Chapter 180: Selling cloth without scissors

"More than a thousand people in Jinzhou have died or been injured due to this epidemic. Everyone from Mobei to Shengjing must pass through my Jinzhou land. I thought that you must feel guilty when you see this!"

He suddenly attacked, and the Mobei envoys and Torre were stunned.

Then, an unknown anger rose from Torre's heart.

What is there to feel guilty about? Those bastards, if they die, they die. What's more, it was something that Bol made, what does it have to do with him?

As he got excited, his eyes began to turn red again.

[To expect such people to understand guilt, isn't it like selling cloth without scissors - nonsense.]

Emperor: "..."

His original intention was not to make them feel guilty.

He just wanted to use this opportunity to make room for the follow-up.

If it could anger Torre and make him say something rude, that would be even better.

The Mobei envoy also noticed Torre's abnormality. He secretly said in his heart that it was not good. He took a step forward, lifted his robe and knelt in the center of the hall, clasped his head on the back of his hands and said: "Mobei's actions this time were indeed negligent. I hope Your Majesty will forgive us."

Negligence, is it negligence of the power of the epidemic, or negligence that they can find the real Bol?

The emperor leaned back in his chair, looking down.

In just one sentence, the redness in Torre's eyes had completely faded, leaving only slightly shaking legs, revealing his inner irritability.

[To say that Torre is better than his brother, it's a pity that the old man is partial to his eldest son and helps his eldest son harm his youngest son. ]

The emperor and Jiang Wenjing immediately pricked up their ears.

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[Boer was suspicious, and the two brothers had always been at odds. Even though the people of Mobei were accustomed to fratricide, Bol still didn't want to be known as a brother killer, so he drugged Tore to give him a headache. ]

[The Khan only believed in strength. Tore was drugged by his brother, which only showed that he was incompetent. The Khan would not even look at such a son, and even helped to cover up for Bol when Tore was about to find out. ]

[It's a pity. If he hadn't been drugged, Tore would have been much stronger than Bol. ]

The emperor's eyes were deep, and his eyes looking at Tore were unpredictable.

The Mobei envoy knelt for a long time, and no one spoke, so he couldn't help but raise his head.

The emperor tilted his head to look at him, his eyes like an eagle's hook, which startled the Mobei envoy's heartbeat.

"I'm tired, go down first."

This...

The Mobei envoy wanted to say something, but was stopped by Fuping, who waved his hand and pulled him out of the door.

Torre hurriedly stood up the moment the emperor spoke, and walked out of the hall without looking back.

He was very irritated.

The two figures disappeared, and Jiang Wenjing stepped forward and very consciously reported his impression of Torre on the battlefield.

It was almost the same as Jiang Zhiyu's thoughts, both of them acted rashly and easily impulsive.

But correspondingly, the tactics he formulated were indeed good. If he had not acted impulsively, there were several times when he might have been able to turn the situation around.

The emperor listened to his words, thinking.

Jiang Zhiyu's mind was not on this. She stared at Jiang Wenjing who was talking freely, and couldn't help but say in her heart:

[I don't know if Ji Tong is up to something. According to the current situation, he will definitely ask his second brother to find his younger brother for him, and then seize the time to pass on the information.]

Jiang Wenjing paused while reporting .

When he went out this morning, Ji Tong did mention this to him in a tactful way, but he was busy meeting the delegation at the time and didn't pay attention to him.

Jiang Wenjing lowered his eyes and continued to report in a flat tone.

Who is Ji Tong?

The emperor looked at Jiang Wenjing with a scrutinizing look.

According to Zhiyu's thoughts, Ji Tong doesn't look like a good person.

Why did Jiang Wenjing keep him by his side?

The emperor's suspicion gradually grew in his heart, but he soon suppressed it.

He believed Zhiyu.

Although she called the emperor a dog every day and kept the regicide in her mind, he was still sitting there well.

What's more, since he heard her voice, he could govern the court with twice the result with half the effort.

The emperor nodded affirmatively.

Yes, Zhiyu and Wen Jing must have their own deep meaning in doing this.

...

In the prime minister's residence, Jiang Zhaorong stood in front of the study wall, his eyes hesitant, and after a moment, he finally raised his hand and pressed the grid on the wall.

The wall turned over, leaving a passage that only one person could pass through. Jiang Zhaorong walked slowly, and it was pitch black in front of him, but he walked as if it were flat ground.

When he walked to the front, a light suddenly appeared. Jiang Zhaorong's eyes were cold, and he stepped in.

There was an ice coffin in the middle of the room. There was no one in the coffin. Jiang Zhaorong leaned over and took out a package from the coffin, and slowly opened it.

There were some children's toys and jewelry in the package. Jiang Zhaorong picked them up one by one and examined them

carefully. Inside a jade bracelet, he vaguely saw a word "微". He stroked the jade bracelet with his fingers, his eyes dim, and after a long time, he sighed. She

really didn't lie to him...

Jiang Zhaorong didn't know whether he was happy or angry at the moment. He put the things away and put the package back into the ice coffin.

He glanced around the room and turned to walk towards the exit.

No, these alone are not enough to prove her identity.

Jiang Zhaorong thought as he walked.

After so many years, if there really was something, there should be some clues. It doesn't make sense that he hasn't found a single clue until now.

Jiang Zhaorong closed his eyes lightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of determination.

He had to go to Jinzhou!

After coming out of the secret passage, Jiang Zhaorong had just closed the door when he heard the sound of a branch breaking.

He immediately turned around and shouted, "Who?!"

The servants outside the door had already been sent away by him. Jiang Zhaorong frowned and walked to the door.

There was only the sound of wind outside the door.

He stepped out of the door with doubts in his heart, looked around, and looked at the clean snow without footprints outside, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked back into the house, closed the door, and sat at the desk, but he could not see a single word.

There was no time to delay, Xu Youran had given up on him now, and his children had his blood in their bodies after all. If he tried hard, he might be able to persuade her back.

But Song Shiwei...

Jiang Zhaorong took a deep breath.

He had to make a decision.

...

The next day, when the emperor mentioned sending people to inspect the disaster relief, Jiang Zhaorong took the lead and stepped forward. Under the surprised gazes of his colleagues, his voice was firm.

"I, your humble servant, would like to offer disaster relief to Jinzhou."

As soon as these words came out, all the civil and military officials in the court could not help but gasp.

Where is Jinzhou now? Even if they had Jiang Zhiyu's pills, they could not help but worry.

This is gambling with their own lives.

There was confusion and doubt in the eyes of the ministers, and some were full of admiration.

The Prime Minister could do this for the people of Jinzhou!

Xu Yanli also frowned slightly.

Based on his understanding of Jiang Zhaorong, just for a good name, it would not be enough for him to do this...