Sheng Fu

Chapter 88 One Step

seventh day.

The snow blows over the capital.

People from the Zhao family came, and what was different from what he expected was that Mr. Zhao Ling personally came to the imperial capital.

Ping Wang Mansion.

Xu Huanshan also spent the New Year's Eve with his master at Bailu Academy on the [-]th and the first day of the new year, and lived in the Prince Ping Mansion since the second day of the new year.

As one of the four chiefs, Xu Huanshan was treated like this, but the other three did not have it. If the four chiefs wanted to enter the temple in the future, Ping Wangfu would be the first and last springboard.

This matter was not hidden, most officials in the imperial capital already knew that Xu Huanshan lived in this palace, and gradually showed a great influence.

No one knows what Yuwenjun will do in the future.

Jing Peiyao will go to Beihai in the future.

Liu Qinghua is a woman after all, and even if she becomes one of the Eight Gus, she may not be able to make waves.

After this comparison, only the road at the foot of Xu Huan Mountain was the most reliable.

On the tea table, Xu Huanshan put down the file in his hand, and said softly, "No matter what position, Zhao Bing died under my sword after all."

"Whether sincere or false, I should go and apologize to his family."

King Ping looked at Xu Huanshan and thought for a while, and smiled: "This is hypocritical enough, you are very good, and it is possible to become a generation of mellow ministers in the future."

Although hypocrisy is hypocritical, it also has a form. For many people who need comfort, hypocrisy can be regarded as a good medicine.

As long as Xu Huanshan's attitude of apology is pious enough, he can still take care of the Zhao family's face and calm the Nanren's emotions invisibly.

Although it's just a drop in the bucket, the lofty platform is based on a single step.

It is very good to have such awareness at such an age.

Xu Huanshan has long been in the heart of the emperor.

King Ping continued: "Your thoughts are in line with the previous layout, but there is no need for this now. Stay here quietly, read and drink tea and practice, in short, keep yourselves safe."

Xu Huanshan tacitly agreed that although King Ping had no extraordinary achievements, he had never made mistakes over the years, otherwise, how could he have such great power in his hands.

Jinhua Palace.

The emperor was dressed in a black cloak, his hair was disheveled, and his posture was casual. Duanmuzhi was accompanied by Li Hongshan.

The members of the Zhao family were waiting outside the hall, and Mr. Zhao Ling met the emperor alone.

Dressed in a black plain dress of fine material, with a jade crown tied with her hair, and her waist straight, just as she was about to salute, the Emperor smiled and said, "Aiqing is deeply saddened, and there is no need for these red tapes at this moment."

After hearing this, the old man bowed with both hands, and said neither humble nor arrogant: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

"My grandson has been fond of learning since he was a child, and he is outstanding in both governance and martial arts. Although it is a long way from Wujue, it is indeed my treasure."

"I originally thought that after I stepped into Huangquan, I would directly pass his father and pass on the position of the head of the family to him."

"I also believe that he can do better than me, at least he is much stronger than his father."

The next generation loves the dead, Zhao Ling has a good grandson in her heart, and she has both the next generation, and she really wants to pass on the position of the head of the family to Zhao Bing.

As long as he can kill Xu Huanshan, the heir to the Zhao family can be settled.

This credit is unique.

Zhao Ling said sadly: "Where can I get it, now it's actually a white-haired person sending a black-haired person."

Reaching out and wiping the corners of his eyes, the silent cry was the most heartbroken.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and took a closer look at Zhao Ling. He was indeed an old man, but he was also full of gorgeous hair. He was really not a serious white-haired person.

I wanted to make a sarcastic one or two, but then I thought about it, who let a good grandson really die.

Dare to let Zhao Bing, the hidden successor, come to the imperial capital and assassinate one of the four leaders of the White Deer Pavilion. Not only Zhao Bing's confidence in strength, but also enough to prove the ruthlessness and determination of the Nanren this time.

This is a big bet.

If Zhao Bing wins, not only can he inherit the title of Patriarch, but he can also suppress the White Deer Academy.

If they lost, the Nanren also had enough chips to reason with the aloof human emperor.

The emperor was a little puzzled. In the past, these old and rotten scholars made insidious tricks and turned insidious, but they were not so vicious.

If it weren't for the fact that the national teacher Li Hongshan was very careful, he really didn't know that this old guy dared to make a black hand this time. The emperor also took advantage of the mood of the southerners to hate Gu Yong and took advantage of the situation to get rid of Yuwenjun and pave the way for Xu Huanshan.

Who would have thought that Yuwenjun was really a tough guy, Chengsheng won a desperate battle against Huang Ting, and he even entered the peak of Chengsheng.

Bailu Academy is really full of talents this year, but unfortunately the hair is not smooth, even the hair of Jing Peiyao's film is not smooth.

Although Zhao Bing is not one of the five masters, he is also a young man in his twenties. He has cultivated a good seedling since childhood. He has the cultivation of the late Chengsheng, and it is more than enough to kill Xu Huanshan.

As for how Zhao Bing died at the hands of Xu Huanshan, it doesn't really matter.

You can count.

The emperor pretended to be sympathetic and said: "The loss of a grandson at an old age is more heartbreaking than the loss of a son at an old age. Although I can't fully empathize with your feelings, I can understand a thing or two."

"But now people are dead, and people can't be resurrected from the dead, and I hope they will change."

The old man didn't say a word, and fell to the ground with a plop.

If it weren't for the dignity of the scholar's family, this old man really wanted to wear white clothes and come here to show his filial piety to the emperor.

The emperor did not lift his head, nor did he look at the heartbroken old man.

Li Hongshan and Duanmuzhi were also looking at no evil at the moment, deliberately looking around.

After being dull for a moment, the emperor said casually: "Haoran is too big. The south is not a feng shui. I am also thinking about the people in the south."

"The two words Nanling are kind and gentle, which is in line with the terrain of the south."

"As for the architectural style system of the academy, you old guys can do it as you please, and the review by the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Rites will ensure that there will be no hindrance."

The highest pursuit of a scholar is to cultivate a dignified body that gathers in the chest, and stands on the ground while stepping on official steps.

Zhao Ling kowtowed heavily, and there were echoes in the hall.

The emperor also replied solemnly: "I, I can only take this step back."

Pu Weiqing's problems at the time were a bit embarrassing for the emperor, but it also greatly enhanced the literary and martial arts of Bailu Academy.

In retrospect, the emperor actually thanked Pu Weiqing a little in his heart, but of course he only thanked him silently in his heart, and would never say it clearly.

If the old man is insatiable, the emperor's big deal is to kill Xu Huanshan to give him an explanation. Now that the Bailu Academy is in good luck, and the next eight-gu feast, maybe there will be a better Xu Huanshan.

If you miss the word "Nanling" this time, there will never be another time.

(End of this chapter)