Mi Bowei said to Duoyou with a smile: "The general has to accompany Xiangye to eat and drink more, since the death of his wife, Xiangye has not eaten seriously for many days." After speaking, his face was gloomy.

"The old slave is troublesome!" Zhao Bohu made a gesture and reprimanded.

Mi Bo retreated, Duoyou opened the heavy mahogany barrel lid, removed a layer of red cloth from the barrel mouth, neatly waved a long wooden spoon to pour wine into his desk first, and then exchanged the wine jue to Zhao Bohu: "Come, drink this jue, get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows." ”

Zhao Bohu shook his head: "I'm afraid it's even more sad because of the wine." He raised his neck and drank it all: "By the way, is your marriage with the Kong daughter scheduled for the autumn of next year?" ”

Duoyou nodded: "I made an appointment with Brother Zihe for the 'autumn period', but now that you are in this situation, I am not in the mood to marry." ”

"Alas-" Zhao Bohu was very impatient: "What does this matter have to do with you?" What did you do when you went to marry a wife and start a family, and you thought of me? It's just that Madame is not here, and I don't even have anyone in my house to help you with it. ”

"Don't be so self-suffering." Ji Duoyou looked at his friend's haggard face and was very distressed: "If Mrs. Sister-in-law sees you like this, she will definitely not feel at ease." ”

"I just feel sorry for her------" Zhao Bohu muttered: "The woman is really hard, Ziliang, now I can understand your feelings." For example, all women in the world are born without autonomy, and their fathers and brothers have the final say in marriage. What if the father and brother think of their lifelong happiness, but if the father and brother only use them as tools for the interests of the family and the country? ”

Duoyou groaned, thinking of Eyao, and his heart was filled with sourness for no reason. There was silence for a long time, and after a long time, Zhao Bohu's deep voice sounded again: "Madame was still begging me for her uncompetitive brother before she died, she was so for her mother's family, but how could those people care about her safety and life?" ”

"The world is like this, what can you and I do?" Ji Duoyou sighed, picked up the eldest lord and took a big sip, his brows tightly locked.

"That's it," Zhao Bohu waved his hand: "Ziliang, as the deputy commander of the Eighth Division of Chengzhou, you really shouldn't leave your busy military affairs to come to me." It's late today, so let's rest tomorrow, so let's go back to camp as soon as possible! so as not to fall into the mouth of others. ”

"Okay!" Ji Duoyou replied very simply: "I just can't rest assured of you, now that we have met, I know that you are safe, and I am also at ease." I'll be back early tomorrow morning! ”

"Oh, is it? Ji Duoyou only stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion for one night and left? In the inner room of Duke Zhou's mansion, Ji Ding tilted his head and looked directly at Mei Bo, who was whispering in his ear.

"Well," Mei Bo's reply was still with the usual flattery: "Early in the morning, the city gate officials came in with the news, the east city gate had just been opened, and Ji Duoyou only took a few guards and rode away, and hurriedly looked east, probably rushing back to the Chengzhou camp." Grandpa Guo, he must have returned to Beijing without permission, should we -------?"

Zhou Gongding waved his hand: "You underestimate this half-bearded boy too much, but they only came back to Beijing after playing the king." As he spoke, he picked up a silk book on the table that was as light as a cicada's wings, and shook it gently between his fingers: "This is sent by Rong Yi secretly, saying that the king heard that Mrs. Zhao had passed away, and he wanted to return to Beijing in person to comfort Zhao Gong, but he was afraid that if he came and went, if he was frozen, he would miss the Central Plains princes in the coming spring." That's why Ji Duoyou returned to the king of Beijing to visit. ”

"Humph!" As soon as his fingers loosened, the silk book fluttered into the furnace under the case, igniting a light blue flame: "Isn't it self-defeating to do as you say?" ”

Mei Bo hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty: "It's the old slave who thinks he's smart, fortunately, the grandfather of the country has already made a decision, and I hope that the grandfather will forgive the sin." ”

"Well, you are a loyal man, how can I not know?" Zhou Gongding flicked his sleeves indifferently and let him get up. Looking at the silk book that had become a scorched black butterfly in the furnace, he said to himself: "This Rongyi ------ is a character, his scheming is deep, and the old man is unpredictable!" ”

Fang just came up with an idea and touched his nose, and Mei Bo didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, so he just stood with his hands down, not wanting Zhou Gongding to turn around and ask first: "What else is there in the Prime Minister's Mansion?" ”

"There's a message, I don't know if it's useful or not."

"Speak!"

Mei Bo took a step forward and arched his hand: "I heard that Mrs. Zhao died suddenly because someone from her mother country had a request, and she vomited blood in a hurry. Later, before she died, Madame asked Zhao Zimu to agree to a request from her maternal brother, but Zhao Gong refused, but he couldn't resist Madame, so he agreed. On the same day, two servants set off for Fanguo and Luoyi respectively, about to deliver a letter. ”

"Fan Shizi------ Zhou Gongding pondered, he had also heard the movements of Fanguo, what else could a prince who had been demoted from the capital ask? can only ask the powerful Shoufu brother-in-law to help him stabilize his position as the son. What can be done to achieve this? Why do you want to send a letter to Luoyi at the same time?

Suddenly, he stood up and said categorically: "Rong Yi, who sent a message to Luoyi, if he receives any invitation from Zhaozi Mu about the son of the world, let him intercept it and prevent the Son of Heaven from seeing it." I'll write a silk book, and you can send it to Luoyi in person. ”

Mei Bo was a little confused: "What does Grandpa Guo mean by this?" ”

Seeing that he was at a loss, thinking that if he couldn't understand his original intention, it would be impossible to say anything to Rong Yi, Zhou Gongding picked up the knife and pen and said patiently: "I guess Zhao Zimu will definitely send a letter to Fanguo, indicating that Fanshi Zizi will go to Luoyi to participate in the court meeting in order to consolidate his position as the prince." But it was too late to invite Wang Xi, so he could only send a message to Luoyi at the same time. Just ask Rong Yi to suppress his letter, then this matter is Zhao Zi Mu He did it without authority, understand? ”

Mei Bo realized: "Grandpa's hand is high!" Immediately, he frowned again and said: "But in the end, the king is not in power, and Xiangyin can also pass an administrative order, so it seems that he can't defeat that Zhao Zimu." ”

Zhou Gongding raised his head: "Who said that he was going to be brought down?" ”

"Then why did ------ come here?" Maeber was even more puzzled.

"Between monarchs and ministers, like husband and wife, once there is a disagreement, they can no longer return to the previous state of intimacy and no suspicion. Do you understand? Isn't that the case with the king and queen of Xianyi? The old man's move is only to create a gap between them, and once there is a disagreement, it will accumulate more and more until it is irretrievable. ”

"Grandpa Guo is tall!" Mabel admired it from the bottom of his heart this time.

"It's just that in this way, you have to wait until the next spring court meeting to have a seizure. Alas! Zhou Gongding blew the engraved handwriting on the bamboo slip with regret, took a copper pipe and put it in, then sealed the seal clay, and handed it to Mei Bo.