Chapter 271 Start

In February of the eighth year of Tianbao, Wang Zhongsi committed the private establishment of the Eastern Palace and was sentenced by the Grand Secretariat to commit crimes of rebellion. However, Ge Shuhan, deputy envoy of Longyou Jiedu, begged in the court with generous words and tears, and was willing to redeem the titles with officials. Emperor Li Longji of the Tang Dynasty was finally inspired by his sincerity, and Wang Zhongsi was exempted from his death sentence and demoted to the prefect of Hanyang.

He then appointed Ren Geshuhan as the Chief of the Censor of the Censor, the Chief of the Censor, Longyou, the governor of Hexi and the prefect of Xiping. Geshuhan finally replaced Wang Zhongsi and became a chief official in the border area. At the same time, his plea for Wang Zhongsi also won him a very good reputation in the army.

But the settlement of Wang Zhongsi's case was just the beginning. On the second day after Wang Zhongsi was demoted and left Chang'an, a bombshell that was enough to change the history of the Tang Dynasty exploded over Chang'an. The prince Li Heng was deposed and moved out of the Eastern Palace and moved back to the original Prince Zhong's mansion. The news was immediately invincible. He was shocked, sighed, ecstatic, indifferent, and various expressions intertwined on the faces of different people. From then on, the Tang Dynasty's situation moved to an unstable era.

‘Swish-’ The sharp copper whistle echoed over the Leyouyuan. After a while, a black dot appeared in the air. Gradually the black dot magnified. It was a strong falcon. Its rushes forward with a master who swooped straight to the ground, and when it was about five feet away from the ground, it steadily landed on a man about thirty years old. The young man showed an intoxicated look in his eyes. He hurriedly took out a piece of jerky meat and fed it to the falcon. Then he touched the eagle's neck lovingly, as if he was stroking the snow-white skin of his beloved woman.

At this time, a fast horse rushed up from the side, and a long-faced man of the same age whipped and laughed, "Brother Wuji, how about this eagle?"

This young man is Zhang Qiu Wuji, the son of Zhang Qiu and Qiong. He was originally the chief clerk of Xinping County, Ningzhou. His four-year term expired and was awarded the upper grade every year. He was promoted to the chief clerk of Wugong County. He was currently in office.

The man with a long face is Cui Shuhuai, the son of Cui Qiao, the minister of Guanglu Temple. Three years ago, Cui Shuhuai was transferred to the Ministry of Revenue by Li Qing due to Cui Qiao's affection. Half a year later, he was transferred to the position of the Crown Prince's Neifanggong. Although he was promoted to the level, he was an idle position. Cui Shuhuai was extremely capable of being an official, but he was a master of hunting and running horses, and he liked drinking and playing with women very much. Therefore, his idle position fulfilled his wishes and wandered on the streets of Chang'an all day long. Because of his great background, no one dared to care about him. His mother was the princess of the royal family, his father was a high-ranking official in the court, and the girl was the daughter-in-law of the right prime minister. There was another relationship that little is known, that is, his wife was Zhang Qiu Jianqiong's niece. It was precisely because of this relationship that when Li Qing entered Beijing, Zhang Qiu Jianqiong ordered him to introduce the prince to Cui Qiao.

However, Zhang Qiu Wuji is white and fat, and looks quite similar to his father. He has been very strict in his family since he was a child. He smiled and could not speak loudly, and could not be in charge of the wind. He locked in the study all day long to study and study, which also formed his depressed personality. He had very few friends. After coming to the capital, he also knew Cui Shuhuai alone. Zhang Qiu Wuji reluctantly returned the bronze whistle and Ying to Cui Shuhuai. He touched the back of the eagle again and said with a bitter smile: "Eagle is naturally the best, but I have received Brother Xuehuai's intention. The father of the eagle will not allow me to take it home, so I'd better give it to you!"

"Brother Wuji is thirty years old, when will he grow up?"

Cui Shuhuai took the eagle and glanced at him and said, "Do you know what everyone is talking about you outside? You are a nerd, and you are transferred to the capital by relying on your father's Yinze."

"Nonsense!" Zhang Qiu Wuji's face turned red: "I have been evaluated every year in the middle and upper grades. I was promoted to Beijing County after four years. This is all my own efforts. What does it have to do with my father?"

Cui Shuhuai patted his shoulder and smiled, "This is just the view of those stupid men and fools. You can't really do it. If Wuji is a nerd, how could he give Miss Niannu, who is unparalleled in singing yesterday? Now it's past noon, so why don't we go to Tianxianglou?"

