The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 704 Crazy Criticism Beauty Takes Villain Script 34

   Emperor Liang said: "It seems that Aiqing is indeed old and unable to bear the pain of bereavement. In this case, I allow you to rest at home for a month without having to go to court."

   "Your Majesty!"

   Emperor Liang sighed, a tone I could understand.

"I am also very saddened by the death of the brave general. No one wants to lose the pillar of the country. Please rest assured, Aiqing. It's fair to everyone!"

"This…"

Prime Minister Zhang's original intention was to let the emperor decide for General Zhang and let Gu Feibai be the fuse, but now it is said to be a rest, but in fact, he has been suspended for a month, and he has to re-investigate the case of the King of Nanning. The Zhang family is on the way to a dead end!

   But Prime Minister Zhang couldn't say a word, he said it first, the emperor was just to satisfy his thoughts.

  Emperor's mind is an emperor after all.

   "Does Aiqing have any objections?" Emperor Liang asked.

   If you refuse again, you just don’t know what’s good or bad.

   Prime Minister Zhang felt a chill, bowed his head and kowtowed: "I kowtow to thank Longen."

   He was on his body, looking very pitiful.

  Su Ziheng frowned slightly, a little unbearable, and stretched out his hand to help Prime Minister Zhang: "Uncle, you get up first."

   Prime Minister Zhang stiffened and slowly raised his head.

   Su Ziheng's heart jumped slightly, and the next second he noticed that everyone's eyes were on him, and he looked up at the people on the high platform.

   Emperor Liang was looking at him with obscure eyes.

  Su Ziheng was startled, and realized later that he had just made a blunder, and he should not have reached out his hand.

   "His Royal Highness is kind, and the old minister is ashamed." Prime Minister Zhang's voice relieved him.

  Su Ziheng also took advantage of these words to go down the steps and withdraw his hand, pursed his thin lips, and unconsciously, cold sweat broke out on his back, and his voice was smiling.

   "The ministers in the DPRK and the central government are all doing their best for Daliang, everyone should take responsibility!"

  He was the crown prince first, the son of the emperor, and then the nephew of Prime Minister Zhang.

   An unidentified smirk fell from the top of his head.

Emperor Liang turned his jade wrench, his eyes swept over the stiff Su Ziheng, and moved his eyes mercifully, looking at Prime Minister Zhang who still did not get up, and then slowly glanced at the entire court: "What else do you have to do? Recital?"

   No answer.

   "Disperse the dynasty!" The emperor waved his long sleeves and stepped down from the dragon chair.

   "Prime Minister, take care of your health." Su Qingan passed by Prime Minister Zhang with a low voice.

   "Lend the princess auspicious words." Prime Minister Zhang was old-fashioned, got up slowly, stared at Su Qing'an, his lips parted into a smile: "So is Princess Zhaoyi."

   Outside the main hall.

   "Father."

   Emperor Liang turned around when he heard the voice.

The daughter behind    looked at him with a smile: "My son wants to ask for a cup of tea with the royal father."

   Emperor Liang narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a moment, he was right.

   Among these sons and daughters, Su Qing'an is the most like him. When Emperor Liang saw her, he couldn't help but think of himself when he was young.

   Although he was dissatisfied with Zhang Mansion, he never thought of abolishing the crown prince. Su Ziheng was his satisfied prince. If Su Qingan had two hearts...

  The Prime Minister's House.

   "Gu Feibai." Su Ziheng's blood-red eyes squeezed out these three words, "I want him to die without a burial place! Bury for the second uncle!"

   Prime Minister Zhang sat on the seat and made tea, no longer the sadness and anger in the court, and calmly said: "Gu Feibai must have found something, he can't go back to Beijing."

  Su Ziheng never dared to underestimate Prime Minister Zhang's scheming: "What can I do, uncle?"

   Losing the right-hand man of General Zhang is equivalent to losing a great help in military power. Su Ziheng regrets and feels heartache, and counts all the hatred on Gu Feibai, and Su Qingan!

   Prime Minister Zhang said with an unclear meaning: "I guess... Gu Feibai will definitely return to Beijing privately and early."

   Gu Feibai and Su Qing'an are on good terms. To be fair, it's always Su Qing'an's left arm to pay for it.

   He will use Gu Feibai's blood to comfort his younger brother's spirit in heaven!

  The two conspired in the study for an hour before Su Ziheng quietly left the Prime Minister's Mansion. Before leaving, Prime Minister Zhang told him: "Remember, you can't show too much sadness now, and you can't be sad either."

  Su Ziheng nodded in response: "Nephew understands."

  East Palace.

  Su Ziheng saw the visitor and said respectfully, "Teacher."

   The young man is tall and handsome, with a handsome face, standing among the rockery and flowing water, with a sense of transcendence from the mundane, and nodding slightly.

   There are not many people that Su Ziheng admires, but Lu Nanxu is one of them.

   He always wanted to win over Lu Nanxu to be his own person. Even in the eyes of the outside world, Taifu was his teacher and was always on his side, but Su Ziheng never saw through him.

   "What do you think about this battle in the North?" Su Ziheng played with Lu Nanxu, dropped a white letter on the chessboard, and asked tentatively.

   "I can't use my mind twice, the prince is going to lose." Lu Nanxu said lightly.

  Su Ziheng looked at the chessboard and laughed dumbly: "Teacher is superb at chess, Ziheng is ashamed of himself!"

   He played with the chess pieces slowly, and seemed to say casually, "Gu Feibai's return this time will finally be able to honor his ancestors."

  Lu Nanxu dropped a son.

   He didn't speak until the game was over.

   "I only wish the world peace and the Haiqing River feast."

  Su Ziheng couldn't wait to respond: "The teacher's wish is also a lonely wish!"

  Lu Nan Xu: "The prince should be a virtuous person, and he has the world in his heart. Although the prime minister is your uncle, it should not be too close."

  Lu Nanxu clearly saw that Prime Minister Zhang had the ambition of a wolf son, the emperor was the most taboo, and Su Ziheng had to catch up.

  Su Ziheng disagreed and said: "Taifu's words are bad. Gu's uncle is sincere for his ministers, and he values ​​righteousness for his relatives. How can Gu alienate him because he avoids suspicion?"

  Lu Nanxu's tone was slightly serious: "Everything has a limit, and it's too much."

  Su Ziheng was a little impatient and didn't want to listen any more, so he changed the subject: "Teacher, let's play another game."

   "No need." Lu Nanxu got up, "Prince is impatient, let's take a look at the golden mean on weekdays."

Su Ziheng's face was gloomy. After watching Lu Nanxu leave, he kicked the chessboard and pouted: "They are all on the same boat, what are you pretending to be with me and calling you a teacher, you really think Gu is stupid. student?!"

   Moderate, huh, how could he see this kind of thing.

   When he ascends the throne, Lu Nanxu must understand the way of honoring the king!

  Su Qingan received a letter from Gu Feibai, in which he explained a few words about the situation of the battle, and finally said - I am tracing the evidence of the year, and then I will go back to Beijing and entrust it to the Son of Heaven.

   She rubbed the center of her brows, her brows and eyes were dyed a little tired, but not a little precious, she thought casually.

  The first step has been taken, and the second step is the most important.

  Gu Fei Bai returned to Beijing, it was difficult.

   However, no matter how difficult it is, there is still a way to go.

  In May, the wheat in Kyoto is thin, and the rain is light in the yellow plum season.

   The continuous rain was cold, blurring the courtyard. The pomegranate flowers planted in the Princess House were still blooming, and the fiery red pomegranate flowers were scattered on the moss.

   (end of this chapter)