Chapter 322 [That Killer]

In the distance, walking under the water-painted boat corridor, were two people, both of whom were outstanding.

The old man is kind and kind, and his body is so powerful that people dare not look directly at him. But the young man, dressed in black clothes, looks like a dragon and a phoenix, and he walks with unparalleled dignity.

"Since you're back, go back and see your father when you have time. He misses you very much."

The young man smiled and said nothing. He did not answer the question, but said to himself, "Your Majesty must be sad and worried when you resign and return to your hometown."

"I am too old to bear the divine grace. What the court needs are young talents like you, and I should have retired a long time ago. This time I have solved the major problem of the left prime minister forming a party for selfish purposes, and it is a big deal."

"The left prime minister is the most important minister of the emperor. It is inevitable that he will lose his clarity of mind because of his closeness. How can we prevent it if the adults are not around? It is impossible to eliminate it. Without adults around to look after him, the emperor will listen more and more as he gets older."

Zou Zhenggang never expected that he would dare to speak so much, and after he retired, he did not find a suitable person to recommend to the Holy Emperor. This was also the reason for his delay in returning to his hometown this time.

There are no ministers in the court who dare to remonstrate to death. The old ministers only care about protecting themselves, but the new ministers are not stable and dare not speak out.

The Holy One is also a human being. Even during the Qingming Dynasty, he will inevitably be confused for a while. If someone in a high position makes a small mistake, the common people cannot afford it.

Zou Zhenggang calmly looked at the man before and after him, and saw that he had an extraordinary demeanor and a calm expression. Even those older than him may not be so calm and calm. He made a thought in his mind and decided to leave more people to observe and observe him. If he could be introduced,

It is also a pleasure to give it to the Holy One.

“Where do you plan to go next?”

Xue An heard this and looked towards the lake. The beautiful scenery of water and sky in the distance made people forget to leave. He slightly cupped his hands and replied slowly: "Now that I have come to Hengzhou, I will naturally bother you for a few days."

Zou Zhenggang twirled his beard and smiled, "It's so good. Hengzhou opera has been famous for a long time. Let's watch it together in the evening."

The water-painted boat is huge and floats on the shore of the lake, surrounded by a traceless lakeside.

Zou Zhenggang was a low-key person, with only one person following him, and everyone else hidden in the dark.

The theater is set up in the lobby of the painting boat, with seats and tables around it and a half-draped bamboo curtain in the middle.

Zou Zhenggang worked hard all his life, and even his only son died for the imperial court. At the age when he was married to his grandson, he could only live alone, looking very desolate.

Xue Anduan looked at Zou Zhenggang's lonely expression and could easily guess the reasons. The two were chatting and laughing, quite like a father and son.

As soon as the play started, a group of servants came from the water-decorated boat carrying tea.

Xue An had a smile on his face, but when the servant was collecting the pot, he inadvertently saw that there was no thick callus on the knuckles of a servant.

He looked at it for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and casually glanced at the two servants at the table. Without changing his expression, he stretched out his hand to slightly lift the tea cup, closed his eyes and sniffed lightly. The white smoke on the tea slowly blurred his face.

After the first half of the play was sung, there was a burst of cheers on the water-decked boat. Xue An waited for the cheers to die down, looked at the play in the hall, and put the teacup back on the table with a puzzled look on his face, "What is this play about?"

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When the old opera singer heard this, he subconsciously glanced at Jiang Zuilan, a trace of panic flashing in his eyes.

He could tell a few things about how to sing this play, but he didn't know what it was about. How could he expect that someone would ask...

The person holding the tea stood aside without moving, but he looked stiff because he was too calm.
Chapter completed!