"The queen is surnamed Ji, neither Jiang nor Ji, what role does she play in this power struggle?"

"You also saw and heard it just now, the queen is the person from the Son of Heaven." Lord Neizai didn't seem to want to say more, and he wanted to leave after he finished speaking.

"What kind of allusion did Taishi say that her dragon spit changed?"

Hearing this, Uchijae felt as if he had been electrocuted, and the half-raised soles of his feet hung stiffly on the threshold. After a while, he said faintly: "This kind of legend can only be understood by people like Taishi who are familiar with ghosts and gods, and Gongzi Hugh will mention it again!" Then he stepped out of the door without looking back.

Digging out and trying to ask something, Nejae had disappeared into the dark porch. He sighed and turned back to the house. Before entering the door, he unintentionally looked up at the moon, and suddenly caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a dark shadow on the ridge of the roof, and quickly turned to the back of the house, leaving only the sound of falling tiles.

Maybe it's because I received too much information just now, maybe I'm really sleepy in the middle of the night, and I don't have the energy to think about it, so I think it's a night owl. He soon fell asleep.

A dragon broke into his sleep. This dragon is not the traditional image of dancing teeth and claws, mighty and hideous, but has a cute anime cartoon look. She slowly approached Dutu, and suddenly licked his face like a dog in the West, licking it all over the dragon's spit. In the gap between the wriggling of his tongue, he saw that the dragon's face slowly turned into a human form—a beautiful and lovely girl. At the same time, the background slowly lights up until it is completely overwhelmed by the brilliant golden light......

The dug suddenly woke up in the golden light, and it turned out that the morning sun through the window was facing the eyes.

"Childe, please wash up." The maid by the couch saw that he was awake and leaned up in time. I just woke up from my dream, and I was enjoying the service of two young girls in a daze, so uncomfortable. But before he had enough enjoyment, the waiter outside the door urged, saying that the carriage and horses had already been prepared, and the boss asked the son to return to Zhengcheng as soon as possible. He had to hurriedly drink a few sips of millet porridge and say goodbye to the two beauties.

Out of the back door, he saw that the carriage was much more low-key than when he came, and the coachman and the attendant had changed their faces, and they were probably wearing soft armor under their bulging clothes.

Lord Neizai led the horse over, helped him to get into the car, and said when he got close: "The king entered the court before dawn, and he had no time to send each other, and the feelings of the son were entrusted to the ministers to complain." Then he swept around and deliberately lowered his voice: "All personnel have been replaced by reliable henchmen, take care, don't forget what you have trusted!" ”

He didn't know what to say for a while. As a person who has just passed through three or four days, he can't say that he has deep feelings for close ministers like his father Zheng Huangong and Neizai, but when he thinks of the imminent turmoil, he can't help but feel a little sad. After all, according to the records of the historical books, in the war of the fall of the Western Zhou Dynasty, Zheng Huan and their courtiers failed to escape and died as martyrs.

Thinking of this, he solemnly said to Neizai: "Please tell your father, the sons and daughters have the courage to advise that although it is most beneficial for Zheng Guo to stick to the court, you also need to consider your own safety." There are no eggs under the nest, once you notice that there is a change in the big week, you must get out as soon as possible, don't fall in love with the stack! ”

When Lord Neizai heard this, he unconsciously stroked his beard and laughed: "Don't worry, Childe, the king has been in the court for many years, and his political sense is very keen." Besides, he is now the centerstone of Da Zhou, and he can stabilize the situation for the time being. I will convey your filial piety. ”

"But ......" Dutu wanted to elaborate, but Nezai had already patted the horse's buttocks, and the convoy sped towards the city gate, only to watch Nezai's figure disappear into the dust.

Hey, since they are so conceited, they can only resign themselves to fate. Moreover, through the events of the past few days, Di Tu didn't dare to take the things in the history books 100% seriously, thinking that maybe his father could really be auspicious. So he no longer bothered himself, leaning in the car and squinting to make up for sleep.

This ancient road is not a little worse than the modern one, even if it is an official road, it is mainly a dirt road. Although some bluestone slabs are paved in some places in the city, the foundation will be overwhelmed by rainwater. So it was difficult to sleep, even though it was sleepy. finally saved up until he was half asleep, but the carriage suddenly braked suddenly, and the whole person rushed forward, his head hit the wood, and he grinned in pain.

He leaned out of the car angrily, and saw the attendant in front of him, while comforting the frightened horses, and at the same time negotiating with the doorman in a menacing manner: "Why do you want to stop us? ”

"Yo, yo, it's pretty horizontal." The doorman looked like a hippie smile, "What about stopping you?" ”

"Aren't all cars and horses free to enter and exit on weekdays? Don't make a fuss about nothing and delay my father-in-law's errands! Several of the attendants pressed their hands to their swords in alarm.