When talking about Nian Nu, the leader of the four famous prostitutes in Chang'an, Zhang Qiu Wuji's eyes suddenly lit up, but then dimmed again, "I was scolded by my father when I went home last night. He ordered me to go home for dinner tonight, so I won't go. Let's go alone with my sad brother!"

A trace of undetectable strange color flashed in Cui Shuhuai's eyes. He took out a silk silk from the bag he carried with him and smiled and said, "The guest house has a new green willow color. Whose thing is this?"

Zhang Qiuwuji was stunned and he stuttered: "This is Miss Niannu's silk, why is it in your hands?"

Cui Shuhuai stuffed silk silk to him and laughed and said, "You are unwilling to report your name, the mansion, her maid asked about your details all over the city, but in the end she had no choice but to give me the handkerchief and ask me to hand it over to you. What kind of person am I? How could Miss Niannu like me?"

Zhang Qiuwuji stroked the smooth silk scarf, his eyes were full of tenderness. At this moment, his memory of the falcon had given way to his longing for the beautiful couple like flowers.

Her waist gradually straightened, and Zhang Qiuwuji ignored his father's strict orders and resolutely said: "Let's go! Let's go to Tianxianglou."

"I returned to Huang Tan, and I came back to Zhu Lang. When I returned to Huang Tan Bai, where did I find him? I knew that I could not speak in my heart, and then I made a wheel spin. When I knew each other, I was afraid that I would hear him."

The quiet and affectionate songs still echo in Zhang Qiu Wuji's ears. Xiao Qiao's appearance is as gentle as water. Niannu's every frown and smile makes him fascinated, and his grievances and sighs make him dream of him.

The weak and boneless jade finger was pressed on the back of his hand, "My heart is like ice jade, would you accept it?"

Zhang Qiu Wuji gently stroked the back of his hand, savoring the cool and delicate taste, and murmured, "I do, of course I do, but..." He sighed in pain, and Cui Shuhuai's ridiculous laughter echoed in his mind: 'Zhang Qiu Zhuan has that heart, but not that courage. With his father here, he can only be a heartless man.' Zhang Qiu Wuji's hand couldn't help but hold the chair cushion tightly, and his knuckles were pinched white.

It was already an hour before Wanlai was silent. The carriage turned around and slowly stopped in front of the gate of Taipingfang. Zhang Qiuwuji seemed to have woken up from his dream. The gatekeeper went up to knock on the door. The gatekeeper recognized it as the carriage on the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, and did not dare to stop it. He quietly put the carriage into the gate. After walking for a while, he slowly stopped in front of the gate of the mansion. The gatekeeper had already closed his door. He suddenly remembered his father's morning order and couldn't help but beat a small drum in his heart. At this time, the coachman came down and opened the door and whispered: "Young Master, let's go to the back door! There is a locust tree over there that can be turned in."

Zhang Qiu Wuji hesitated for a long time before nodding reluctantly, "Then the carriage will drive over directly."

Just as the carriage started, the side door suddenly opened, and a family member walked out and waved, "Young Master, the master is waiting in the hall."

Zhang Qiuwuji's face turned pale. If his father was waiting in the study, he still had room for discussion, but waiting in the hall would be a family law. "Hurry! Turn around and go to Cui Mansion." He was so anxious that he urged him repeatedly, but the coachman did not move. He smiled bitterly for a long time: "Young master, you don't know the master's temper, just accept your fate!"

"Accept your fate!" Nian Nu's resentful eyes suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Qiu Wuji's eyes, "Can I only accept my fate?"

"No! I don't want to accept my fate," blood gradually surged on his forehead, his pale face turned red, and a long-lost courage grew in his heart, "Niannu, I'll discuss with my father now. No matter what, I must marry you!" He pushed open the car door, jumped out of the carriage, and walked towards the mansion.

At the same moment when Zhang Qiu Wuji was fighting for his beloved woman, in Li Linfu's study, the owner Li Linfu looked at the ceiling with his eyes and gently stroked his huge nose with one hand. He glanced at the person in the corner and said coldly: "Do he really like that woman?"

In the corner of the study, Cui Shuhuai, who had just broken up with Zhang Qiu Wuji, was standing with his hands down. He looked at Li Linfu's face carefully, but was swept by his sharp eyes. He was so scared that his legs trembled. He hurriedly replied: "I have used the technique of the pi and the horse and falcon. He was not tempted, but he has a special liking for Niannu in Tianxianglou, so he should be in love with the true love."

Perhaps because of Cui Shuhuai's hard work, or perhaps because of Cui Liuliu, who gave birth to a grandson for himself, Li Linfu's face gradually calmed down. He smiled and said, "Niannu can be the top red prostitute in Chang'an, so she has the ability. Zhang Qiu Wuji is in his prime and it is normal that it is difficult to resist. What I care about is whether he can turn against a bitch and his father."

