Dugu Die stopped, looked back at Yushu, and explained: "Have you ever heard such a sentence, the eagle and the clam compete, and the fisherman profits?" ”

Yushu nodded, she understood. In this way, King Rui and King Duan are busy, so that Su Zimo can sit on the advantage of a fisherman.

This is really a ploy from above.

The snow became heavier and heavier, but it took more than an hour for a thick layer of snow to accumulate on the ground. Xiushui Ju had already lit a brazier, sitting by the brazier, and Dugu Die wrapped his clothes.

Outside the window, the sound of the piano came from a distant place, like crying and complaining, and it was beautiful in a flash.

Yushu came in to deliver tea, heard the sound of the piano, and said casually: "Princess, Mr. Ouyang's piano is getting better and better." ”

"Although the sound of the piano is good, I can't play that fate in the end. Yushu, tell to go down, you can act. ”

Yushu retreated, and in the house, Dugu Die was on the couch with her clothes, her eyes were half-closed, and her expression looked quite calm.

On the street of Changchun in the capital, the luxurious carriage that Emperor Tianwei was sitting in fell into a snow nest, and several soldiers accompanying him lifted the wheels of the carriage out with great force.

The car suddenly bumped, waking up Emperor Tianwei, who was sleeping in the car. Dressed in a velvet coat, he reached out and lifted the curtain of the carriage and poked his head out.

"What's going on?"

"When I go back to my lord, the carriage has fallen into the snow, and now it has been lifted out, but the wheels are damaged, and it needs to be repaired before it can be rushed." Gonggong Cao replied.

Emperor Tianwei stretched his waist, "Okay, you don't have to worry, just cultivate slowly." A gust of cold wind blew, and Father-in-law Cao couldn't help but feel cold: "Master, it takes a while to repair the car, there is a small teahouse in front of you, otherwise, the old slave will accompany you to sit down for a while?" Warm up with a cup of hot tea? ”

Emperor Tianwei thought for a while, and said softly: "It's okay, wait left and right, go to the teahouse and sit down." ”

Gonggong Cao helped Emperor Tianwei and walked in the direction of the teahouse, not far behind Emperor Tianwei, followed by five guards dressed in civilian clothes.

The heavy snow closed the door, and the teahouse was still very lively. There are about a dozen tea customers in the house, sipping tea and laughing. In the corner of the room, sat an old man in a Taoist robe. The old man looked to be about seventy or eighty years old, his hair and beard were white, his body was thin, his fingers were slender, and the wrinkles on his face and neck were exceptionally clear. He carried a long sword on his back, and placed it on the table in a white whisk. In front of him, a cup of hot tea was placed, and it was steaming warmly.

As soon as Emperor Tianwei entered the door, he attracted everyone's attention. Such a luxurious dress will inevitably attract everyone's attention.

"Little second brother, give my master a pot of good Biluochun." Gonggong Cao helped Emperor Tianwei to sit down, and the little second brother approached to greet him.

Not long after, Biluo Spring came up, and the hot fragrance of tea filled the whole room.

Emperor Tianwei took a sip, and he felt relaxed and happy. He is the emperor of the Celestial Empire, and he has drunk all kinds of good tea, but the tea in this small teahouse today has a different taste. The taste was much better than the tea he drank in the palace.

"This tea is really good tea, and it's worth a thousand gold." Emperor Tianwei couldn't help but praise. "Being able to drink tea with this taste every day is a great pleasure in the world."

When the little second brother heard this, he took over the words at that time: "Old man, drinking the tea of our teahouse is not just enjoyment, it is simply fluttering, and we may not be able to drink such good tea......"

The words of the little second brother made Emperor Tianwei stunned, this little second brother was telling the truth, he had been the emperor for more than 30 years, and he had really never drunk such a good tea.

"What do you mean by that? The saint lives in the palace and is the saint of the people of the world, why can you drink such good tea in this teahouse, but our saint can't? Gonggong Cao asked.

As soon as he asked this, the people in the entire teahouse burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny about that? Gonggong Cao asked again.

The little second brother explained: "The old gentleman must be a foreigner who came to the capital for the first time, he must have never heard of this sentence, the emperor is half full, and Lord Hu can't walk ......"

Hearing this, Emperor Tianwei's face darkened. "Dare to ask this little brother, what does this mean?"

At this moment, a tea guest who was drinking tea explained: "This gentleman doesn't know that Lord Hu Yusong is in charge of the procurement of the palace, and what the Internal Affairs Office wants and how much it wants, all have to be handled by Hu Yusong's hands." ”

"For example, if the emperor wants to drink this Biluochun, the Internal Affairs Office must first send someone to contact Lord Hu Yusong, and Hu Yusong is responsible for procurement. Originally, this Biluochun was only worth a hundred taels of gold, but through Lord Hu's hand, it could become a thousand taels of gold. This Ministry of Internal Affairs doesn't just need tea, right? The eating, drinking, lazing, wearing, living and traveling of the harem, and even the eyebrow powder used by the ladies to make up their faces can only be used by the hands of Master Hu. ”

"Farmers, fruit merchants, and cloth merchants from all over the world, in order to do business with the imperial court, can't they tie up with this Lord Hu? The oil and water in this will definitely be able to break Lord Hu's belly. Doesn't this mean that the emperor is half full, and Lord Hu can't hold on? ”

Hearing such an explanation, Emperor Tianwei's face darkened in an instant.

Hu Yusong is a person, Emperor Tianwei knows. His position is not high, but he is only a Sipin Jingguan, Ping Suri, who is in charge of procurement in the palace. This person is not talented, but his background is not small, his brother-in-law, that is the prime minister of the dynasty, the head of the southern faction Zhou Mingjing, Princess Duan is Zhou Mingjing's daughter. This Hu Yusong is Princess Duan's maternal uncle.

Hu Yusong was so aggressively corrupt in front of the Son of Heaven, and all he earned was the Son of Heaven's money, so he simply didn't take Emperor Tianwei in his eyes.

For a while, Emperor Tianwei only felt that his qi and blood were surging up instantly, and the uncontrollable violent cough surged up in an instant.

Gonggong Cao stepped forward and held Emperor Tianwei's body: "Master, what's wrong with you?" Come on, come on, find Lang Zhong ......"

But at this moment, Lao Dao, who was sitting in the corner of the wall, stood up unhurriedly.

He walked to Emperor Tianwei's side and said, "This master, Lao Dao knows a little bit about medical skills, I see that you have a bad cough, why don't you let Lao Dao diagnose you?" ”

Gonggong Cao was a little uneasy, and he turned his face to look at Emperor Tianwei.

At this time, Emperor Tianwei was already holding back only one breath, and his face was as red as pig's liver.

"The Taoist and I have never known each other in my life, how can you harm me? You get out of the way, I trust the old Taoist ......" Emperor Tianwei waved his hand and pushed Gonggong Cao who was blocking in front of him.

Lao Dao got his hand and stroked Emperor Tianwei's wrist, at first, his face was slightly solemn, and then later, that dignified look gradually relaxed.