We have to find a way to kill this prime minister.

This is Wu Shaocheng's opinion of Zhao Jing, the scholar in the imperial court, at this moment.

Otherwise, the battle between my Huaixi and the imperial court will be endless, although Gao Yue was deposed, there will be a more difficult Zhao Jing.

"Give me the marching Sima Li Yuanping back." Wu Shaocheng shouted.

Li Yuanping, who had just ridden out of the military mansion, was stopped by several military officials who rushed over, and then the reins were held, and he was inexplicably invited back by Wu Shaocheng.

"What, kill Zhao Jing?" In the hall, Wu Shaocheng twisted his beard with his fingers, and Yang Yuanqing stood next to him, and Li Yuanping couldn't help but be a little shocked when he heard the sudden change in Jie Shuai's thoughts.

Yang Yuanqing has always been good friends with him, and Yang Yuanqing's wife Jia is also a sister with his concubine Xiang Lingqing, and often goes in and out of his mansion.

Therefore, this time Yang went to Beijing to perform affairs, which was also recommended by Li Yuanping, and took the opportunity to spy on the intelligence of the imperial court. But who would have thought that Yang Yuanqing and Wu Shaocheng would ask the right question, Wu actually had the idea of asking Zhao Jing to die.

"Xiao Yuhe, the children of Huaixi have done their best on the battlefield, but the imperial court still does not forgive, so Mr. Qian's strategy should also be implemented." Wu Shaocheng's attitude is very resolute.

"But ......" Li Yuanping means that his trick is intended to be used on the emperor or Gao Yue, and now he is using it against Zhao Jing, isn't it a knife to kill chickens?

Moreover, if Zhao Jing dies, the emperor will use Gao Yue again, and the situation will be even more tricky.

Regarding Li Yuanping's question, Wu Shaocheng disagreed, and told him: "Don't worry, sir, I have a plan, not only can I kill Zhao Jing, but also let the imperial court recruit the Lu army of Ziqingping, so that the war will expand, and my Huaixi will not suffer from the exclusive treatment of the imperial court." ”

At this time, Li Yuanping looked at Yang Yuanqing, and suddenly realized, so the three of them gathered and planned carefully.

In the middle of summer, Zhao Jing, a scholar of the Chinese book, surrounded by hundreds of Shenwei knights and shogunate officials, swaggered his banner and arrived at the Ganshui Station thirty miles southwest of Luoyang City.

The eastern capital stayed behind, and Henan Yin Duya led all the young Yin, joined the army, and the defense general, came to greet them.

Du Ya thinks that he is an old qualification, and the prime minister in this political hall should have been him ten years ago, so his attitude is very arrogant, and he is just a courtesy to Zhao Jing, and the banquet that receives the wind is the general wine and fruits. But even so, for the people who braved the heat and trekked from Chang'an, it was no different from "sending charcoal in the snow".

When the accompanying military officials used daggers to cut the green melon on the plate, revealing the red gourd and sweet juice, soaked in porcelain white, Zhao Jing swallowed his saliva and asked Du Ya, where is the camp office located as a military envoy of the capital?

Du Ya replied that the Eastern Capital Xuanzhufang is the location of my Henan Yin Gongfang, which occupies half of the land, and the house is magnificent, and Zhao Zhonglang can do official business here when he is the commander of the imperial camp.

Zhao Jing nodded, but then he asked Du Ya again, he doesn't like to be noisy after seeing something, so he still needs to rest in the house, and ask Du Yin to help arrange it.

"It's pretty big." Du Ya scolded in his heart, but he pressed it down on the surface, asked a few people who joined the army next to him, and said to Zhao Jing that there is a Ming Jiaofang in Dingdingmen, the southernmost part of the Eastern Capital, and there is the house of Song Jing, the old Shangshu Youcheng, and the regulations are still new, and it is only two or three squares away from the Xuanzhu Workshop, and you can walk along the Tongji Canal.

Zhao Jing accepted this arrangement.

