"Bang!"
"It's Huang Lao Xie, he always..."
"Bang!"
"Ah, I'm telling you, it's the imperial court!"
Yang Guo paused, "Who is this from the imperial court?"
The big man was covered in cold sweat, his face pale. He swallowed hard and said, "I overheard last time that it was a big shot in the court, second only to the emperor, and above everyone else."
"Who?" Yang Guo's face darkened.
"I, I, I only know this much, I don't know anything else."
Yang Guo pondered, "Second to one man, above ten thousand men, could it be the prince? The crown prince?"
Then, his face darkened, "The prime minister of the current dynasty is Ding Daquan!"
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Guo Mansion.
Lin Lang held the secret letter in his hand with a calm expression. He casually shook his true energy and shattered the letter into pieces.
"Ding Daquan, the treacherous prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty, instead of flattering Old Zhao, he chose to provoke Lin. Does he really think Lin is made of clay?"
Suddenly, he sneered and ordered, "Come here."
A member of the church quickly half-knelt on the ground, "Master."
"Go, send a message to Yang Youshi, and have him bring Ding Daquan's birth date and hair ribbon. They will be useful to me."
"Yes, I'll do it right away."
The believers quickly disappeared into the night.
Lin Lang put his hands behind his back and looked up at the starry sky with a hint of curiosity on his face.
“Haha, I wonder if there’s such a thing as bad luck in office in this world.
Ding Daquan, please bear with it for a while and be Lin's guinea pig for once!"
Lin Lang has a hundred ways to deal with Ding Daquan and make it impossible for him to survive in the Southern Song Dynasty.
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