Well, such a small number of people were extremely sparsely distributed on both sides of the extremely wide imperial street. They were not as large as the number of city defense troops who came to respond after hearing the news.

Under such circumstances, coupled with the fact that it was getting dark, Zhao Guan's family did not delay. He rejected the suggestion of the Tokyo Stay Bureau to welcome the officials and go to Ouchi. Instead, after entering the Suzaku Gate and entering the inner city, he went directly to Zongze's residence.

The Bian River flows away from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When he arrived at the gate of the mansion, Zong Ze's son Zong Ying had already knelt down to greet him. It was obvious that Zong Ze had known about the arrival of Zhao Guan's family and had been prepared for it.

Seeing this, Zhao Guan's family had nothing to say. They just comforted Zong Ying with a few words, and followed him into the mansion. When they reached the main hall, they saw a lean old man in coarse cloth, supported by his attendants.

, standing inside the door, staring intently at the door.

Zhao Jiu did not dare to hesitate and immediately stepped forward, preparing to help the other party by herself.

However, when he came up to him, he had not yet touched him, and under the twilight, which was not yet completely dark, and in the moonlight, the old man looked at him with a stern smile, not like a terminally ill person:

"Are the officials seeing that the minister is about to die, and are they rushing to seize the power of the remaining commanders in Tokyo to prevent their position from being unstable? Or are they losing people's hearts in Nanyang and trying to use the city of Tokyo to fool the people of the world?"

There was an obvious uproar behind him.

Zhao Jiu was slightly startled, but he still stepped forward to help the other person from the attendant's hands, and then responded in a serious voice in a low voice: "Have both, which makes Mr. Zong laugh."

This time, when it came to Zongze, he was slightly startled and then became speechless.

One of them stood inside the door, the other stood outside the door, arms crossed. After waiting for a long time, the person inside the door sighed: "On the Lantern Festival, the officials return to their hometown, and the ministers serve as guardians.

We are short of supplies, so we have to invite the officials in for a drink..."

Hearing this, the officials in Nanyang and Tokyo were obviously relieved after hearing this, but Zhao Jiu was awe-inspiring, and then became more and more serious.

However, after thinking for a long time, he could only say sincerely and seriously: "Thank you, Mr. Xun Zong!"

ps: Thank you to my book friend Gunslinger for the 50,000 starting coin reward... I am very grateful.
Chapter completed!