Then everyone started from the Ganshui Station, along the way Zhao Jing on the horse, saw the mountains and plains north of the post road, the dense forest is like clouds, the tombs are intricate, many soldiers wearing black robes, mixed with hunters in animal skin clothes, set up a position there, are hunting, many of them when they see him camping, they have turned back, holding sharp rakes, bows and crossbows, with some kind of strange eyes.

Zhao Jing couldn't help but feel evil in his heart, so he asked Du Ya and said that the eastern capital leads to Chang'an Road, which is an important place for court officials to come and go, how can there be so many hunters on both sides, and they are mixed with the defenders, what kind of system is it?

Du Ya explained coldly that according to the decree of the imperial court, my eastern capital is in the Shendu Garden to defend the barracks, and Lu Hun and Yique in the south of the post road, and Feldspar and Bear's Ears in the north are all valleys, so the people form mountain sheds and make a living from field hunting.

In this regard, Zhao Jing could only endure it.

Three days later, Zhao Jing was convenient for Xuanfang to look at the matter, and he and his staff focused on discussing several things, one was to strengthen the defense of Ruzhou and Xuzhou, the gateway to the eastern capital; The other is to prepare for Li Yuanchun, the envoy of Heyang Jiedu, and Li Rong, the envoy of Yicheng Army, to lead the army to strengthen the defense of Heyin Courtyard, an important place east of Luoyang; Another thing is to deal with the relationship with Li Wanrong, the envoy of the Xuanwu Army, in order to ensure that Caoyun's financial empowerment comes to the eastern capital in time.

After arranging them one by one, Zhao Jing announced the end of the matter, and began to leave Xuanjiaofang and return to the mansion of Mingjiaofang.

On the bank of the river along the road to Tongji Canal, planted with willow trees, pomegranate trees, apricot trees, etc., lush and beautiful, the former residence of Song Jing of Mingjiaofang, whether it is a house building, or a courtyard pavilion, is an absolute symmetrical regulation: Song Jing hopes that he has a good reputation of "honesty and integrity", and the same is true for building a house, and refuses all curved designs.

Therefore, Song Jing's former residence is square and square, and it is particularly recognizable in the entire Luoyang City.

As a result, on the side of the road, Zhao Jing saw several hunters wearing animal skins and single clothes, carrying the hunted grass rabbits, pheasants and other prey under the wall, and were walking towards Nanshi, and there were several post guards and defenders dressed up, standing with them, talking very warmly, seeing Zhao Jing riding a horse, they looked strange and retreated to the side of the road.

"It's better to be less troublesome with the marginalized people in this kind of society." Although Zhao Jing wanted to have a seizure, he looked around, and the children of Shenwei had returned to Chang'an, and now the ones who were in charge of his protection were all defenders under Luoyang Duya.

In the southeast of Luoyang City, under the steep and thin Song Mountain, a group of mountain hut hunters, carrying the prey, came to the temple like walking on the flat ground on the mountain road and in the forest.

On the steps of the temple gate, there is a tall old monk with white hair like a sword halberd, when the mountain huts see him, they all cheer and bow, the old monk also laughs, and asks what is the harvest today?

"If you shoot sheep, rabbits, pheasants, and deer, you have to sacrifice them to the Guru."

"It's not enough to have delicious meat, it has to be accompanied by good wine!" The old monk said boldly, and then said that in the land under the osmanthus tree in the backyard of my temple, there are several urns of good wine, and I will give it up, and we will sit under the tree, eating meat and drinking.

So everyone shouted wonderful, wonderful, so they hugged the old monk and went to the backyard together.

Sure enough, two urns were dug out from under the tree, and the old monk opened the cover of one of them, and the strong fragrance suddenly spread out, and everyone was so drunk that they were in a hurry, and couldn't help but start piling up charcoal.

At this time, the old monk opened the cover of another urn, but there was no smell of wine, but there was light shooting out.

At this time, the strange mountain huts approached, and they saw impressively:

The urn is full of gold and silver, but it doesn't shine!

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