"Those with too low official positions will go, and those who have no talent will go, how many people are left?" Mu Bo asked. Disaster relief is a major event, and people who have no talent naturally can't go, and those whose official positions are too small can't do it, and they can't stop these few people who have seized power at all.

Liu Changzhong's face was ugly and he didn't speak!

"What? There is not a single one left? Mu Bo touched his beard and smiled sarcastically.

Liu Changzhong sighed heavily, "Now that the court and the party are fighting, very few officials in high positions can withdraw from this matter, and the Marquis of Wu'an is ......."

Oh, yes! Wu Anhou was impartial, but he was imprisoned. Although everyone talked about Wu Anhou's conspiracy, it was only a rumor after all, and there was no clear edict in the court announcing what he had done.

The hereditary reckless and military achievements of the first-class marquis were all thrown into the prison for no reason, let alone them? The merits of family affairs and official positions cannot be compared, how can you be stable if you don't find a backer?

Mu Bo's fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, making a dull sound, and after pondering for a moment, Mu Zi slowly spoke, "The eldest prince and the second prince will each arrange one person!" ”

Liu Changzhong was stunned when he heard this, and his voice was surprised, "Uncle Mu, should we start now?" Don't wait for the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion and the British Mansion? ”

"It's just two people, it's not a big deal!" Mu Bo avoided the important and took it lightly.

"Yes! Subordinates understood! Liu Changzhong nodded, seeing that Mu Bo had no other instructions, he left quickly.

Mu Bo poured himself another cup of tea and drank it slowly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qingyang sat upright on the chair in the corner, his fingers stirring together meaninglessly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mu Bo thought for a moment, seemed to have an idea in his heart, gently put down the teacup, raised his eyes, and just saw Qingyang's tangled and worried look.

That is almost the same as the look of the prince when he was naughty and provoked the old marquis when he was young, his brows frowned slightly, and his face was entangled, thinking about how to get through the ghost idea.

"What's wrong? At a young age, you also have troubles? Mu Bo smiled, touched his beard, and looked loving.

Qingyang has always been silent.

In the more than one month that he moved from Wu'anhou Mansion to Anlehou's Mansion, he only asked Mu Zi's situation once because he was too worried, and after getting no useful answer, he continued to keep silent.

The people in the Wu'an Hou Mansion and the Anle Hou Mansion were used to his silent appearance, but Yi Mu Bo didn't feel anything, and continued to ask tentatively, "Are you wondering why I didn't let Uncle Zhang visit Miss?" ”

Qingyang was stunned, his eyes flickered for a rare moment, and then nodded.

Mu Bo couldn't help but be happy in his heart, this weak heart looks more like the prince of the world!

If it's not a matter of visiting Miss, what is it? Mu Bo thought about what they were talking about just now, could it be, the flood?

"What? Do you have relatives in Wanzhou? Mu Bo's tone was casual and his expression was relaxed.

Qingyang heard this, but his whole body stiffened, and the fingers that were stirred together became harder. A look flashed in Mu Bo's eyes, and he didn't speak anymore, just quietly watching him entangled.

After a while, Qingyang finally spoke, "I...... Can I go to Wanzhou to help? As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head, exuding nervousness all over his body, as if he was very worried that Mu Bo would reject him.

Mu Bo said in a low voice, "You want to go to Wanzhou?" ”