Chapter 45

Brothers and feet are tragic, civil officials and military generals are fighting in the palace

Brothers fight, North Yanan Nansi and Gaoyang fight for troops

"Cultivating oneself, managing the family, governing the country, and pacifying the world" is a philosophy of life advocated by scholars throughout the ages. Although Wang Zhijie was smart, he could not escape the rut of the old feudal literati thinking. Of course, he disagreed with "cultivating oneself, managing the family". But "governing the country, pacifying the world" is something that any aspiring young man dreams of.

Just when Wang Zhijie was confident that he wanted to take Zhao Qin and replace him, gather his original team in the capital for his own use, a small mistake appeared - the soldier who came from Jiangbei to deliver a letter to Zhao Qin, who didn't even know his name actually fled from the mansion.

Wang Zhijie also secretly wondered what was wrong - the people in Jiuliancheng were indeed as slippery as loaches.

Late at night, Mao Shikeng had already fallen asleep in his bedroom. Suddenly, a servant rushed outside his bedroom to report: "Mao Xiang, an army soldier from the Jiangbei Imperial Camp Command came to the mansion and claimed that he had something important to tell me."

When Mao Shikeng heard that a whistleblower had come from Jiangbei, his hazy sleepiness suddenly disappeared. He quickly called the servants to help him change clothes and wash, and sat down at the festival hall before he asked the servants to bring the soldiers from Jiangbei to ask questions.

After a while, the soldier from Jiangbei arrived at the festival hall, knelt down, and shouted: "Little Minor Qin Qingtong, pay homage to the old Prime Minister."

Mao Shikeng looked at the black, thin, black and thin Qin Qingtong in front of him. He was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a medium figure, and his face looked very rough. Perhaps because he had not slept peacefully for several nights, his eyes were deeply sunk in, and his dirty and coarse robe was covered with holes everywhere, just like a beggar.

Mao Shikeng looked at him for a while, frowned slightly, and asked him, "Did you come from Jiangbei?"

"Yes." Qin Qingtong kowtowed to the ground and replied: "The youngest one is a royal under the command of the Imperial Camp of Jiangbei. If you have important matters here, please report to the prime minister."

"Well..." Mao Shikeng nodded and asked him: "Why do you, a young man from Jiangbei, come to the capital to see me?"

Qin Qingtong replied: "The youngest came here to pay homage to the prime minister by the old prince's instructions."

When Mao Shikeng heard that he was sent by Zhao Qin to find him, his face changed in fear. He jumped out of the chair, walked around the back of the pillar next to him, and said tremblingly: "You... are you trying to assassinate the true form?"

Compared with Zhao Qinhu's appearance as a man-eating tiger after falling into Pingyang, Mao Shikeng's cherishment of life really made Qin Qingtong look down on this imperial priest from the bottom of his heart. He knelt there, but straightened his backbone and sneered: "Prince, don't panic. I came to the Prime Minister this time to ruin Mao's life, but there is a secret matter of the old prince to report to the Prime Minister." As he said that, he kowtowed heavily to the ground.

When Mao Shikeng heard that he had no intention of murdering him, his face suddenly sank. He patted the coffee table heavily and scolded in a deep voice: "Bold! How dare you show off your rebellious prince in my mansion? Take it down for me if you come!"

As soon as Mao Shikeng finished speaking, two strong men jumped out of the hall and pressed Qin Qingtong firmly to the ground.

Qin Qingtong was still calm and said calmly: "Secret Mao, don't you want to know what the old prince wants me to bring to you?"

Mao Shikeng hurriedly covered his ears, his head shaking like a rattle, and he shouted loudly: "I don't listen, I don't listen! Mao Shikeng is loyal to His Majesty, how can I interact with the rioters of the country?"

Qin Qingtong laughed at the sky and said, "How can you be the priest of me, the Song Dynasty, as cautious as you, look forward to it? I think you should be the best place to retire and return home. Otherwise, you will be planned by Wang Zhijie sooner or later!"

Mao Shikeng didn't dare to talk to him, so he just stared at the two servants on both sides and shouted at them: "What are you doing here? Why don't you take him to the kitchen and take good care of him, so don't let me see this person again in the future!"

The two servants quickly took Qin Qingtong down.

Mao Shikeng sat back into the Grand Master's chair in dejectedly, and after a long time of fear, he slowly calmed down his mood. He now regretted it because he really wanted to know what conspiracy the old prince was going to play with him. However, he really didn't have the courage to say something to these traitors. So he called Master Gao, who dared to slap the third-rank official in the court, to the festival hall and asked him for advice on the inside.

Gao Ji was tall and fair in the left, and had a blessed look of "the heaven is full and the earth is round". He squinted his eyes and listened to Qin Qingtong's incident, but he couldn't figure out what the plan was like. So he volunteered to Mao Shikeng: "If the prime minister doesn't mind, Gao is willing to meet Qin Qingtong and find out."

Mao Shikeng clapped his hands and said, "Oh, the one who knows me is Gao Jizuo! I am a minister in the court, and I have a special status, so I can't have any connection with such chaotic ministers and slanderers at will. Ji Zuo, you are different. You are a gentle person. I'm here to ask Ji Zuo to meet him in the kitchen behind him. How about it?"

Gao Jizuo felt that Mao Shikeng was a little nervous. So he stood up and smiled disapprovingly: "Ji Zuo dared not obey orders."

When Gao Jizuo saw Qin Qingtong in the kitchen, the desperate man from Jiangbei was leaning against the firewood pile and closing his eyes to rest, and he was singing a small song "yayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya

Gao Jizuo was so happy that he said to Qin Qingtong jokingly: "Why are you still so happy when you die?"

Qin Qingtong opened his eyes, looked at the very fat master in front of him, and said with a humming voice: "Do you care about my bad life? If you want it, just take it now! As long as I live for one day, I will be happy for one day."

Gao Jizuo laughed and nodded and said, "Well, I think you are also a person with temperament. You came to the Prime Minister's Mansion today and said that you had the words of the old prince to bring to the Prime Minister. What are you saying?"

Qin Qingtong looked at Gao Ji for a left look and asked him, "So, who are you from him?"

Gao Jizuo bowed to him and said, "Gao Jizuo is Mao Xiang's master. I came to see you this time because I came here to ask questions by the Prime Minister."

Qin Qingtong sneered and said, "I can't tell that you, the master, are still a bit brave, better than our Prime Minister Mao. I am sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion this time to report Wang Zhijie's rebellion!"

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