Chapter 373 Plan and Move

In Zichen Hall, Zhao Dezhao was writing on the rice paper with his head down. In silence, he only heard the wolf's jade pen stained with ink rustle on the rice paper.

The country is thousands of miles, where is my lord!

The eight words seem to be with a wave. The handwriting is round and the pen is soft, but the balance between the pen and the pen is powerful, and there is a sharp edge.

He put the wolf's green jade pen on the yellow pear pen holder carved in the sunrise mountains and rivers at hand. Zhao Dezhao picked up the rice paper with both hands, and his eyes flashed, staring at the eight words written on the rice paper carefully.

The faint fragrance comes from the ink, which is Zhao Dezhao's favorite taste, but at this moment, he does not have the refreshing pleasure of the past.

Before he ascended the throne, it can be said that he was looking forward to it day and night, trying to enter the towering palace that should have belonged to him, but now he really sat on the throne, and there were more distress that made him suffocated.

It was not until that night that Zhao Dezhao understood the terribleness of Wang Bo and Wei Zhuang. Between his hands and feet, it turned out to be more than half of the forbidden army. More importantly, the maids and guards in the palace who accompanied him day and night also had their men. In this way, as an emperor, how could he not sleep and eat?

If one day, such a situation reappears, who will be dragged down to the throne?

Thinking of this, a trace of fierceness flashed in Zhao Dezhao's narrow eyes, and his breath subconsciously became thick. He kneaded the rice paper in his hand into a ball and threw it to one side very hard.

The wrinkled paper ball rolled down the hall along the steps, fell several feet away, and finally stopped at the feet of Peng Yan, who bowed and walked in quickly.

Seeing this sudden paper ball, Peng Yan was really shocked at first. He stopped and looked up at Zhao Dezhao with a cold face. Seeing that he was angry, he immediately stabbed his back like a needle. In panic, he lowered his head and stayed in the same place. He did not dare to move forward or make a sound.

After a while, the hall came to hum, "You slave, what are you doing in!"

Hearing the words, Peng Yan, who bowed down, remembered that there was something important to report when he entered the hall, but he was shocked by Zhao Dezhao's cold and angry appearance just now. He held the words in his heart and didn't dare to say it. At this moment, listening to Zhao Dezhao's question, he quickly saluted and whispered, "The official, I have something to report."

"Say, if you rub with me again, you will kill your dog with a knife!"

His body trembled, and Peng Yan's tongue trembled, "Go back to the official family... the official family... Those people in the palace ran away..."

"What!"

Zhao Dezhao suddenly stood up from the dragon chair. Those people refer to the maids of honor secretly inserted in the palace. Because there have been taboos in his heart, since he ascended the throne, although he has not responded to the net and quicksand, nor taken action against Wang Bo and Wei Zhuang, in private, he has been A confidant investigation has been sent to wait until the time is ripe, either to make them loyal to themselves, or to catch them all.

No matter how Zhao Dezhao calculated, he didn't expect that these people lurking around him would disappear silently.

The forbidden place of the imperial city is free to come and go.

Do you also pay attention to him, the emperor of the Song Dynasty?

The white hand hit the table, and thick ink splashed out in the inkstone, and several dots of different sizes fell on the unwritten rice paper.

After a period of cloudy and sunny face, Zhao Dezhao glanced at Peng Yan, "Can you find Weizhuang?"

Hearing this, Peng Yan's forehead overflowed with cold sweat, "Go back to the official home, Wei Zhuang's whereabouts are strange, and I have sent more people. I believe there will be news soon..."

"Waste!"

The wide sleeve robe was thrown over, crossed the air, and made a crisp sound. Peng Yan heard the sound, her legs curved, knelt on the ground, and kept talking about begging for mercy.

For a long time, Zhao Dezhao's breath gradually calmed down. Wei Zhuang was very mysterious. Zhao Guangyi had never surrendered. He must have something extraordinary. He stabilized his undulating chest, lifted the ink-stained rice paper, picked up the wolf's jade pen, and wrote a word 'forbearance' on the new rice paper.

Only by enduring what ordinary people can't tolerate, plan and then move can you do what ordinary people can't do.

