"Why are you so talkative! It is said that a woman is equal to 300 ducks, but I think you are at least 3,000 ducks!" Fang Chengyin could hardly raise her head. She did deliberately want to provoke Kong Wenjie in those days. Otherwise, with Kong Wenjie's temper, he would not be able to speak even after a year or two. She still felt a little guilty towards Fu Jiaheng. She must have taken advantage of him, but she couldn't stand Fu Jiaheng talking so much. The guilt in Fang Chengyin's heart had long disappeared. She was just angry!
Fu Jiaheng's mouth twitched: "...What did I say? Destroy the bridge after crossing the river? Not only did you demolish the bridge, but you are now blaming me for my mistakes!"
"Humph, I'm just killing the donkey after it has done its work." Fang Chengyin raised her chin towards him.
"...Ahem!" Fu Jiaheng's mouth trembled even more, and then his eyes rolled. Then he touched his chin and said with a smile: "Actually, I think that guard Kong is quite good-looking, with bright eyes, a nice nose and mouth. He has a good figure too. I can imagine his muscular body without him being naked, tut tut tut..."
"Fu Jiaheng. What do you want to do?! Shut up! Stop your fantasies!" The next second. Fang Chengyin immediately exploded. She slapped Fu Jiaheng on the shoulder fiercely, staring at him fiercely. "If you dare... dare to hook up with my man, I will beat you to a pulp! No. Get out of here tomorrow! Go back to your own home! You are not allowed to come to Ningguta again!"
Fu Jiaheng pursed his lips and looked at Fang Chengyin expectantly: "Then can you let Guard Xiao Kong take me back?"
Fang Chengyin roared with overwhelming force: "...You wish!"
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November 2, the 33rd year of Jiasheng
The capital.
Imperial study.
"Your Majesty, I have already conducted a thorough investigation of Taoist Master Qingxu and all the Taoists in Changleguan." Jiang Bairen presented the thick stack of memorials in his hand, "Please review it, Your Majesty."
Zhao Ruhai stepped forward, took the memorial, and placed it in front of Zhong Zhiheng respectfully.
Zhong Zhiheng flipped through two pages and closed them impatiently, looking at Jiang Bairen and saying, "I'm too lazy to read it. Please tell me what Qingxu's origins are."
"Your Majesty, the Taoist priest Qingxu was born in poverty. He was abandoned in front of Changleguan Temple and was taken in by the Taoist priest there. He grew up in Changleguan Temple. Apart from that, there is nothing much to say," Jiang Bairen said. He seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "It is true that the Taoist priest Qingxu is arrogant. He has always practiced magic and made elixirs in the Taoist temple. He rarely goes out and has no contact with the famous families in the capital. This time, it was because Concubine Hui's matter was serious that Taoist priest Qingxu made an exception and left the Taoist temple."
"Oh, so he is reliable?" Zhong Zhiheng said lightly.
"Yes, I dare to guarantee it with my life." Jiang Bairen was very confident.
"Okay, you can go down." Zhong Zhiheng waved his hand.
"Yes, I'll take my leave." Jiang Bairen was so busy that he bowed and took his leave.
"Your Majesty, the Right Prime Minister requests to see you." After Jiang Bairen left, Zhao Ruhai stepped forward to report.
"Announce." Zhong Zhiheng said in a deep voice, putting the memorial in his hand aside.
"Your humble servant pays homage to the emperor. Long live the emperor!" When he arrived in front of the dragon table, Zhao Changrong knelt down and kowtowed.
"Right Prime Minister, please stand up," Zhong Zhiheng said, and said to Zhao Ruhai, "Please take a seat."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhao Changrong sat down on the embroidered cushion with a solemn look on his face.
"The Right Prime Minister has come to the palace to see me at this time. Is there something important?" Zhong Zhiheng asked. He had just finished his meal and the morning court session ended when Zhao Changrong came eagerly. Of course, there must be something that was inconvenient to report in front of the civil and military officials.
"Yes," Zhao Changrong nodded hurriedly, paused, and then asked cautiously, "Has His Majesty made up his mind to establish a general in Tibet?"
Because of the special situation in Tibet, military and political affairs were separated in the past. The military was designated by the court, and political affairs were jointly managed by court officials and ethnic minority leaders. Now Zhong Zhiheng intends to establish a general in Tibet to be in charge of military and political affairs, which will strengthen the court's control over Tibet.
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