This coming back is like a farewell, and it may take a long time before I come back again.

In fact, Wang Zheng didn't care. After meeting Luo Xiaomei and Luo Wu this time, and seeing his father surrounded by so many children, he felt relieved.

When leaving Yuzhou, Luo Xiaomei looked back and sighed, "When I was not here, I was always thinking about it. After I came back, I didn't feel at home anymore. Instead, I missed the small courtyard in the Grand Steward's Mansion. It's really strange."

Wang Zheng put his arm around his wife's shoulders and smiled, "Missing this place is a kind of sentiment. I miss the small courtyard of the Grand Steward's Mansion because that is our home."

Luo Xiaomei asked, "But this is also our home, right?"

Wang Zheng shook his head and explained, "To be precise, whether it is here or the small courtyard of the Grand Steward's Mansion, they are just our houses. The real home is actually made up of people.

Because Xiao Yuehua is there and Ping An will also go back, that's why he is worried about her.

When Wang Zheng returned to Chang'an, Wang Ping'an also received a letter from Wu Zheng. After reading it, Wang Ping'an left the yard with a bamboo stick, intending to go out and discuss with Li Xian.

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Li Xian shook his head and sighed, "It's useless. With your ability, you still let us stay here, which proves that the situation has reached a certain point. You can't have failed to persuade the emperor. It's useless for us to persuade him. After all, gossip can melt gold."

It seems that the situation in the court is very delicate. The master probably just doesn't want us to get into trouble. Mother, oh, my brother is too kind. "

The letter in Li Xian's hand was written by Wu Zetian. Apart from the mother-son relationship, there was only one thing she wanted: she hoped Li Xian would go back.

Li Xian shook his head and explained, "The essence of power is not a position, but a feeling of control over others. Well, sir, you are a saint, and you don't even have a servant at home. You probably haven't experienced the wonderful feeling of control.

"The throne is here?"

Wang Pingan did not feel embarrassed, but sighed and said: "The throne is in front of me, even Senior Brother Crown Prince can't keep his heart, isn't it my duty to test him a little bit?"

"Father hopes that we will continue to stay in Nanzhao and develop eastward first, connect with Yuzhou as soon as possible, and then turn to the west. This is similar to our plan. With the migration of the Ba people from my grandparents' side, it should speed up our progress."

After reading it, Wang Ping'an frowned.

"Of course I will continue to stay here. What are you going to do now? Are you waiting to be plotted against by those ministers?"

Li Xian sneered, "Haha, as long as my father is alive, there will be no such thing as the throne being held in the balance. Whoever strikes first will be in trouble. My brother will at least have a way out. Those ministers who are making trouble may even lose their families."

Wang Pingan also looked at Dongfang and fell silent. After a long while, he sighed and said, "The world is so vast, why bother fighting for power and profit?

In this sense, the gentleman should have understood the essence of power and suppressed the feeling of being superior. There are no servants in the house, probably because he doesn't want you to experience the feeling of controlling others.

At this time, Li Xian was standing in a pavilion and looking towards the northeast, which was the direction of Chang'an, holding a letter in his hands behind his back.

"So what do you think? Should you stay here or go back?"

It's more like you're thinking about your family than your home. Of course, a home must have a place to live, so you're thinking about the small courtyard of the Grand Steward's Mansion."

The weather in Nanzhao in autumn is actually very similar to that in Yuzhou, with the same continuous autumn rain. Moreover, the mountains in Nanzhao are more precipitous. Taking a bamboo stick with you when going out can increase your sense of security.

Li Xian smiled and said, “The best way to deal with this kind of thing is actually to wait, wait for them to make a mistake, wait for the truth to come out, and then keep waiting.

Li Xian squinted at Wang Ping'an and said, "We have known each other for more than a few days, and now we are working together. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. There is no need to test it, unless you want to change the way you get along with me?"

This kind of thing happens from time to time. When the court deals with it and prints it in the newspapers, it can somewhat have a motivating effect on people's morale. After all, the people are happy to see corrupt officials get into trouble.

After Wang Ping'an arrived, Li Xian handed him the letter in his hand first, so Wang Ping'an and Li Xian exchanged the letters and started reading.

The newspaper reported on the recent renovation of the official road. After an official was found to have embezzled money, Wu Zetian directly confiscated the official's property.

Isn't that the opportunity that Father waited for? At this moment, no matter what you do, it will be wrong. The best way to deal with it is to do nothing."

Wang Ping'an's eyes flickered and he smiled, "Then your chance has come. How do you feel?"

Li Xian sighed and said, "My mother hopes that we will temporarily give up Nanzhao, or slow down the progress of Nanzhao, hand over the affairs here to Uncle Zhang San, and we will go back to Chang'an.

But the royal family is different. From the moment we are born, we have been controlling the fate of others. This is integrated into our bones. This is the difference between the emperor and the saint. "

If there is something you want to do, you can always start your own business.”

"That's not the case."

Wang Ping'an nodded, "Then reply to the letter. Should we also write a letter to Senior Brother the Crown Prince to persuade him?"

"Dragons, no matter how big or small, will eat people, and they especially like to kill each other." Wang Zheng put down the newspaper in his hand, sighed deeply, and felt a sense of powerlessness. Looking at the slowly flowing Wei River, he wished he could fly back to Chang'an and slap Li Xian twice.

But this time, the newspapers actually implied that Wu Zetian handled the situation improperly and her methods were too cruel.

Wang Zheng didn't know whether this was done at Li Xian's instruction, but since it was printed and distributed, Li Xian could not escape the blame.

Under this circumstance, it is equivalent to turning the secret fight into an open struggle.

What annoyed Wang Zheng the most was that, judging from the writing style, this was an article compiled by someone from Yuzhou, which was a bit unacceptable to Wang Zheng.

It had been less than half a year since I left, and yet someone had the guts to extend their hand into the Yuzhou Department, and in such an important place as a newspaper.