Zhu Biao said: "It's suppressed, two days ago, Lao Wu also sent a letter, saying that in his fiefdom, there is no trace of the theist sect now." The words were quite proud, and through the cold words, he could feel Zhu Hu's excitement.

So where did this cult of God come from?

Chu Ze and the others all looked at Zhu.

Zhu didn't know what was going on.

"We don't know what's going on, it's too peaceful for us to come all the way, I don't know if it's us with a flag, so those people didn't dare to approach. But along the way, we have also heard a lot of remarks, all about how this god cult harms people. We even saw a person whose family was ruined because of his belief in the Divine Religion. Thinking of that scene, Zhu couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

Unfortunately, he arrived too late to save the lives of those poor people.

As for the suppression of cults, it is even more impossible.

Because that's not his fiefdom.

He met someone who could help, but he couldn't overstep his bounds.

"But we also told the local officials to pay more attention to this, and we also sent a letter to those brothers, asking them to quickly eliminate the Divine Cult." That's the only thing he can do.

Hearing Zhu's words, Zhu Biao nodded approvingly: "That's very good." But I have to tell my father about this. ”

Cults are not a trivial matter, and judging by the current situation, they already have quite a bit of a climate.

If you don't clean it up, you're afraid of causing a big disaster.

"Well, it's up to you, big brother, to talk about it." With the eldest brother here, he doesn't care about it.

It's also a big heart.

Chu Ze shook his head and chatted with them for a while before getting up to see them off.

After they left, Chu Ze returned to the study and quickly wrote an invitation, then called Zhao Si, handed the invitation to Zhao Si, and said, "Send this invitation to Lord Hu Weiyong, and tell him that we will have a big gift that day, please come and sit." ”

"And what if he doesn't come?" Zhao Si took the invitation and asked.

A trace of coldness flashed in Chu Ze's eyes, and he said with a smile: "If you don't come, you won't come, but he will have to bear the consequences." ”

Looking at Chu Ze's expression, Zhao Si's heart and liver trembled inexplicably.

Although Chu Ze didn't say anything, Zhao Si knew that Chu Ze definitely didn't have a good idea in his stomach.

I just don't know if we, Lord Hu, can resist it.

Zhao Si silently lit a wax for Hu Weiyong in his heart, turned around and ran out with a smoke, and sent a letter for Chu Ze.

Zhao Si left with his front foot, and a small guy ran in with his back foot.

"Master, I've replied!"

……

"Uncle Hu, I haven't seen you for a long time, I don't know if Uncle Hu's body is getting better?" Chu Ze's first sentence poked people's hearts.

The corners of Hu Weiyong's mouth twitched fiercely, and the smile on his face couldn't be maintained.

But he had to keep laughing.

Chu Ze wrote on the invitation card, saying that he was going to give him a big gift, or it was related to the robbers who cut the path outside Yingtianfu a few days ago.

When he saw this invitation, Hu Weiyong was shocked.

Almost subconsciously, he wanted to refuse.

But in the end, he agreed.

Today, he just wanted to see what kind of gift Chu Ze wanted to give him.

Hu Weiyong returned the salute with a smile and walked side by side with Chu Ze to the back garden of Chu Mansion.

The two chatted as they walked.

"Thanks to the blessing of the virtuous nephew, we can eat, drink, jump and jump now, and now we are going back to the court. To be honest, we still miss these days, leisurely. Hu Weiyong smacked his lips unsatisfactorily, and sighed reluctantly, as if he really missed it.

Chu Ze smiled and teased: "Well, I can see it, Master Hu is indeed quite idle, otherwise he wouldn't be able to trouble us every day." ”

Hu Weiyong's expression froze, and he stopped, his face full of shock.

"What is the name of the virtuous nephew, let's stay in our own house, how have you ever troubled the virtuous nephew?"

When he said this, he suddenly showed some serious expressions, leaned over to Chu Ze's side, and whispered, "Isn't the virtuous nephew falling for someone's tricks?" ”

"Let's tell the virtuous nephew, Uncle Hu, I like the virtuous nephew very much, you can't be instigated by others, just suspect Uncle Hu."

Just looking at Hu Weiyong's expression, Chu Ze may really believe his nonsense.

But all the things that happened during this period of time told him that these things were related to Hu Weiyong.

Thanks to him, he can still pretend that nothing happened.

Worthy of an old fox.

I don't know if this old fox can still pretend to be able to wait.

Chu Ze replied with a smile: "Then we naturally believe in Uncle Hu." Let's go, let's prepare a big gift for Uncle Hu today, Uncle Hu can't miss it. ”

He took Hu Weiyong to the backyard.

In the courtyard, there was a stage set up at this time, and there were several actors standing next to it.

When the actors saw Chu Ze and Hu Weiyong, they immediately knelt down and said goodbye.

Chu Ze called out and let them start singing.

Hu Weiyong also understands the play, looking at the dress of these people, what these people want to sing should be "Qionglin Banquet".

It tells the story of Bao Zheng, a famous minister in the Northern Song Dynasty, who avenged people's grievances.

A hint of deep thought flashed in Hu Weiyong's eyes.

Chu Ze invited himself to the banquet in a good manner, saying that he wanted to give gifts, which was already very suspicious.

Now I invite him to watch "The Banquet of Qionglin".

What does he want to do?

Hu Weiyong kept guessing in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

Take things as they come.

He, the prime minister, didn't do it for nothing.

Since Chu Ze wants to invite him to watch the play, then he can watch it.

The gong is good, and the play begins.

Not to mention, the group of actors invited by Chu Ze still have some skills, and they are all excellent in singing, reading, and playing.

Hu Weiyong was faintly fascinated.

Chu Ze suddenly turned his head sideways and asked him with a smile: "Uncle Hu, you said, this scholar Fan Zhongyu can come back from the dead, can our current people also come back from the dead?" ”

Hu Weiyong's mind instantly broke away from the play.

His eyes trembled slightly, and Bafeng smiled without moving: "How can there be any resurrection from the dead in this world, how can the virtuous nephew still believe in these gods and ghosts?" ”

"Uncle Hu doesn't believe it?"

"Lang Lang Qiankun, we are a rare king of sainthood, how can there be any gods or ghosts, it's just mediocrity disturbing themselves."

Chu Ze sighed meaningfully: "That's right." It is indeed impossible to come back from the dead, but if a person does not completely lose his breath, it can only be regarded as a resurrection, not a resurrection, Uncle Hu, you say yes? ”

Hu Weiyong's hand under the sleeve secretly clenched.

Chu Ze's words are clearly something in his words.

Suddenly, he thought of Qi Laoqi, who should have died.

Qi Laoqi is his confidant, and a few days ago, he was sent by him to arrange manpower to prevent Chu Ze's people from entering Beijing.

Before going, Qi Laoqi made an oath.

Either it will work out or he will die.

Just a few days ago, Hu Weiyong got the news of Qi Laoqi's arrest.

Early the next morning, the news of Qi Laoqi's death reached his ears.

After that, Hu Weiyong was relieved.

Qi Laoqi's relationship with him is very few people who know.

As long as Qi Laoqi dies, it will be difficult to find out about him.

Hu Weiyong could have sat back and relaxed.

(End of chapter)