Wang Mang slowly walked to the window, listened carefully to the call, then sneered, turned his face away, and looked at Mu'er:

"It's really interesting that there are foxes in this good Chang'an City."

Mu'er listened attentively for a while, and then laughed: "Wei's ...... It doesn't seem to be dead yet. ”

"Han Zhuo."

With Wang Mang's soft call, a black figure suddenly emerged silently from the darkness and appeared in the study.

Four years have passed, and the boy at that time has grown into a young man.

Without Wang Mang's further command, Han Zhuo had already jumped through the window and disappeared into the night like a ghost.

The cry of the fox outside stopped abruptly, followed by a short exclamation, and soon disappeared into the night sky, and the long night was quiet again.

Footsteps sounded from downstairs, the sound of dragging heavy objects.

"I didn't expect that there would be guests at such a late hour."

Wang Mang smiled quietly, took a pot of wine from the shelf on the side, and the two wine lords sat back in front of the desk, and beckoned to Mu'er: "Come on, sit down." Come and greet our fox guests. ”

The door was pushed open, and Han Zhuo bowed expressionlessly, dragging a person into the study.

Dragged behind him was a man in his early thirties, his arms twisted in strange ways, whimpering in pain from his throat, but never able to utter a word. He was gorgeously dressed, with a short beard under his chin, and a jade pendant of good color hanging from his waist. It seems that the status on weekdays is very good.

But at this moment, he was dragged into the room and saw Wang Mang, his body shrank suddenly, as if he had been pricked by a needle. His eyes were filled with fear, his mouth was ho-ho, and he kept kicking his legs to retreat.

But he couldn't retreat. Han Zhuo grabbed his hair and pressed it in front of Wang Mang, a pair of expressionless eyes staring at him condescendingly.

"Lu Kuan, Lu Kuan......"

Wang Mang glanced up and down at the man who was dragged into the study by Han Zhuo like a dead dog, smiled, picked up the wine jug, and poured wine into the two wine lords in front of him: "Speaking of which, you are my daughter-in-law's brother, and you can be regarded as my son and nephew." Why don't you come to visit during the day, but sneak up on me in the middle of the night? Han Zhuo. ”

Wang Mang's last words were said to Han Zhuo.

Hearing this, Han Zhuo stretched out his hand and pushed it on Lu Kuan's chin and closed the unloaded joint. And the hands that were also dislocated, but they did not connect with their hands.

Wang Mang pushed a glass of wine down in front of Mu'er, picked up another glass himself, and took a sip: "Say, what are you doing?" ”

Lu Kuan's face was like ashes, although the jaw that had been removed had been closed, he still didn't say a word, only lowered his head and stared at the ground, but his body trembled involuntarily.

Wang Mang sneered, raised his head to look at Han Zhuo, and motioned for him to report it.

"On the gate, he splashed blood." Han Zhuo replied with a blank face, then thought about it and added, "I tasted it, it's a dog." ”

Mu'er looked at Han Zhuo with a look of surprise in her eyes, but she just sat there and didn't say a word.

"Splashing dog blood...... Wang Mang leaned forward and leaned in front of Lu Kuan, smiling: "What, am I some evil thing?" ”

Lu Kuan clenched his teeth, lowered his head and didn't dare to make a sound.

"In the middle of the night, I learned to bark at the gate of my house and poured dog blood on my gate...... Lu Kuan, you are really getting more and more promising. ”

Wang Mang looked at Lu Kuan, although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were extremely cold.

Today's son is not the heir of the first emperor, but the son of Liu Xing, the king of Zhongshan. After the death of Emperor Wai, because he had no heir, he finally chose Liu Yin, who had just inherited the King of Zhongshan, as the new son of heaven among the nearby royal families.

But relatively, a new problem arises -

How should we treat Liu Ji's biological mother, Wei Ji, and the Wei family behind Wei Ji?

Wang Mang had just finished purging the Fu family and the Ding family, two huge monster-like families, and it was absolutely impossible for him to allow a new family of relatives to rise up and set foot on this political stage to block his path towards his ideals.

So, although the king of Zhongshan became the son of heaven, the biological mother of the son of heaven was not allowed to follow her son to Chang'an and become the queen mother, but stayed in Zhongshan and was only canonized as the queen of Zhongshan Xiao.

In this regard, Wei Ji and the Wei family behind her will naturally never be reconciled. The thirst for power, and the effort to achieve it, never ceases.

"The emperor lost his mother, and the sky was angry?" Wang Mang repeatedly played with these two sentences in his mouth, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "I'm afraid it's not the sky that is angry, but the Wei family...... With your talents, I'm afraid you can't think of this hand. Say, who taught you? ”

In response to him, it was still Lu Kuan's silence.

"Don't speak?" Wang Mang raised his eyebrows, sighed softly, there was no impatience and anger on his face, and he still smiled: "It's okay, I can't ask from your mouth, I can also ask others." ”

"Mu'er, go out and tell me to go down and let Wang Yu and Lu Yan come over." Wang Mang knocked on a few cases lightly, and said to Mu'er in front of him: "Two of you, now, immediately, immediately." ”

"Yes, Teacher." Mu'er nodded, didn't ask more, stood up and walked out of the study, and after a while, he walked back again, and whispered beside Wang Mang: "I have already ordered to go down." ”

"Sit and wait." Wang Mang drank all the wine in the cup, and a strange smile appeared on his face: "I really didn't expect that my son would have such a promising side." ”

"And ...... It has nothing to do with them! Mrs. Wang! This has nothing to do with my sister! ”

When he heard Wang Mang mention the names of the two, Lu Kuan's flickering gaze froze. And when Mu'er returned to the study again, Lu Kuan finally couldn't hold himself anymore, raised his head vigorously, looked at Wang Mang in fear and said loudly.

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't matter, we'll have to wait until they come. Why are you in a hurry? Wang Mang smiled, stretched out his hand and pressed it in front of him: "Do you know? Expressions and tones can sometimes reveal a lot of things. ”

After speaking, he emphasized again: "Really, a lot." ”

Lu Kuan bit his lower lip tightly, almost biting blood.