The noble Prime Minister actually talked to himself in a negotiated tone. Cui Shuhuai suddenly felt dizzy and was extremely excited. He swallowed and stammered: "Wuji, no! Zhang Qiu Wuji grew up with his subordinates. His subordinates knew him the most. I remember that when he was twelve years old, he ran to Yanta to see the title of Jinshi. He went home late, but was beaten by his father. In anger, he ran away from home for three days and did not return. In the end, his father was softened. So although he was usually as timid as a rabbit in front of his father, once he was serious, his temperament would become fierce. He was completely different, and even ten cows could not be pulled back."

Li Linfu smiled faintly, "That's why you dare to pat your chest in front of your true self and promise?"

"Yes! I can guarantee that Zhang Qiuwuji will definitely turn against his father for this woman."

"Okay, I believe you once."

Li Linfu nodded, and he took out a wooden box from the cabinet and handed it to Cui Shuhuai and said, "This is the five thousand acres of land deeds in Xinping County. You can hand it over to that woman. As long as she has a way to let Zhang Qiu Wuji sign and seal it on it, I will agree to her request."

Cui Xuanhuai's hand seemed to be burned by fire, and suddenly took the wooden box, his heart pounding. Where was the land deed in it? It was clearly Zhang Qiu Jianqiong's death talisman. He said in a trembling voice: "That subordinate has said goodbye."

Li Linfu slowly stepped forward, gently pressed Cui Shuhuai's shoulder, stared into his eyes and said, "I have high expectations for you, don't let me down."

Cui Shuhuai was extremely excited and 'Pu!' knelt on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and cried: "My subordinates are willing to repay the kindness of the prime minister!"

"Go! I will remember you."

Li Linfu listened to Cui Shuhuai's brisk footsteps gradually disappearing, and a gloomy sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "Zhang Qiu, you can't imagine this move I've taken in your dream!"

In Suzhou, in a manor on the south bank of Shihu, Li Qiu, the son of King Qing, was discussing plans to assassinate Li Qing with Taoist Wang.

Perhaps because of the lake, the room was very wet, and the walls and roofs were faintly emitting a musty smell. The living conditions here were much different from those in the city's mansion, but they were very safe. Although the conditions were not good, Li Qiu's mood was extremely light these days. The deposed prince made his father's hope of entering the Eastern Palace greatly increased, and he also saw the possibility of his ascension to the future. Now, how to assassinate Li Qing and successfully frame King Yong has become an urgent task.

"Master, I'm only worried that if Li Qing himself refuses to go and sends his men to him after he shows up for 100,000 taels of silver, what should I do now?"

In name, Wang Daoren was Li Qiu's western seat, so Li Qiu has always respected him very much. This time Wang Daoren came to Suzhou to make a plan personally, and King Qing gave him absolute command, including Li Qiu, must also obey his arrangements. The first step in his layout was to disappear for a few days, so that Li Qing had nothing to find, making his heart anxious, and then put on bait to gain the upper hand psychologically. Now that there is an accident in the East Palace, Li Qing must be eager to return to Chang'an, and the time is ripe.

"Don't worry, the old Taoist has studied Li Qing's style of doing things. He likes to experience it himself. Moreover, he has not been to Taihu Lake after coming to Suzhou, so I'm sure he will definitely check it out in person."

Li Qiu was still resentful of the failure of the assassination of Li Qing in Yangzhou. This time, he could not fail again no matter what. He must let his father take a look. Li Qing, who was as deep as a sea, died in his hands. He couldn't help but slam his right fist and said fiercely: "I want to direct this operation myself, and I must never let Li Qing survive again."

The king laughed, and he walked to Li Qiu and said earnestly: "Assassination of Li Qing is just a means, not our purpose. Our purpose is to blame King Yong and clear the obstacles for the old prince to enter the Eastern Palace. Therefore, it is not important whether Li Qing dies. What is important is that the assassination will happen in Guo Changshi's mansion. He is the second uncle of King Yong. Only in this way, even if Li Qing is not dead, King Yong cannot clear the suspicion of the arson cabinet. Does the little prince understand? The subtle thing of fighting for the position of the crown prince is enough."

Li Qiu also felt that what the master said was reasonable, but he was still unwilling to accept it: "But Li Qing is not dead, and this hatred of his father cannot be eliminated!"

The king couldn't help laughing. After a while, he suddenly stopped laughing, squinted his eyes and said coldly: "When the old prince ascended the throne, isn't it as easy to kill him as kill an ant?"
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