The bet between Jiang Zhiyu and Lu Daizong spread like wildfire. In the past few days, anyone who saw Lu Daizong had an ambiguous smile on his face.
Inside Qingfeng Pavilion, two concubines poured wine. Gao Yan held the wine glass and said tentatively, "I heard that Miss Jiang has been running back and forth between the General's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion these days, and every time she goes, she brings a carriage full of medicinal herbs. I'm a little worried..."
"What are you worried about?" Lü Daizong interrupted, raising his eyes, the dark circles under his eyes becoming more and more obvious. "A twelve-year-old girl, knowing a little bit of medical skills, thinks she has no idea how high the heavens are and how deep the earth is."
"Yes, yes," Gao Yan agreed, and seeing his expression, "Yes, even if she received guidance from a miracle doctor, it wouldn't matter. In a few days, she'll be crying and begging for mercy from you, hahahahaha."
Lu Daizong's expression eased slightly, his brows relaxed. "Of course. Now that she's in my hands, no matter how she tries, she can't get out!"
Hearing the meaning behind his words, Gao Yan's eyes took on a lustful look: "You want to..."
The two looked at each other, and everything was said without words.
Gao Yan laughed heartily, pulled the sturdy mistress over and gave her a kiss: "With your skills, don't let that girl die in a few days."
Lu Daizong drank the wine in his cup in one gulp and said: "When I get tired of playing, you can also have a share."
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"A-choo, A-choo," Jiang Zhiyu sneezed twice in succession while preparing the medicine.
【???, who is scolding me?】
Beside her, He Yanting held a book in one hand and pushed the hot tea towards her with the other.
"Thank you." Jiang Zhiyu picked it up and took a few sips.
He Yanting had an old injury on his leg, and coupled with the acupuncture treatment he had received in recent years, recuperation was crucial.
If this continues, the fake paralytic will become a real paralytic in a year.
Even so, I am still left with sequelae, my legs are weak and I have no strength.
After spending a few days together, Jiang Zhiyu was finally able to ignore his appearance and live under the same roof with him calmly.
But in my heart, I still complain from time to time.
[Poor kid, he was stabbed in the back by the person who saved him. Who could have imagined this?]
He Yanting looked calm, as if he hadn't heard anything.
But in fact, he was tired of hearing it.
Seeing that Jiang Zhiyu was about to repeat herself, He Yanting put down the scroll in his hand and sighed, "Miss Jiang, tomorrow is the last day, and there is still no news of the earthquake."
"I know, I know. Why are you in such a hurry?"
Jiang Zhiyu frowned impatiently.
[Big brother is pushing me, he's pushing me too, it's like he's pushing me to death day by day!]
"Isn't there still one day left? One less day, and it's not even a week. If you keep pushing me, I'll go crazy and show you!"
He Yanting: “…”
Do you remember that you have two bets?
"That day, the Third Miss assured me that an earthquake would occur in Mobei. That's why I went to the palace to ask His Majesty to revoke his order. But now, there's been no news of the earthquake, and His Majesty has already expressed dissatisfaction in the court."
He Yanting stared at her with his dark eyes: "You must know that the Second Young Master is still in the camp. The Emperor may order him to go north at any time!"
Jiang Zhiyu frowned.
At the same time, there was a quarrel in the court.
The entire Golden Palace was like a vegetable market, divided into two factions - the pro-war faction headed by Sikong Gou Yuanjing and the conservative faction headed by the prime minister, who were swearing at each other fiercely.
The emperor on the dragon throne looked down, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.
"That barbarian is extremely rampant. Not only did he slaughter my people, he also wantonly tested the border between the two countries. This is a challenge to the prestige of my country. You have to fight, Your Majesty!"
Gou Yuanjing burst into tears. Jiang Zhaorong stepped forward and retorted, "What are you talking about, Sikong? We should always prioritize the overall situation. The barbarians are acting so recklessly, but they are just trying to lure the enemy deeper. If we really send troops, wouldn't we be playing into their trap?"
Gou Yuanjing's mouth twitched, his goatee quivering wildly. "But barbarians, how could they have such complicated thoughts? It's the Prime Minister who has been against it since the beginning. Perhaps he's worried about his son and doesn't want him to go to the battlefield!"
These words were truly heartbreaking. Without even glancing at the emperor's face, Jiang Zhaorong quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying, "Your Majesty, as a parent, it's natural to worry when your son is on the battlefield. However, I also know that he is first a general of Tianqi, and only then your son. I will not ignore the overall situation because of this matter!"
The emperor remained silent. Gou Yuanjing, confident of victory, raised his eyebrows and said, "This is just a reasonable guess. Why are you so excited?"
Jiang Zhaorong raised his head and said, "Since that's the case, then Sikong has always advocated for war, completely ignoring the possibility that it might be a conspiracy set up by that barbarian. Can I also reasonably guess that Sikong has made a deal with that barbarian and is collaborating with the enemy and committing treason?"
This crime was much more serious than what Gou Yuanjing had said. The officials immediately dared not speak. They looked at each other, and the air seemed to be frozen.
Gou Yuanjing's old face turned ashen, and veins popped out on his forehead. "You old bastard, how dare you frame me! You are a traitor and a traitor, and everyone has the right to kill you!"
As he spoke, he smashed the imperial sceptre in his hand towards him.
Jiang Zhaorong dodged to the side and missed the attack. Gou Yuanjing was furious and snatched the imperial tablets from other people and threw them out. The important officials nearby were dumbfounded.
The emperor shouted, slammed the armrest of the dragon throne, and stood up suddenly: "How dare you! How dare you!"
The ministers knelt down like a tide, shouting, "Your Majesty, please calm down."
The emperor's facial muscles trembled slightly: "As a subject, you are so disrespectful in front of the emperor. Do you still have me as the emperor in your heart?!"
Everyone was trembling like sieves. The emperor breathed a sigh of relief. "Come here, take the Minister of Justice to the prison in the Ministry of Justice and await your punishment. The Prime Minister will accompany me. Summon the troops back to the capital. The Northern Expedition will be discussed later. I dismiss the court!"
After he said that, he turned away, and Jiang Zhaorong quickly got up from the ground and followed him.
After the two figures disappeared, the officials whispered to each other.
After this incident, everyone had new considerations about Jiang Zhaorong's weight in the emperor's heart.
Gou Yuanjing tremblingly brushed away his colleague's hand, straightened his back and walked out of the palace gate.
After leaving everyone's sight, the emperor's furious expression instantly disappeared. Jiang Zhaorong bowed his head respectfully and said, "In my humble opinion, Sikong is not the one who collaborates with the enemy and commits treason."
"How do you know?"
Jiang Zhaorong couldn't fathom his thoughts, so he replied conservatively, "Although Sikong was angry, his eyes were clear, showing no sign of guilt. I said this in front of everyone. If Sikong had really done this, he would have hesitated, suspecting me of having evidence. But Sikong didn't hesitate and flew into a rage. In my humble opinion, Sikong had nothing to do with this matter."
The emperor looked him up and down for a moment, until Jiang Zhaorong's back was soaked with sweat, and then he chuckled: "My dear, your thoughts are consistent with mine."
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