In fact, Prince Li Heng's life has been really difficult these days. The officials at Yushitai repeatedly mentioned the conflict between his eldest son, Prince Li Yu of Guangping, and the Prince of Tubo, and seemed to believe that the death of the Prince of Tubo was because of Prince Guangping.
He was always competitive. This made Li Heng unspeakably miserable. As a prince, he needed to show his kindness and love, not for personal gain or public expense. Therefore, he gave Li Yu a good lesson as a gesture to everyone.
On the other hand, he is the father of his child. How can he not be angry when he sees his eldest son being framed for nothing? But he cannot show his anger. This life is really miserable.
"Your Highness, please put on some more clothes. It's very cold by the window." Yu Chaoen put a single coat on Li Heng's body and whispered caringly.
"Yeah." Li Heng tightened his clothes and smiled slightly. Fortunately, his father was completely on his side in this matter. No matter how the old thief Li Linfu instructed his minions to frame Yu'er, his father would always rely on insufficient evidence in the end.
Dismissed. Thinking of this, Li Heng's extremely cold heart gradually warmed up a little.
"Chaoen, call Yu'er for me!" Li Heng waved his hand and sighed. There are some things that he has to explain clearly to his child, otherwise with his temper, he will cause trouble for him sooner or later!
"Old slave, I obey!" Yu Chaoen nodded, followed the order and retreated.
...
In Pingkangfang, in the hall across the courtyard behind Li Linfu's house, a Tibetan man wearing a fur coat is sitting. This Tibetan man has deep sunken eye sockets, a dark face, a high nose, a long head, a narrow face, and a bun.
It curved into an upward arc on his forehead. The most terrifying thing was that there was a long light red scar on his left face from under his eyelid to his lower jaw, which looked like a living thing, squirming under the impression of the oil lamp.
He was slowly sipping a pot of good tea. He was not in a hurry. He knew that Li Xiu would definitely come to see him. The conditions he proposed were too generous, and Li Xiu had no reason to refuse.
Sure enough, when he tasted the second pot of tea, Li Xiu, the minister of Honglu Temple, came out with a smile on his face.
"Master Wujie, I have kept you waiting for a long time. Atonement, atonement!"
The Tubo Buddhist monk, who was called Wujie, nodded lightly in return.
Li Xiu has been in the officialdom for a long time and has met countless people. He was not anxious when he saw Wujie. He must have enough talking points and wanted to raise his status.
Gently scraping the tea powder with his hand, Li Xiu smiled and said, "I wonder what Master Wujie is doing when he comes to the Li Mansion this time?"
Wujie smiled strangely and clasped his hands together: "I'm here to do business with the eldest son. I wonder if the eldest son is interested?"
"Oh? Master, it doesn't matter." Li Xiu waved his hand.
"I, the Tubo, admire the culture of the Tang Dynasty. Since Princess Wencheng came to Tibet, farming and craftsmanship have been developed. However, when it comes to smelting iron, your country is quite stingy, which is unconvincing." (Note 1)
Li Xiu just wanted to open his mouth to defend, but Wujie waved his hand to stop him.
"But there is always a way. We got in touch with a nobleman from the Tang Dynasty. Since then, we have obtained dozens of skilled craftsmen who can smelt iron. We no longer need to worry about this matter."
When Li Xiu heard this, his eyes suddenly shone brightly. Years of experience in the officialdom had made him keenly aware, and he had already caught the strong hint of goodwill in Wujie's tone.
"I wonder who this noble man is?" Li Xiu adjusted his clothes and asked tentatively.
"Hahaha, Mr. Li is really good at joking. Since it is cooperation, of course it must be sincere. If I can't even keep the other party's name, how can we cooperate in the future?" Wujie stared at Li Xiu closely, a pair of eyes shot out.
Two rays of light.
"Well, I'm just afraid that the master has been deceived and doesn't know about it. I must have heard about the assassination of your prince, right? As far as I know, I'm afraid that this matter has something to do with His Royal Highness King Guangping." Li Xiu
Pushing the ball back, he whispered harmoniously.
"Then we have to see whether Lord Xiangguo is sincere?" Wujie didn't want to continue talking official talk with Li Xiu, so he simply made the topic clear.
"I wonder what sincerity the master means?" Li Xiu cupped his hands and asked knowingly.
"I can help you get evidence of the East Palace man's affair with Tibet, and you can help me kill a few people!" Wujie gritted his teeth and pierced the last layer of window paper.
"Master, you are joking!" Li Xiu stood up immediately and walked a few steps outside.
