Dressed as a sick and charming emperor's uncle's palm pet

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Ze and Prime Minister Zhao cooperated internally and externally, and secretly sneaked many officers and soldiers of the Great Wei into the main city of Qi, and planted various gates. Everything was carried out in a secret and orderly manner, until the end of the year, everything had been properly arranged.

The New Year is approaching, and it is indeed very lively.

The people of Qi State became more and more busy, and there were countless back and forth between the city and the city. Lu Ze used a black scarf to dress up as a civilian and mixed in. He looked at the officers and soldiers who checked the flow of people entering and leaving the city, and their vigilance was not as expected. Strict, some levels are even looser than usual

"Master." A servant-like soldier who followed behind him cupped his fists and whispered softly, "I have followed your instructions and notified our people to prepare. As long as you give an order, we will attack the royal city and catch them by surprise."

"Not urgent."

Lu Ze waved his hands slowly, and said, "Just in case, I'll go see someone first, and you just wait for my order at your place."

"Yes."

……

The bamboo leaves swayed in the breeze.

The scent of tea in the wooden house is overflowing, and the hot tea flowing down spreads seventy percent of the cup noodles.Prime Minister Zhao was dressed a little slovenly, and his eyes were a little blue, obviously he hadn't slept well for a few days.

He put the white porcelain teacup on the opposite side: "It's peaceful on the surface, but the dark tide is turbulent in private. At this time, the general shouldn't take the risk himself."

"It's worth taking a little risk on the little things, as long as the big things stay in control."

Lu Ze picked up his teacup and took a sip, praising: "The fragrance is refreshing, even if Xiangye's tea is placed in Dawei, it will definitely make people scramble for it."

"The general raised you up." Prime Minister Zhao's voice was slow and heavy, "I'm old, and half of my body has been buried in the ground. I can't bear too much blessing. I just want to live a peaceful life and wait for a hundred years to be buried in Qing Dynasty. Panasonic stays with the country of Qi and the hometown.”

Lu Ze listened quietly, sliding his fingertips across the rim of the cup to create ripples on the surface of the tea: "Don't worry, Mr. Xiang, I only want to remember an old story, Qi Guo is fine."

"So best."

Prime Minister Zhao stood up slowly, walked to the table, picked up a piece of paper under the layers of scrolls, and handed it over: "I can only give you part of the distribution map of the palace. Don't hurt the lives of the people and the noble prince."

Lu Ze nodded and took it, and with a glance, he saw a red fold at the bottom, with complicated golden patterns on it, like some kind of invitation.

"This is...?" He asked curiously.

Prime Minister Zhao also glanced at it, and the melancholy in his brows became even more melancholy, "It's worth not mentioning the misfortune of Qi."

"Oh?" Lu Ze became even more curious, "Is it related to your national teacher?"

Prime Minister Zhao didn't want to mention it, but seeing that Lu Ze obviously didn't want to ask the bottom line, he sighed and raised his hand to pick up the booklet and handed it to Lu Ze: "To be honest, it's not a big deal. It will be a good day when we decide to get married."

"But you said that Qi's current domestic and foreign troubles, even the maintenance of superficial peace is about to collapse, but he wants to get married, but the one who is married is not someone's wealthy daughter, let alone a princess of some country. ..."

'boom--! '

The sound of fists hitting the table was extremely dull and loud.

Lu Ze's face was as black as carbon, and the veins on his forehead were even more prominent. On the bright red booklet, the words'Su' and'Nuo' were written in flamboyant cursive.

Chu Jiangsu...

Shuno...

Why? !

Lu Ze only felt a 'buzz' in his head, and all the colors in front of him faded away, leaving only the blood-like red.Betrayal—that kind of heart-wrenching betrayal made Lu Ze's heart twist tightly together, why...why? !

Why should the girl who wants to stay with him marry that devil?

She should admire him, and that devil should be trampled under his feet!

Things shouldn't have gone this way,

What went wrong...

"General? General Lu? Lu Ze!"

Lu Ze suddenly raised his head and looked at the source of the sound with a vicious expression.

Prime Minister Zhao paused while stroking his beard, but his expression remained unchanged, "An old invitation card, if you tear it up again, the general will tear it to shreds."

Lu Ze lowered his head and realized that the bright red invitation card had been torn like a piece of paper at some point. It was crooked, and even the words on it could not be read clearly. He sneered: "A person who only cares about his own pleasure is not worthy of a high position. It's even more unworthy to delay other girls, such invitations are boring to look at, and if they are broken, they will be broken!"

After speaking, with a little force on the palm, the folder turned into powder and fell on the table.

"Farewell!"

Lu Ze got up and left.

Prime Minister Zhao stepped back slightly without hindrance, glanced at the torn and messy paper, then looked at the obviously angry back, sat back on the cushion and called the little boy.

"Master Xiang?" The little boy leaned on the door and poked his head out, "What orders do you have?"

"Make a bed for your old man." Prime Minister Zhao stretched out his hand and thumped his back very hard, "I'm old and useless, so I can't bear it if I don't sleep for three nights."

"Then why are you staying up late?"

"In order to act realistically, to cooperate with the couple, and even more... for the future of Qi."