Jiang Ling is actually having a hard time these days.

He is the strongest person in the Great Qi royal family, except for the Great Qi Emperor, and now that the Great Qi Emperor has passed away, then he is the most powerful man.

Speaking of which, in the past two years, in addition to the original Da Zongzheng, many people have come to express their hopes that he will go further.

This includes the important ministers of the court, but also the heads of those families.

They don't care if Emperor Daqi is gone, whether it is his sons or one of his brothers who will sit on the throne, as long as the surname is Jiang, it will be enough.

Even if you change your surname, you can't do it, but if the price is too high, they will be reluctant.

Some people say that life is a practice, but for them, life is actually a business.

It doesn't matter who you do business with or how you do business, the only thing that matters is whether the business will be profitable and what you will earn.

Whether it's just getting your hands on it, or the ones that you can't see, but are actually useful.

But no matter what these people said and promised, Jiang Ling was unmoved.

He knows a truth very well, that is, to sit on the dragon chair, not only to look at himself, but also to see what is behind him.

The so-called looking at oneself also sees a lot, such as cultivation, which is just one of them, and of course there will be people who look at their own potential.

Thinking of these things, Jiang Ling felt that in the current situation, before he was fully prepared, he must not be left behind, whether it was to fight for it himself, or to support a certain prince, he had to look at it again.

Standing in the courtyard, Jiang Ling looked at the sky, and then turned his head with a complicated expression to look at the small pond not far away, and this King Hu was about to turn around and go back to the house.

But soon, a person over there came in a hurry and whispered something in his ear, Jiang Ling shook his head and said coldly: "No, this old guy, no matter how many times you come, you say that this king has been in bed for many days, and he has seen that time is running out, and he is powerless about these things." ”

The steward nodded, but soon became embarrassed: "Dazong Zheng said that if the prince is still sick when he comes to visit again tomorrow, then he will have to ask for a royal doctor." ”

Jiang Ling sneered: "Please invite the imperial doctor, let him invite, when he invites, this king wants to ask, who gave him the authority to invite the imperial doctor, he really thinks that he is the emperor?"

The steward didn't dare to talk, this kind of thing, he was a subordinate, where did he dare to say something.

Jiang Ling these days, the biggest headache is this Dazongzheng, although the current Daqi has not established a new monarch, but the political affairs are presided over by Lord Taifu, which is quite smooth, and there are no problems up and down, but this Dazongzheng has been shouting in the court more than once, saying that the country cannot be without a monarch for a day, and the matter of electing a new monarch must be put on the agenda.

But people with a little insight know that once they start talking about these things, then the court will definitely quarrel, and in the very first time when the news of Emperor Bintian of Great Qi came, wasn't that the case?

For half a month, the ministers in the court all expressed their opinions on who should be the new king, and the final result was that no one could convince anyone.

This court is not a fuel-efficient place, the important ministers who were born in the gate valve, and there are those gate valves behind them, and their attitude is the attitude of the gate valve.

As for those ministers from poor backgrounds, don't look at the fact that there are no people standing behind them, but they have been operating in the court for many years, and many protégés and former officials come and go, entangled, and it is not so easy to solve.

In general, it doesn't matter which of these princes is suitable for a few tails, as long as there are people standing behind them, then there will be a lot of voices, and only one day when all the voices disappear and become one voice, then it will really end.

"Now everyone knows that the situation is very delicate, only this old fellow, walking around the capital all day, he thinks that his mouth can convince others, it is really a dream, if he convinces people, this king will be ...... long ago"

Abrupt stop.

Jiang Ling didn't continue.

and the steward shall not have heard.

Jiang Ling finally instructed: "Anyway, remember one thing, but whenever the old man of Dazongzheng comes to the door, he will be stuck at the gate for me, don't let him in, and the king will not see him when he comes in." ”

The steward nodded, although he still had doubts about whether he could complete it, but at this moment, what else could he say besides nodding?

Jiang Ling turned around and walked back to the study, picked up a book by the window, flipped through it casually, but still didn't have the heart to look at it, put down the book, Jiang Ling looked into the distance, his eyes were a little gloomy.

Although the situation is still uncertain, he knows very well that the chances of him sitting on that dragon chair are slim.

Although he knew that this would be the result from the beginning, but at this point, he couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

If he can really sit on the dragon chair, then he will really create a history of ascending to the top of the throne from the side lineage.