I don't know how many times Zhao Dezhao has written the word 'forbear'. He has already shown the horizontal hook vertical pen. Seeing the word 'forbearance', he took a deep breath, and then slowly put down the pen in his hand.

"Drive to the Duke of Qi."

Since you can't find Wei Zhuang, you can start from Wang Bo and can't punish him. You can be close to him, but one day, the 'net' and 'flown' will be in your hands like the Song Dynasty.

Retaught here, Zhao Dezhao seemed to hold something firmly in his hands and slowly clenched his fist.

The emperor ordered that Peng Yan pulled out his legs and went to Zhang Luo. After a few steps back, he happened to remember the matter and said with a little fear, "The official family, the slave listened to people's report, and the Marquis Wenwu changed his name."

"Oh?"

Zhao Dezhao whispered softly and did not raise his head. He still stared at the word "ninja" on the rice paper, paused a little, and then said, "What did you change?"

"Yang Yanfeng."

After saying this, he secretly glanced at Zhao Dezhao in the hall and saw that his face seemed to be relieved. Peng Yan was secretly relieved.

Sure enough, this is good news.

"You slave, why don't you go out!"

A low shout sounded in his ear. Although it was an angry curse, Peng Yan, who had been following Zhao Dezhao for many years, understood that the anger of the official family had subsided, and hurriedly bowed and retreated quickly.

Ten miles outside the imperial city, the rosefinch bridge is not as rich and beautiful, and even the most flowery downtown blocks are far away. It is such an ordinary and cold alley, located in the Qigong Mansion, which has gone through the Five Dynasties and is still outstanding.

The green tile and pink wall is mottled, and the lanterns are swaying with the wind.

Two stone lions stood in front of the door. The door was closed, and there was no servant on duty or the guard. It was not as elegant as the rich gentry merchants.

Seeing such a situation, Peng Yan couldn't help frowning. This was the first time he came to the Duke of Qi. Once, Zhao Dezhao was in trouble. Although he was an imperial aristocrat, his identity could not be compared with Wang Bo, who held a high position.

However, I really didn't expect that the Qi Gong Mansion was so ordinary, and even made Peng Yanxin, who was used to the palace, have the word 'shabby'.

"Dad-dad."

Without waiting for Zhao Dezhao to speak, Peng Yan trotted forward and knocked on the beast ring hanging between the door, but he didn't hear the sound in the door for a long time. Suddenly, he felt quite anxious. He raised his head and was ready to knock on the door again and wanted to open his voice to call people.

"You must not be rude."

Behind him, Zhao Dezhao had already stepped down from Huayu. In his words, Peng Yan did not dare to do anything. He quickly put down his hand and stood aside submissively.

In this way, in March, in front of an ordinary but unusual courtyard, stood the most powerful emperor of the Song Dynasty; the alley was covered with bright armor and murderous armor.

"Squeak."

Finally, the door was knocked open, and a middle-aged man leaned out to face Dunhou. When he saw Zhao Dezhao and his party, there was a trace of doubt in his eyes, and then he saluted him in panic.

There was no displeasure and unhappiness at all. Zhao Dezhao avoided the courtesy of the people who came, and then stopped him from entering the hospital to report, laughing and taking the lead.

Through the corridor that is not spacious but surrounded by gorgeous flowers and plants, it becomes slightly open in front of a rockery and water. In the small pavilion, Wang Pu is dressed in a plain robe and tasting tea safely in front of the trickle.

"Wang Shi is in!"

Under the bright laughter, Zhao Dezhao quickly walked up, and Wang Pu, who heard the sound, obviously did not expect the sudden visit of the official family. He immediately got up in a panic and hurried to salute, "I have seen the official family."

"Master Wang doesn't need much courtesy. I have nothing to do in this palace. On a whim, I came to the government, but it disturbed the purity of Master Wang?"

"Don't be like this. How can I take responsibility?"

Wang Pu saluted repeatedly and couldn't cry out, but Zhao Dezhao shook his hand. "It doesn't matter. Wang Shi has also taught me to solve my problems. Naturally, he deserves it."

When Zhao Kuangyin was in the throne, Wang Pu was the crown prince Shaobao, and the crown prince at that time was Zhao Dezhao, so this Wang Shi was also called.

