Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chapter 369 Hu Weiyong Could Have Peace of Mind
Zhu Biao said: "It is suppressed. Two days ago, Lao Wu sent a letter, saying that there is no trace of God religion in his fief." He was quite proud of his words, and he could feel Zhu Xi's excitement through the cold words.

Where did this god religion come from?
Chu Ze and the others looked at Zhu.

Zhu didn't know what was going on.

"We don't know exactly what's going on. We came here in peace. I wonder if it was because we were flying the flag, so those people didn't dare to approach. But along the way, we also heard a lot of comments about how this god religion harms people. We even saw a person whose family was ruined because of his belief in god religion." Thinking of that scene, Zhu couldn't help but feel uncomfortable.

It's a pity that he arrived too late to save the lives of those poor people.

As for suppressing the cult, that's even more impossible.

Because that is not his fief.

He can help when he meets, but he can't do it for him.

"But we have also told the local officials to pay more attention to this, and we have also written to those brothers, asking them to quickly eliminate the god religion." This is the only thing he can do.

Hearing Zhu's words, Zhu Biao nodded in agreement: "That's very good. But I have to tell my father about this matter."

Cults are no small matter. Judging from the current situation, they are already quite popular.

If you don't clean it up, I'm afraid it will cause a catastrophe.

"Well, it's up to you, brother." With his brother around, he didn't care about it.

It is also a big heart.

Chu Ze shook his head, chatted with them for a while, and then got up to send them away.

After they left, Chu Ze went back to the study and quickly wrote an invitation, then called Zhao Si, handed the invitation to Zhao Si, and said, "Send this invitation to Mr. Hu Weiyong, and tell him that we will have a big gift that day, so please come and have a seat."

"Then what if he doesn't come?" Zhao Si asked after receiving the invitation.

A gleam of coldness flashed in Chu Ze's eyes, and he said with a smile, "If you don't come, then don't come, because he has to bear the consequences."

Seeing Chu Ze's expression, Zhao Si's heart trembled inexplicably.

Although Chu Ze didn't say anything, Zhao Si knew that Chu Ze definitely didn't have a good idea in his stomach.

I just don't know if our Lord Hu can resist it.

Zhao Si silently lit a piece of wax for Hu Weiyong in his heart, turned around and ran out to deliver a letter for Chu Ze.

Zhao Si left with his front foot, and a young servant ran in with his back foot.

"My lord, I replied!"

……

"Uncle Hu, long time no see. I wonder if Uncle Hu's health is recovering?" Chu Ze's first words pierced his heart.

The corner of Hu Weiyong's mouth twitched violently, and the smile on his face could not be maintained.

But he had to keep laughing.

Chu Ze wrote on the invitation that he was going to give him a big gift, or that it was related to the bandits who cut the trail outside Yingtian Mansion a few days ago.

Hu Weiyong was shocked when he saw this invitation.

Almost subconsciously, he wanted to refuse.

But in the end he agreed.

Today, he just wanted to see what kind of gift Chu Ze wanted to give him.

Hu Weiyong returned the salute with a smile, and walked side by side with Chu Ze to the back garden of the Chu Mansion.

The two chatted while walking.

"Thanks to my nephew, we can eat, drink, jump and jump now, and now we have to go back to the court. To be honest, we miss these few days, leisure." Hu Weiyong smacked his lips and sighed with reluctance, as if he really missed it.

Chu Ze smiled and said teasingly: "Well, I can see that Mr. Hu is indeed quite leisurely, otherwise he wouldn't be able to trouble us every day."

Hu Weiyong's expression froze, and he stopped, his face full of shock.

"What's your name, nephew? Let's stay in our house well. Why have you ever troubled your nephew?"

When he said this, he suddenly showed some serious expressions, moved to Chu Ze's side, and whispered: "Could it be that my nephew fell into someone's trick?"

"Let's tell my nephew, Uncle Hu, I like my nephew very much. You can't be provoked by others to suspect Uncle Hu."

Just looking at Hu Weiyong's expression, Chu Ze might really believe his nonsense.

But all the things that happened during this period told him that they were all related to Hu Weiyong.

Fortunately, he can still pretend to be nonchalant.

As expected of an old fox.

I don't know if this old fox will be able to pretend later.

Chu Ze replied with a smile: "Then we naturally believe in Uncle Hu. Let's go, we have prepared a big gift for Uncle Hu today, Uncle Hu must not miss it."

He took Hu Weiyong to the backyard.

In the yard, there is now a stage set up, with a few actors standing beside it.

When the actors saw Chu Ze and Hu Weiyong, they immediately knelt down to pay their respects.

Chu Ze cried out and asked them to sing.

Hu Weiyong knew well about operas. Looking at the attires of these people, it seemed that what they were going to sing was "Qiong Lin Banquet".

It tells the story of Bao Zheng, a famous official in the Northern Song Dynasty, who defended others.

Hu Weiyong's eyes flashed with thought.

Chu Ze invited himself to the banquet gracefully, and said that he would give a gift, which was already very suspicious.

Now invite him to watch "Qionglin Banquet".

What does he want to do?
Hu Weiyong kept guessing in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on his face.

They come, the security.

His prime minister is not for nothing.

Since Chu Ze wanted to invite him to watch the show, he should just watch it.

Good gong, the play begins.

Not to mention, the group of actors that Chu Ze hired still had some skills, and they were considered excellent in singing, reciting, acting, and playing.

Hu Weiyong looked fascinated.

Chu Ze suddenly turned his head and asked him with a smile: "Uncle Hu, tell me, this scholar Fan Zhongyu can be resurrected from the dead, can we people also be resurrected from the dead?"

Hu Weiyong's mind was instantly separated from the play.

His eyes trembled slightly, and Ba Feng smiled unmovingly: "There is no resurrection in this world, why does my nephew still believe in these gods and ghosts?"

"Uncle Hu doesn't believe it?"

"Lang Lang Qiankun, we are a rare sage king, there are no gods and ghosts, it's just mediocrity."

Chu Ze said meaningfully: "That's right. Resurrection from the dead is indeed impossible, but if a person does not die completely, it can only be regarded as being saved, not resurrected. Uncle Hu, don't you think so?"

Hu Weiyong secretly clenched his hands under his sleeves.

What Chu Ze said clearly meant something.

Suddenly, he thought of Qi Lao Qi who should have died.

Qi Laoqi is his confidant. A few days ago, he sent to arrange manpower to prevent Chu Ze from entering Beijing.

Before going, Qi Laoqi made an oath.

Either it happens or he dies.

Just a few days ago, Hu Weiyong got the news that Qi Laoqi had been arrested.

Early the next morning, the news of Qi Laoqi's death reached his ears.

After that, Hu Weiyong felt relieved.

Few people know about the relationship between Qi Laoqi and him.

Once Qi Laoqi died, it would be very difficult to find him.

Hu Weiyong could sit back and relax.

(End of this chapter)