoring, it was just that the emperor's grandmother had always kept a close eye on the relationship between the clan and the courtiers. Even Li Silang was
Even if he has the courage to swallow the sky, he would not dare to win over the important officials of the imperial court in such a fair and open manner.
Is my cousin Li Silang, who is a few years younger than me, willing to put aside his status and seek refuge with Liang Wangwu?
But before I came to Yangzhou, I heard from my aunt that His Royal Highness the King of Liang had never shown any ambition to seize the throne. In the few years since the fall of King Wei, Wu Sansi had tried his best to help His Majesty, and he even lost his relationship with his own relatives.
Broken.
Originally, his younger brother Wu Youning, the king of Jianchang, had frequent contacts with him. It seems that after learning some lessons from the fall of King Wei, Wu Sansi and the king of Jianchang rarely interacted with him anymore.
The three factions in the court, Master Di and the poor disciples led by Aunt Shangguan, are naturally on his side. Liang Wangwu didn't think twice about it. Is it possible that Li Silang defected to Wang Xiaojie's side?
The more Li Chongrun thought about it, the more likely he felt that this was possible. General Wang was backed by a wealthy family, so it would not be difficult to support a prince. But doesn't His Majesty know about their relationship?
If His Majesty knew that Li Silang and Qi Wang, the fifth surname, were together, why did he send his subordinate Song Zhiwen to Yangzhou to keep an eye on him?