Chapter 244: See Silver Kettle again

Ma Cheng is an old oilman who has been in the palace for dozens of years, what haven't you seen? Even if it is a vague indication of flickering words, whether it is true or not, it is really rare, and Yang Zhigu treats him as a kind intention.

Since the founding of the Great Xia, two generations of emperors have only summoned three important ministers here? What the hell is this bird place? The emperor was so solemn, no matter what, it was enough to give him Yang Zhi's face. But so what? Yang Zhi didn't appreciate this in his heart.

Because where the emperor summoned him and what he would say when he summoned him, Yang Zhi really didn't care. The reason for his indifference is simple: profit and use. The emperor needed to use Yang Zhi at this time, even more than Yang Zhi needed to use the emperor. This point, the emperor should know better than Yang Zhi in his heart.

That being said, curiosity is common to all. Yang Zhi secretly looked forward to this summons. With a light cough, he strode on.

I saw that the pebble-paved path became narrower, the trees became more verdant, and the road surface only shone in a little dappled sunlight, so it became more and more secluded. Yang Zhi recalled the way he came, if it wasn't for someone to guide him, Ping Ri seemed to be just a leafy forest in the Imperial Garden, who would have thought that there would be another world under the shade of trees? After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help but shake his head and suddenly smiled: Which emperor has not valued his life as incomparably precious throughout the ages? A good imperial garden would actually accommodate such a dense forest, is it because he is afraid that those daring assassins will have nowhere to hide? There's nothing strange about this

After thinking about it, he inadvertently walked around for more than 100 steps, and he could vaguely see that there was a stone pavilion between the trees in front of him. Yang Zhigang slowed down, and saw someone on the opposite side greet him: "The villain is here to greet the Flying Tiger Hou." ”

The person who came was dressed in an ordinary palace service, his voice was soothing and flat, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but no matter how he listened to it, he seemed to feel a little crazy.

Yang Zhi looked at it fixedly, and couldn't help but be stunned: the person who came was Jin Zishan. It was in order to lead the troops out of Tongguan to welcome him a few years ago, and at the invitation of Zhao Qizhi, the king of Yue, to enter the palace for a banquet. It was Jin Zishan who dared to command hundreds of guards to confront Yang Zhi in front of Zhao Qi, the prince of the prison state. Isn't it an in-house servant? Where do you usually hide?

It seems that the emperor's scheming is not as simple as previously imagined, and there will always be too many unknown and strange secrets in the palace. …… It's just that the emperor is showing the card of Jin Zishan at this moment, is it necessary? Isn't it a little too early?

Yang Zhi smiled playfully: "I'm tired." - Oh, by the way, Yang has something unclear, and he wants to give advice: How should I address Your Excellency? Should I call you Grandpa Kim? The Golden Guard? Or Commander Kim? Or General Kim? ”

Jin Zishan's eyes were not confused at all when he heard this, he turned sideways and replied lightly as usual: "Feihu Hou said that he laughed." The villain is just an ordinary slave next to the emperor, how can he be so elevated and looked up like the Flying Tiger Marquis? ”

"Xiaojin, is Zhi'er here? What are you talking about? Why don't you bring him here? From the stone pavilion, the emperor's loud laughter came: "You two are also acquaintances, right?" If you want to be more close, come to ri, and it will be a long time. ”

The emperor actually affectionately called him "Xiaojin", instead of calling him by his first name, and said "come to the party for a long time"? It shows that the weight of this person in the emperor's mind is not trivial

Yang Zhi's words meant ridicule, and the emperor said hello, so naturally he would not be entangled with Jin Zishan again. In response, he stepped forward and saw that the stone pavilion was still surrounded by trees, and four copper basins with blazing charcoal were placed in the four corners of the pavilion. The emperor was dressed in a Xuan Se big hat, his face was full of red light, and his face was surprisingly ruddy than Pingri. Holding a silver kettle in one hand and a silver cup in the other, he is pouring himself a drink.

Yang Zhi bowed and said, "Slightly ...... The son has seen his father. ”

The emperor put down the silver cup, waved his hand nonchalantly, and said, "If you want to call me father, why are you still so jerky?" No courtesy, no courtesy, come, come and sit with me for a drink of two cups, let's talk today. ”

Pointing to the other silver cup on the round table, he said, "Xiaojin, come and pour wine for Zhi'er."

Yang Zhi honestly and unceremoniously sat down, and at the same time secretly thought to himself, the emperor summoned him in such a secret place today, but his enthusiasm for himself was a little too much. This posture, and Ma Cheng's reminder of "cautious words and deeds", isn't the bull's head wrong with the horse's mouth?

Jin Zishan didn't say much, silently took the silver kettle from the emperor's hand, filled the silver cup in front of Yang Zhi without hurrying, and respectfully held the pot and retreated, standing beside the emperor.

Yang Zhi was only two feet away from the emperor at the moment, which could be said to be within reach, but he always felt that something was not right, and a slight warmth surged up in his chest.

"How can my father have such a Yaxing today? Erchen is not good at drinking, and he is an open-mouthed person, if he gets drunk for a while, I am afraid that it will be more nonsense, and it will be very bad."

There was a smile on his face, but he was not busy serving a cup to pay respect. With a moment of casual conversation, the smiling eyes quickly scanned the environment where the three of them were only three feet square, and although they narrowed into a line, they still did not lose half of their sharp gaze, and finally fell on the silver kettle in Jin Zishan's hand. …… How does the silver kettle look faintly familiar?

The damn lid of the pot Yang Zhi flashed in his mind: all the imperial utensils are extremely ingenious and elegant. Why is there a fine slit on the lid of a pot less than the size of a tea cup? Although the styles of the silver kettle are very different, Yang Zhi was deeply impressed by the thin slit on the lid of the pot, could it be that this is the same as the silver kettle in the Beiyan Dingbei Wangfu when Ri was in Beiyan? If it hadn't been for the early opportunity at that time, he would have become a lonely soul of Beiyan who died unjustly, how could he still be today?

That damn pot maker can use "kill people, must-have products, and be dedicated to the emperor" as advertising words Although Yang Zhi is not very familiar with the historical anecdotes of Great Xia, it is not difficult to imagine that the so-called two generations of emperors since the founding of the country have only summoned three important ministers here, which is by no means a great honor. On the contrary, those three senior ministers must not have ended well...... I don't even know what I died, and I died inexplicably

What was the intention of the emperor's summons, Yang Zhi did not think carefully before entering the palace. Originally, the emperor would at most knock him in a unique way, and it is difficult to say that he must have had too much malice towards him. However, this damn silver kettle made Yang Zhi believe that the emperor had absolutely no good intentions towards him. The emperor didn't have to be close to Ma Cheng to serve, but dared to leave only Jin Zishan by his side, which also made Yang Zhi conclude that in the eyes of the emperor, Jin Zishan's mental martial arts skills, which were not amazing, might not be much inferior to himself

Yang Zhi was quite entangled in his heart at this moment: unless the emperor was crazy, otherwise, there was no need to take his life at this time anyway. The hidden dragon shows jing, and there is no mistake. Judging from the reaction in the chest, this possibility is also extremely small. But the emperor suddenly pretended to be a ghost and gave him such a hand? What the hell are you trying to do? Is it a gamble and pretending to drink this glass of wine without realizing it? Let's see what kind of medicine is sold in the emperor's gourd? Or simply not to drink?.

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