Late night light rain, the capital, the Ministry of Shangshu.

"Is Lord Fang in the house?" Outside the vermilion gate, a man wearing a brocade felt hat knocked on the door, after a while, an old man opened the door, the old man was about to bend down after seeing the person clearly, and was helped up by the man, the man shook his head and said, "Are you there?" There's something I want to talk to him about. ”

The old man opened the door and said with relief: "Yes, yes, the master hasn't been out for the past few days, and Zaochao is also sick at home, just waiting for you to come." ”

"It's good to be here, I learned about some things a few days ago and delayed." The man took the umbrella, shook the raindrops on his body and walked into the house, and the old man waited for the man to enter the house and looked out for a while before closing the door.

"My lord, the master is in the deep courtyard, and the villain will lead you over." The old man walked slowly in front hunched, and the man followed.

The old man led the man through a forest and came to a room, and the old man said softly, "Master, Lord Qi is here." ”

It was only after a while in the room that a voice came: "Let Lord Qi come in." ”

"Your Excellency." The old man turned back to the Lord Qi and said, and then left along the old road.

Qi Liang nodded, pushed open the door and walked in, and a strong fragrance of concentration came to his face.

"How did you become like this? It's not like you. Qi Liang saw the man on the bed who was only in his forties, and the official Shangshu Fang Ping shawl was scattered, and he still had the same high spirits as before, and the posture above the court made some scholars fascinated.

"I have a hunch that we're both on the wrong track." Fang Ping lay on the bed and took a hard sip of the incense, "Qi Liang, back then, I was supported by the prime minister to achieve this position, and you were also supported by the prime minister to achieve the position of the secretary of the military department, you and I have said that we will swear to serve the country, and now how to choose between the two of us in this court is a problem!" ”

Qi Liang lamented: "Now, I don't know, the situation is starting to become unclear, they all say that the water is shallow, and the water above the temple is as deep as the sea!" If these things didn't happen at the beginning, you and I opposed the prime minister, followed the emperor, and then followed the prince, the emperor would inevitably let the prince use us and wait, and use me to gradually erect the prime minister, and then you and I may not be able to go further, but it's a pity, alas... ”

"Now, Yang Liangru doesn't look at the deposed position, in fact, people with a discerning eye know that he is in Taoguang and is in obscurity, just waiting for his work to be completed, the prince is still unconscious, I don't know if he can wake up in the future, the four princes are still locked up in prison, and the remaining two princes are unpredictable, obviously the one who is most likely to become the one who inherits the throne, but he doesn't seem to have any idea about the throne." Fang Ping retracted his head and lay on his side on the bed.

"But the more this is the case, the more people feel scared, not afraid of him fighting, just afraid that he will not fight, he will only have action if he fights, and if there is action, we can find a home for ourselves, and the emperor is too, since the position of the prince has been decided, why not give the other princes the title of the king to give the territory, isn't this intentional to leave a thought in their hearts?"

"The emperor also has his own difficulties, who doesn't know how the emperor's throne came about, the king? It has been more than ten years since the emperor ascended the throne, and all the policies are aimed at cutting the feudal domain and suppressing the scholars. Now let's see how the emperor and the prime minister are fighting, the emperor doesn't know how long he can support it, and he is afraid that the prime minister's only heir will not be able to keep it. Qi Liang found a place to sit down, put his hand on the table, and said to Fang Ping.

"What do you mean?" Fang Ping asked, "I haven't been in contact with the outside world for a long time, and I don't know anything about these things. ”

"The son of the prime minister and the crown ceremony a few days ago, you know, right?" Qi Liang asked.

"I heard that, how could I go there, I haven't even gone out to the mansion since that time, because the emperor doesn't even do anything about it, which makes me afraid." Fang Ping replied.

"The emperor gave Lu Ji the official position of a third-grade feudal official, the governor of Youzhou." Qi Liang said lightly.

"Youzhou State Pastor? That's not Antelope City... Cui Zheng didn't just lead the troops there, could it be said... Fang Ping looked at Qi Liang with wide eyes.

"Now let's see how to choose, the best policy is that after the emperor dies, the prince succeeds to the throne, and the prime minister concentrates on assisting the country, the middle policy is that after the emperor dies, the prince succeeds to the throne, and the prime minister controls the government, Cui Zheng hijacks the prime minister's son to reject the prime minister, and let the prime minister give up his power, and the next policy, the emperor dies, the prime minister usurps the throne, and the prime minister's son returns to the capital." Qi Liang said the three scenarios that he thought would happen.

"So what about us, where do we go from here? Or do you watch from the wall and wait for the times to change? Fang Ping asked again.

"What we have to do is wait, and when the situation is clearer, we can place heavy bets, everyone is like this now, gambling with their lives, gambling on the future, even if we can't do things in the snow, but I believe no one will refuse the icing on the cake." Qi Liang came up with a countermeasure.

"What about the other four? Those four people are desperate to follow the prime minister, if it is really the prime minister who is in power, we don't even have to drink the soup in the end. Fang Ping said.

"But what if you lose?" Qi Liang stood up, opened the door, raised his head and looked at the sky outside, and said self-deprecatingly, "I can't even leave a corpse." With that, Qi Liang walked out and closed the door.

When Qi Liang walked out of the mansion, the sky was already dark, but the rain was heavier.

"He's gone?" Fang Ping, who was originally in a slump and his shawl, was already dressed and sitting in the hall at this moment.

"Back to my lord, just left." The hunchbacked old man replied.

"Help me go somewhere in a moment, give him this letter, remember, don't let anyone know, go out of the house in the dark, understand?" Fang Ping handed the written letter on the table to the old man, and waved his hand to let the old man leave.

After the old man left, Fang Ping smiled and said to himself: "You may not even be able to drink soup, but I am a person who wants to eat meat, no wonder I can only be a secretary of the military department, a false position, I don't even have some military power in my hands, I can't even understand the situation and still want to share meat and drink soup?" ”

Fang Ping stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked into another courtyard, which was where his concubine in the ninth room lived.

After the old man returned to the room with the letter, he tore off the skin of his face, revealing a very murderous middle-aged face, the most eye-catching thing was a scar extending from his eyes to his mouth, the man put the letter away and went to a small room directly south of the mansion, opened a secret door and walked in, and when he came out, he had already arrived at a rouge shop not far from the prime minister's mansion.

The man opened the door a crack in the door, looked around, did not see the shadow of any live dogs, and then tiptoed to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and at this time someone in the Prime Minister's Mansion opened the door and pulled the man in.

"What about faith?" The man asked in a deep voice.

"Here." The man took the letter from his shirt on his chest and handed it to the man.

"Did Fang Ping ever suspect you?" The man asked again.

"No, absolutely not, the little one has always been like that, Fang Ping will never know that I am pretending now." The man nodded.

"Okay, the prime minister will not forget you, your old mother, wife and children are now enjoying the glory and wealth, you can go and reunite with them for a few days." The man said.

"Thank you, my lord, the little one will definitely go to the soup for the prime minister!" The man was ecstatic.

"Let's go, so as not to cause more trouble." The man left with the letter, and the man also left the Prime Minister's Mansion and returned to the Ministry of Shangshu's Mansion, turning back into the appearance of an old man.