It's a pity.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but sigh.

At this time, the steward came to the window again and whispered, "Lord Wang, Liang Zhao is here." ”

Jiang Ling raised his head and glanced at the steward.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Jiang Ling did not react, the steward asked softly, "Do you want to stop him?"

Jiang Ling thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Bring him in, I want to see this wild ...... He was going to say something. ”

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Gu Meng beat the horse slowly, but he didn't let the white horse who liked to be lazy carry him all day long, but every time it was dusk, he would dismount and lead the horse, one person and one horse, walking in the dusk, it was also beautiful.

When he stayed overnight, Gu Meng was going to make a fire, originally as a cultivator like him, of course, he didn't need to eat, but one night, he found a few wild sweet potatoes to bake for the white horse to eat, who knew that after that day, when this guy let it eat grass again, it was like a little daughter-in-law who had been treated badly, and looked at Gu Meng with its resentful eyes, if Gu Meng ignored it, it would be full of tears, and it was really pitiful to look at.

So after that, every time he lit a fire at night, Gu Meng had to find some wild fruits to roast, anyway, he didn't eat them, they were all for this beast.

That night, one day and one horse were roasting and eating fruit, and the white horse was chewing wild fruit, and his face was satisfied, whether he bowed his head and drank the wine in the big water scoop in front of him.

That water scoop was made of a big gourd that Gu Meng saw before, it was very big, and it was just right to make drinking utensils for this white horse.

Of course, he said that he was drinking water, but this guy had already fallen in love with alcohol, and if he didn't drink, he felt uncomfortable.

Gu Meng had never seen such a horse, but he didn't think it was strange, but he wanted to laugh a little.

Bai Ma lowered his head and drank, Gu Meng also drank, one person and one horse, all very comfortable.

Gu Meng thought to himself: "You guy, if you don't stay by my side one day, who will care if you drink?"

At this time, the white horse, who was already a little drunk, didn't bother to pay attention to Gu Ming, just thinking about the two little mares in the horse farm.

Gu Meng suddenly said, "I haven't named you yet, why don't I give you a name?"

Hakuba didn't answer.

Gu Meng said to himself: "You like to drink so much, and you don't like to eat grass anymore, it's very weird now, then I'll call you a donkey." ”

The white horse didn't know anything when he wasn't drunk at this moment, and when he heard this, he snorted, a little dissatisfied.

Lao Tzu is a good horse, you call me a donkey?

Gu Mingke didn't care what it was thinking, and said to himself: "Forget it, this name is not good, it doesn't sound good, just call you Xiaobai, I don't understand anything." ”

Gu Meng said with a smile: "Let's just go to this floor, when we get to Xian Mall, I'll let you go, after that place, I'll hurry up, and when the time comes, you can do whatever you need to do." ”

The white horse snorted, that is to say, Lao Tzu also thinks so, who wants to give you this embryo to kill together?

Gu Meng didn't know if he knew Bai Ma's thoughts, turned his head and patted his horse's head, and said with a smile: "Although I said that, if you don't have a good time during this time, when I get to Xian Mall, I will sell you to a donkey meat restaurant and let people eat you as donkey meat." ”

The white horse's body stiffened, and he woke up more than half of the wine.

It looked at Gu Meng flatteringly.

Gu Meng touched it, looked into the distance with drunken eyes and said, "I suddenly remembered the wild cat, speaking of which the cat is really white, like a white tiger." ”

Bai Ma didn't understand, but he was talking nonsense.

Gu Meng didn't, the white cat was seen in the cave where Emperor Daqi was tried, these days, I don't know why, I keep thinking of that cat in my mind.

For no reason.

It seems to be the weirdest thing.

Gu Meng thought about things for a while, and then fell asleep.

The white horse also fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Gu Meng suddenly woke up in a daze, and there was a fire in front of him.

If you look closely, it's a lot of torches.

Illuminates the night sky.

Gu Meng came back to his senses.

The white horse has already stood up.

He took a closer look and realized that he had encountered a bandit.

Among them, there was a woman who looked strong, and shouted at Gu Ming: "She looks so good, tie me up and send me to bed." ”

Gu Meng didn't say much, just called out the candle tour with a smile.

The flying sword wandered around among the bandits, and did not kill anyone.

Gu Meng sat up, looked at them and asked, "Don't run yet?"