When Yang Sanyuan woke up again, he was woken up by his newest concubine.

"What time is it?"

"Noon...... It's three o'clock in the afternoon, sir!"

"What!"

Yang Sanyuan was shocked, he went to the palace early in the morning, he remembered that when he confronted Xue Zha, the sun had just crossed the roof, "It's noon......?

The concubine wanted to speak and stopped, she was afraid that the old man would be angry, so she closed her mouth tightly.

Yang Sanyuan's eyes were vicious, he saw the strangeness of the concubine at a glance, hugged her into his arms and asked, "Little girl, tell me to the master, what happened?"

He asked, thinking that there was something special about the way he came home, and he wanted to figure it out from the concubine's description.

But I heard the concubine say, "Master...... Sir, you have slept for seven days and seven nights, and several ladies have set up the mourning hall for you, if not...... If I hadn't been qualified to go to the front to greet the guests, I wouldn't have been able to see you wake up!"

"Nonsense! a bunch of stupid pussies!"

Yang Sanyuan was furious, he threw the concubine who told him the truth on the bed, and was about to go out of the house with a snort.

The door creaked open from the outside, and several women in their thirties and forties walked in, followed by a palace physician carrying a medicine box.

"You ...... You all get down on my knees!"

Yang Sanyuan's chest rose and fell, he looked at his wife with trembling hands, his eyes were about to breathe fire, he didn't expect that he was just accidentally plotted by Xue Zha, this group of girls with long hair and short knowledge couldn't wait to bury him, which was an intolerable fault for a prime minister with a strong desire to control.

In the plopping sound, the imperial doctor who came to see the patient also knelt down.

Yang Sanyuan glanced at him, he was extremely experienced in politics, his mind moved, he snorted and waved his hand and said, "Close the door, I have something to say to Imperial Doctor Hu." ”

After a quarter of an hour, the entire prime minister's mansion was full of crying, and all the female dependents were wearing plain clothes, obviously going to have a funeral.

The news spread, and the story of seven days ago was once again brought up and talked about.

"You don't know...... Our Xuanwu King of the White Kingdom is strong, and the crown of the language on his head was so shocked, countless officials were so frightened that they lay on the ground, they were eager to lick the tips of the prince's toes, and a few of them were so unbearable that they were scared to pee their pants. ”

"Is there such a god as you say? I heard that King Xuanwu sent all the officials back to their respective mansions with great magical powers, and to this day, none of the officials have woken up, and it is said that the prime minister has fallen asleep directly!"

"Shhh......h Don't be heard by the people of Jinyiwei, Dongchang, and Xichang, be careful of causing trouble. ”

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Almost the entire capital was discussing these things, and the Yunguo mission, which had just entered the capital of the White Kingdom, naturally learned about it.

This time, the minister sent by Yunguo to envoy Bai Guo was called Song Xian, who deliberately divided the people into two groups, and he took a wave of squid himself, and walked through the south gate of the capital of Bai Guo, and was sent to the official reception by the officials of the Ministry of Rites of Bai Guo.

In the other wave, his nephew Song Zhenyu led people to dress up in disguise and listen around for news.

The reason why Song Zhenyu was confident in finding out the news in the capital where Jinyiwei, East Factory, and West Factory were all over was because he was also a language king.

In the evening, Song Zhenyu, the king of language, took people back to the embassy, summarized and reported the news he heard during the day to his uncle, and then said: "This Xue Zhe seems to be a powerful person, he killed a prime minister in more than a month after coming to the capital, Yang Sanyuan is a fierce man who has given our country a headache for more than 20 years......"

Song Xian picked up the slip handed to him by Song Zhenyu, carefully read every word on it and put it down, then shook his head and said, "No, I think it's very wrong." ”

According to the word of mouth of these people in the capital, there are only three things that can be determined. ”

As he spoke, Song Xian stretched out a finger and said, "First, seven days ago, Yang Sanyuan, the prime minister of the White Kingdom, did lead a hundred officials to the palace, and his purpose should be what he wanted to do with the three prime ministers' orders, and it is estimated that the threshold of his holy realm is right now." ”

"Second, the King Xuanwu named Xue Zha is indeed powerful, he used an idiom to send all three or five hundred people home in one go, and to this day, none of these people have come forward. ”

Song Xian stretched out another finger, and Song Zhenyu asked curiously, "That's right...... These people didn't show their heads, and Yang Sanyuan's family started to hold funerals again, so what else is there to suspect?"

"Son, then you have to listen to what I can determine about the third thing......

Song Xian stretched out another finger, and he said: "Third, we can only confirm that the Prime Minister's Mansion is holding a funeral, but we can't be sure that Yang Sanyuan is dead, after all, other officials have not held funerals at home, if Yang Sanyuan is dead, it shouldn't be today." ”

Song Zhenyu was stunned, he had been with his uncle for so many years, his brain was also fast, and after reacting, he hurriedly wrote down the three points summarized by his uncle on paper, and then handed it to Song Xian and said, "Uncle, looking at these three points, what are we going to do next?"

"You don't have to do anything...... Eat, drink, and drink tea, participate in poetry meetings, don't lose the face of our Yunguo scholars, and we are not in a hurry for the rest. ”

Song Xian smiled and put away his nephew's newly written note, which was a good habit for him and his nephew, most things were written on paper, which was clear at a glance and convenient for discussion.

The news that the Yunguo delegation came to the capital of the White Kingdom soon spread, and such news reached the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Yang Sanyuan, who was supposed to be lying on the mourning hall, slapped the table and laughed non-stop.

"Go...... Let Huo Yunpeng go to Song Xian's nephew to play, they are all young and handsome, they should be befriended more, if it is convenient, remember to remind Song Xian to come to my Prime Minister's Mansion to attend the funeral. ”

Yang Sanyuan instructed the guards standing aside, and then said after a deep groan: "Prepare the study room for me, I want to write a letter to the prime minister of the Sha Kingdom in the north." ”

No one knows what Yang Sanyuan wants to do, especially those who stand at the top of this white country.

His Majesty the Emperor sat worriedly in the main hall of the palace, he looked at the report of the Jinyiwei that Deng Tao personally brought him, shook his head and asked: "You said that those officials have just woken up, and so is Yang Sanyuan, but this old boy will do funerals as soon as he wakes up?"

"Who said no, Your Majesty! I guess this surnamed Yang is so angry that he wants to excuse his death to ask Your Majesty for your resignation!"

Deng Tao licked and said with a smile that with his political wisdom, at most this is the end.

His Majesty the Emperor shook his head, and after he muttered: "Other officials are watching, although they haven't gone to various yamen offices yet, but no one has followed Yang Sanyuan's example, why do you say this?"

"Uh...... How do I know that? They don't dare......

Deng Tao touched the back of his head and said, this question, let him answer, a bit demanding.

His Majesty the Emperor shook his head, and after he groaned, he said directly: "Xiao Taozi...... You go in person, go to Xuanwu Palace, and invite Xue Zha to me. ”

"Hmm...... I warn you, don't give me a moth, I can't protect you if it annoys him!"

Deng Tao turned around speechlessly and took the order, he said in his heart: I am an old minister who has been with you all my life, and I am not as good as a little guy, even if Yuwang Lu is farther than me...... You don't have to hurt me so obviously, do you?

If he hadn't been tied to the chariot of the Bai royal family with the whole family, it was estimated that he would have to go to the embassy to talk to Song Xian's uncle and nephew at this time.