"There are things to do in this pickaxe capital. The six-horse-drawn convoy of the Son of Heaven, the five-horse-drawn convoy of princes, and the four-horse-drawn convoy of the princes, Lao Tzu has seen a lot. Even if it is a prince, if it is a small and remote country, it will have to give us some face. You two shabby teams drawn by horses, still dare to take yourself as a master? How do I know you're not a spy of the dogs! ”

He saw that he was very ruthless, but he didn't mean to come forward to check, and he just wanted to use this little power in his hand to ask for a bribe. So he summoned his attendant and told him not to make a big fuss, and to settle the matter with some money. The attendant hurriedly ran to stuff a handful of shell money, and the doorman shook his hand and said with a smile: "I have always been easy to talk, but my chief is not so good at talking." The attendant understood, so he took some small jade artifacts and followed the doorman up the castle tower to see the chief.

This act was a low-key escape from the surveillance of the imperial court, and Lord Neizai not only changed all the attendants with henchmen, but also deliberately replaced the four luxurious carriages with two ordinary carriages, which unexpectedly caused twists and turns. He had no choice but to wait helplessly, boredly looking out the window at the market of the people of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

At this time, a group of dolls came running in the distance, dancing and singing the ballad repeatedly: "The dragon is dead, and it is hidden." The hair became a turtle, and the child concubine was pregnant. The beauty is beautiful, and the sinner is dedicated to it. Hehe Zong Zhou, praise and extinguish! ”

The front originally sounded very sensitive, but these last two sentences startled the digging suddenly, this is almost vernacular, doesn't it mean that the praise of the red face and the water caused the destruction of the Great Zhou Dynasty? He hurriedly mobilized all the classical Chinese cells in his brain and pondered this ballad word by word. It's a pity that the foundation is limited, and I only know the pronunciation but don't know the words, and I still don't seem to understand it after listening to it for a long time. But his intuition told him that there were "dragons" and "praises" in this ballad, and nine times out of ten it was related to the legend of the dragon's spit.

The children were called to inquire about it, and it turned out to be a new song that they had learned at the bazaar early this morning, and the dolls couldn't write it. He had no choice but to memorize the pronunciation of the ballad, thinking that he would find a civil official to ask him another day. While he was muttering, the attendant also took care of the gatekeeper, and the group hurried on the road. The moment the carriage left the city, he caught a glimpse of a group of guards running to disperse the dolls, as if they had also captured the larger ones.

It seems that the ballad has spread to the palace at a rapid pace.

Judging from everyone's reaction last night, the saying that the dragon spit became the queen seems to have been invented by Taishi. The old man has been arrested on the spot, so who is making up ballads and spreading them this morning? Dig Tu guessed in his heart: Could it be that his father wants to provoke the relationship between the queen and the Son of Heaven? Judging from the information of Neizaiye's conversation, his father is sanctimonious on the surface, but he is cunning in his bones, and he is really very suspicious. The queen is at odds with the Son of Heaven, and she will inevitably be unable to deal with him due to internal friction. Zheng Huangong, the old yellow finch really plays with the praying mantis and cicadas.

Just as he was trying to train his thinking about political struggle, there was a burst of neighing from behind the car. As soon as this pickaxe capital disappeared from view, did it meet Rong Di? That's too arrogant, isn't it?

The attendant drove to the window of the car and said nervously to Dutu: "Childe, there is a group of people chasing after the city, and it is not good to come in full armor. ”

"I thought it was Rong Di, since it's from the city, it may not be against us, right?"

"Jun Shang and Nei Zai have repeatedly told us to be on guard, Childe's car should take a shortcut first, we will stop them, and then we will meet!" After saying that, he gave a few words to the coachman, and then drew his sword and led the team to block the road. After a while, he saw them confronted from a distance, presumably negotiating, and then moved on without saying a few words. It seems that the squire's judgment was correct.

As the horse turned onto the path, the body began to jolt violently again, and the digging was miserable, thinking that it was really unreliable for Lord Neizai to do things. We changed the convoy, changed the attendants, and sneaked out early in the morning, only to be exposed. What went wrong? Is it the chief janitor just now? Was it the dark shadow of the roof last night? Or is Neijae itself Infernal Affairs?

At that moment, a sharp arrow suddenly flew out of the bushes and struck the right horse in the eye. The coachman shouted, "Not good! There is an ambush! ”

Digging was shocked, and thought to himself, it turned out that the team just now was just moving the tiger away from the mountain, and now the samurai are not there, wouldn't they have to sit and wait to die!

The wounded horse screamed in pain, desperately resisted the reins of the coachman, and scurried from side to side as if mad. It didn't take long for the legs of the two horses to mingle together, and the whole carriage rolled up, overpowering the shrubs, and finally being stopped by a few thick poplar trees.