Li Fuguo looked at the arrogant middle-aged man in front of him, couldn't help but line up his hands, pushed away the flattering officials left and right, and then said to Mr. Zong Yuan with his sleeves in his arms.

"Presumably this is Mr. Zongyuan Wu Yun."

As soon as Li Fuguo's voice fell, a good official pointed at Wu Yun and shouted.

"Where did the mountain and wild horsemen come from, and when they saw the prime minister, they didn't kneel down and salute."

Regarding this official's rudder, Li Fuguo did not make a sound, and only watched how Wu Yun responded.

Wu Yun looked at the official and then at Li Fuguo, and then smiled slightly.

"Wu Yun is indeed a grass people, but by the grace of the saint, he has repeatedly invited him to meet in the palace, just to ask about the rise and fall of the Tang Dynasty, if you insist that Wu Yun kneel to you, then Wu Yun will do it."

After Wu Yun finished speaking, he was about to kneel, but was hurriedly supported by Li Fuguo with both hands.

"How can I bear the gift of sir, how can I bear it, sir, you should enter the palace quickly, don't let the saint wait for a long time."

When Wu Yun stood upright, the talkative official just now had already disappeared, and at this time an old eunuch walked out of the Daming Palace, and the old eunuch saw Mr. Zongyuan was also respectful, and when the old eunuch took Mr. Zongyuan into the Daming Palace, the officials on the left and right were full of complaints to Li Fuguo.

"What kind of thing is this Wu Yun, why should the prime minister give him face."

Before the official who said this could speak, he was slapped in the face by Li Fuguo in public.

"You are a wine bag and rice bag, but you are a distinguished guest of the saint, how can you mediocre people be able to judge your tastes, what are you doing here, and you won't let me go."

Seeing that Li Fuguo was so angry, the ministers didn't dare to collide again, and they scattered again for a while.

Wu Yun had just stepped into the door of Daming Palace with his front feet, and Su Zong, who was sitting in the high hall, hurriedly walked down the steps and hugged Wu Yun's hands, and did not wait for Wu Yun to bow down, Su Zong waved his hand and retreated.

"Finally, sir, you're here."

After Su Zong finished speaking, he looked around again, and then whispered to Wu Yun.

"I still have a lot of things to ask my husband for, and I hope that my husband will follow me to the Imperial Garden."

After that, Su Zong and Wu Yun talked in the Furong Garden for two hours, and the content involved mainly revolved around the Anshi Rebellion and Li Fuguo's dictatorship. When it was time for dinner, Su Zong also deliberately left Mr. Zong Yuan to have dinner together. Regarding the secret conversation between Su Zong and Wu Yun, Li Fuguo, who was sitting at home at this time, was upset, and his eyeliner reported that Wu Yun had been taken by Gao Lishi to see the one in the Hall of Eternal Life the day before yesterday, which made Li Fuguo even more uneasy.

When the two entered the west chamber where Liu Changqing and Princess Yonghe had a private meeting, they saw a gorgeous big bed, and there was a soft futon on the bed, and there was wine and food next to the bed.

"Look, there's a lot of hair on this bed."

Wang Quan's face sank when he heard this.

Yuan Xiaotian then shouted twice, but seeing that the horse was indifferent, he wanted to come close to invite him to watch, but he didn't expect Wang Quan to turn around and punch Yuan Xiaotian out of the panda eye.

"Why are you beating people?"