"This matter is like picking something out of a bag for the Prime Minister, and what I provide is what the Prime Minister has always dreamed of, right?" Wujie pressed forward step by step, not giving Li Xiu a chance to retreat.
"Let me think about it! This matter is of great importance. I have to discuss it with my father." Li Xiu was really moved. The things Master Wujie provided were enough for them to move the East Palace at once. Now that his father has power over the government, he can't bear it.
Li Heng, son. If his father is divided up in power in the future, it will be even more difficult to remove the crown prince. Once the charge of liaison with the enemy is brought down, even if His Majesty intends to protect Li Heng, the crown prince will be deposed. However,
This matter must be done without leakage. If the matter is exposed, the crime of framing the prince is not a joke.
After thinking about it, Li Xiu decided to cooperate with Wu Jie. He needed to prove himself to his father so much that he used the matter of overthrowing the prince to show his decisiveness to his father and to clarify his status in the Li family. This business was a sure profit.
!As for what Wu Jie said about killing a few people, in his opinion, there is no need to use his father's hands. With Li Xiu's connections and abilities, it is too easy to kill a few people quietly.
"Okay, master, tell me, who is the person you want to kill?"
"It's very simple. They are a group of low-level military officers under Ge Shuhan's account. The leading Han man is called Li Kuo. They know something they shouldn't know and must die!"
"Li Kuo?" Li Xiu had never thought that the person the Tubo Buddhist monk wanted to kill was actually Li Kuo, and he was immediately hesitant.
"What? You don't dare?" Wujie moved to Li Xiu and asked.
"No, there's nothing to be afraid of. They're just a few low-level officers. Killing them is as easy as crushing a few ants!" Li Xiu was forced to take a few steps back and hurriedly explained.
"It's just that this matter needs to be considered in the long run. This guy has some kind of bad luck. He has become very powerful recently. Maybe we need to lure him out of Chang'an before we can take action."
"I don't care what method you use, they must die anyway. Only the dead can keep secrets." Wujie's tone was cold, and he turned around and walked out of the house.
Before leaving the room, Wujie paused and said in a cold voice: "I only hope that the Prime Minister can cooperate sincerely. The nobleman of our country who has an affair can be the prince or the Prime Minister of course. If they are friends, we Tubo people will treat each other sincerely; if anyone is
Duplicity, he will definitely be punished by God without us taking action!"
"Hmph! You dare to threaten me." Seeing Wu Jie leaving the house, Li Xiu snorted and smashed the teacup into pieces with disdain.
...
In Jia's Mansion in Xuanyangfang, Yang Zhao strode toward the wing.
He is obviously in a good mood recently, and his previous attempts to test Li Kuo have produced good results. Although the young man has not clearly expressed his attitude of serving him, he has indeed become closer to the Yang family. Yang Zhao is quite capable of understanding people.
In his opinion, Li Kuo will definitely not be a thing in the pond in the future. If he can show him some kindness now, the rewards he will earn will only be much greater when he becomes prosperous in the future. He is a political businessman, and anyone can
Everything will be done to maximize profits!
The second happy thing was naturally that Jia Chang took the initiative to invite him to visit the palace. Jia Chang was a favorite minister in front of His Majesty, and being able to establish a relationship with him would be of great benefit to his career.
The exchange of cups and cups with Jia Chang just now was so enjoyable! I haven’t lived such a happy life since I left Jiannan Road. Everything had to be pretentious, everything had to be staged!
Yang Zhao pushed open the door and walked in. The room was exquisitely and uniquely decorated. Behind the carved screen was a complete set of ash willow tables. The accompanying stools added a bit of ruggedness to this small and exquisite room.
Just as he was about to take off his clothes and take a nap, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.
As he came in with a loud shout, he saw the carved red door open in response, and two young women in transparent gauze clothes walked in slowly. The leading woman bowed and said, "Mr. Yang, the master asked us sisters to serve Mr. Fu for a bath.
The fragrant soup is ready, sir, would you like to undress and take a bath now?"
The word "serve" obviously had a pun in it. Seeing the two men dressed like this, Yang Zhao guessed that Jia Chang wanted these two men to serve him.
Yang Zhao took a brief look and found that the bodies of the two women were extremely well-proportioned and graceful. There was no trace under the transparent gauze clothes. Their smooth bodies were exposed in front of him, which made Yang Zhao feel hot all over. He nodded lightly and said
"You guys can stay and wait." Then he turned and walked towards the inner room.
Note 1: In the Tang Dynasty, techniques such as carpentry and farming were not allowed. However, iron smelting and horse smuggling were strictly prohibited. If you dared to do anything about this without any background, you would probably die miserably.
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