Seeing Zhao Dezhao's insistence, it was not easy for Wang Pu to refuse any more, which made people send tea again. The two sat in the pavilion and began to talk.

However, it was probably Zhao Dezhao who was talking about the past and sighed at the same time.

"Master Wang, since I ascended the throne, I have been unable to sleep and eat. Some words are kept in my heart, and I dare not talk to others. But after hiding for a long time, I just feel very uncomfortable.

Zhao Dezhao sighed, picked up the tea, and took a sip, "Do you think I can be the emperor?"

On the opposite side, Wang Pu's face changed. He got up and said, "The officials are talented and intelligent, diligent and love the people, and the civil and military officials perform their respective duties. How can I not prosper in the Song Dynasty?"

Hearing this, Zhao Dezhao seemed to be comforted. He put down the blue and white cup in his hand, nodded and smiled, "Master Wang is right. I'm still young..."

Later, Zhao Dezhao turned around and said some old words. Wang Pu listened quietly again. When he said that he was tired and rested, he said, "The old minister had planned to raise something with the officials in the early morning. It happened that the holy driver was placed in the old minister's house today, so he wanted to take this opportunity to talk about it. I hope the official. It's a good deal."

"It doesn't matter if Wang Shi said it."

"Thank you to the official family."

Wang Pu got up and saluted. After the ceremony, he continued, "The old minister was deeply entrusted by the previous emperor. I'm afraid he was restless all day long. It's just that over the years, the old minister has been lonely and humiliated the order of the former emperor. Fortunately, the previous emperor helped each other in the dark, so that the official family ascended the throne. The Song Dynasty no longer fell into the hands of others. It is really gratifying and gratifying.

It seemed a little difficult to suppress the excitement in my heart. I coughed violently. After the handkerchief was taken away from my mouth, a touch of red and eye-catching on the snow-white silk cloth.

Wang Pu didn't care about this at all. There was a trace of flush on his face. After a time, he eased his mood, but sighed deeply.

"It's a pity that time is not waiting for people. In a while, the old minister is almost old, and his body and bones are also too sick, and there is no essence of the past."

"Wang Shi is not in good health?"

Zhao Dezhao said hurriedly, and later he stared at Wang Pu with concern, "I'm going to send the royal doctor to recuperate for Wang Shihaosheng."

After thanking Zhao Dezhao, Wang Pu continued to say, "The old minister has been ill for a long time. Even if Hua Tuo is alive, I'm afraid he will not be able to return to heaven. Now that the head of the government is in charge of the country, the old minister can return to Bingzhou at ease."

"Wang Shi is going to return to his hometown!"

Zhao Dezhao stood up from his seat in shock. He knew that Wang Pu was from Bingzhou. At present, he naturally wanted to resign.

Wang Pu nodded and said, "The old minister will be rotten wood, and his talent and learning is also nothing. If he is in a high position, he will feel ashamed in his heart. Please be grateful."

After saying that, Wang Pu bent his legs and knelt down. His thin body under the white robe trembled with a cough. A warm wind blew by and lifted the silver wire he wore behind him.

"Alas..."

Zhao Dezhao sighed and came forward to help Wang Pu, "Master Wang, please get up quickly. I will rely on you."

Maybe it was Wang Pu's resignation, which made Zhao Dezhao more sad and sad. There was obviously more loss and sadness in his words, so he stayed for a while and took people back to the palace.

"Your Excellency, drink some tea and rinse your mouth."

The middle-aged man who opened the door before stood beside Wang Pu with a cup of tea quietly, and the latter was used to this situation. He took a cup of tea in his mouth, and then spit it out.

The water fell on the masonry, with a slight red color.

After wiping the water stains on his mouth, Wang Pu smiled and said, "Hongyan, thanks to your clever, I added a mezzanine to the handkerchief, which contains chicken blood, so that I can avoid the disaster."

"Your Excellency, then we should..."

He threw the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand on the stone table, and Wang Pu brushed his beard. "I'm really running out of time. I'm resigning today, which can also keep the 'net'. What should be done and what should not be done have been done. It's time to return to your hometown.

With that, Wang Pu looked at the stream falling from the rockery and sighed deeply, as if he wanted to tell the past and honor and disgrace of his life.