Chapter 59 If you want his life, just say it!
Jiang Zhaorong smiled
awkwardly. The emperor looked at him and suddenly sighed: "My dear, you gave birth to a good daughter!"
Jiang Zhaorong: "???"
Alas, why is Jiang Zhiyu not his daughter? The emperor thought to himself.
If she is, why would there be so much trouble? He can just take her to court directly. It will be obvious who among the civil and military officials in the court has rebellious intentions.
Tianqi has never had a precedent of allowing women to attend court. The emperor now wants Jiang Zhiyu to attend court, but there are too many factors to consider, and the court officials will definitely oppose it.
If it is a princess, there will be no need for these twists and turns.
The emperor sighed again: "My dear, I will not hide it from you. I want Zhiyu to attend court. Do you have any idea?"
Jiang Zhaorong: "!!!"
What do you mean? ! Not only do you want me to offend that old man Sikong, you also want me to stand against all the ministers!
If you want his life, just say it!
No need to beat around the bush, just raise your sword and I'll give you this head!
Jiang Zhaorong roared in his heart, with a look of fear on his face: "Your Majesty is very kind to me, but Zhiyu is young and knows nothing about the important affairs of the court..."
Hiss, Jiang Zhaorong paused, don't know... don't they?
Officials are all shrewd people. Even if they didn't react just now, now that he thinks about it, Jiang Zhaorong has figured it out.
He concealed the look of fear in his eyes, lowered his head and said nothing.
Could it be...
Jiang
Zhiyu came back to his senses and glared at He Yanting: "Then how about making another bet, whether the emperor will send troops again?"
He Yanting chuckled.
The atmosphere eased a little, and He Yanting sat more casually: "Although I haven't met Miss San many times, I always feel that Miss San doesn't seem to like my face?"
"No, don't talk nonsense, it's your illusion."
Jiang Zhiyu directly denied three times.
[Joke, can I still say it to your face? I'm not stupid. ]
[Tell you: ah, yes, yes, yes, I just don't like your face, because you look like the Zombie King! ]
[How can you shake it out! ] He
Yanting: "..."
He hesitated, you... have already shaken it out.
But who is this Zombie King?
Why is the name so strange?
He wanted to say something else, but he saw Jiang Zhiyu stood up neatly and packed up his things.
"Okay, that's all for today. I won't come tomorrow. Mr. He, remember to take a walk on the street after receiving the news."
He Yanting's fingertips curled slightly, suppressing the strange emotions in his heart: "Of course."
His voice sounded a little strange. Jiang Zhiyu glanced at him and didn't see anything unusual.
[I must have heard it wrong.]
She opened her legs and walked out the door.
...
Jiang Zhiyu collapsed on the bed when she returned to the prime minister's residence. It's not that she didn't want to go to the clinic, but after making a bet with Lu Daizong that day, everyone was in a wait-and-see attitude.
Jiang Zhiyu saw several men with trembling legs coming out of the Zuiyue cage. After standing in front of the clinic for a while, they left in a huff.
It seems that we can only wait for Lu Daizong's propaganda.
One of the advantages of being a daughter of a prime minister is that she can live a life of luxury!
As she fell asleep, she was unaware that Jiang Zhaorong was getting anxious.
The emperor was very determined to let Zhiyu enter the court, and no matter how hard Jiang Zhaorong tried to persuade him, he couldn't change his mind.
This was not good.
If the emperor could really hear Zhiyu's thoughts, then his intention to let her enter the court would be obvious.
But doing so would also be equivalent to pushing Zhiyu to the forefront.
Although no one has more power than the emperor, if such ability were to be leaked, who wouldn't be tempted and want to have it?
Jiang Zhaorong looked solemn.
And right now, there is one most important thing. There is only one day left. Why hasn't the news of the earthquake in Mobei come yet?
...
In the blink of an eye, it was already late at night. Going around the courtyard, it was a completely different world.
The mountains stood tall, and after turning around the ridge, a vast wilderness appeared in front of him.
In the military tent, Jiang Wenjing, the second son of the Jiang family, was drinking and having fun with the soldiers.
With the recent ceasefire, they had a rare chance to relax. There were very few activities in the barracks, nothing more than martial arts competitions, drinking, and bragging.
Jiang Wenjing was different from these generals in background. Most of the other generals were born in humble families and admired him very much.
Whenever they drank, they would always pester him to talk about things in the capital, and use their imagination to piece together the Shengjing in their minds.
After drinking, everyone's words and actions became more casual, and the light armor was casually untied and piled together.
In the tent were all Jiang Wenjing's confidants, who spoke without restraint: "What do you think the old emperor is thinking? A few days ago, he was still determined to fight those barbarians back home, and the next second, he asked us to guard the defense line again? It's so frustrating, so frustrating!"
The man sitting on the right of Jiang Wenjing smiled and said, "Who said it wasn't? A few steps forward, we will really reach him. "I'm going to our hometown!"
Everyone in the tent burst into laughter. Someone joked, "Hey, you are different today. In the past, when talking about war, you always said that peace is the most precious thing. What's wrong now?"
He picked up the wine bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and pushed the arm of the person next to him: "Could it be that you want to go to that barbarian's hometown and pick up a beautiful girl?"
The people below immediately started to make a fuss, causing the man to blush abnormally.
Jiang Wenjing spoke up to rescue: "Okay, Ji Tong is thin-skinned, don't bother him." There was
a sudden booing in the tent, and someone said loudly: "I heard that the old emperor suddenly changed his mind because he heard a capable person in the capital say that there would be an earthquake on the way to the Northern Expedition!"
Jiang Wenjing frowned to avoid shaking the morale of the army. He had only told a few of his confidants about the news. Logically, this person should not know it.
How...
Jiang Wenjing looked at everyone with a puzzled look.
They had all drunk a lot of wine, and now the alcohol was rushing to their brains, and they spoke even more without measure: "Bullshit! What earthquake? It's just that the old emperor was scared!"
Although it is said that the emperor is far away, this kind of words cannot be said in public. Jiang Wenjing said in
a low voice: "Be careful with your words!" Awakened by his warning, the person who spoke swallowed his saliva, and knew that he had said something outrageous. He sat down obediently and dared not say another word.
Jiang Wenjing sighed lightly: "Everyone is drunk. Don't let anyone know what happened today. Pack up and go to rest. We will continue training as usual tomorrow!"
"Yes!"
Everyone agreed and packed up their things neatly.
It was almost midnight and everyone was fast asleep. A loud noise broke through the air and the earth began to shake, waking up the sleeping soldiers.
Jiang Wenjing ran out. He didn't need very good eyesight to see the mountains collapsing in the distance and huge rocks rolling down.
The crowd gasped: "It's true, there's really an earthquake!"
Jiang Wenjing waved his hand: "Quick, pack up your things and retreat another 500 meters! Come on, ride a fast horse and send a message back to Beijing!"