Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

Lang Zhuo rested his head on Bei Sheng's shoulder and felt that his heart was filled with panic, which was more uncomfortable than cramping.

Thousands of emotions were accumulated in my chest, and it took me a long time to find the strength to say: "What should I do so that you are willing to trust me and forgive me?"

Xu Beisheng pursed his lips and said nothing.

This is a request that cannot be expressed in words. Only when the right time comes, maybe she can forgive him and trust him.

But not now.

After being silent for a long time, Xu Beisheng didn't want to let the two of them stay up like this in the middle of the night, which would bring trouble to the group of brothers outside.

Since he wanted an answer, she would give him an answer.

He just said: "The day King Leping dies and the prince ascends the throne, I will believe in you."

Lang Zhuo did not counter-offer, and nodded heavily, "Okay, then that day will come."

Bei Sheng's long hair was a little messy by him. Lang Zhuo put the messy hair behind her ears with pity, stared at her beautiful lips, and finally couldn't hold it back and kissed her.

This night was another sleepless night. Beisheng was obviously very tired. He almost fell asleep in the tub while taking a bath, but when he got to the bed, he couldn't fall asleep.

He opened his eyes until dawn.

On the second day, they continued to head north. Everyone seemed to have forgotten what happened last night, and each protected his master and got into the carriage.

Lang Zhuo and Bei Sheng obviously came down from upstairs one after the other, but they didn't even say hello to each other.

After arriving at the boundary of Runing, the people and horses along the way were divided into two teams. Beisheng's carriages and horses entered Runing City directly, while Lang Zhuo's team continued northward.

When Qingyang came to report that Xu Beisheng's motorcade was heading towards Runing, Lang Zhuo was stunned and said nothing.

It was more than a month later when we arrived at Baoding.

Tuoba Lang had already received a message from Pu Ran. Instead of asking him to come to Beijing, Lang Zhuo would come to Baoding to see him.

Sheng Le had also received a letter from Dajing's post office a long time ago, saying that Dajing would send envoys to Sheng Le. However, Emperor Dajing didn't know that King Sheng Le had been staying in Dajing's country for several months. .

Tuoba Lang's men led Lang Zhuo and his party to a mansion. Lang Zhuo stared at the plaque on the door for a long time.

Under the eaves of the towering gate, there are three words hanging - Tuoba Mansion.

Tuoba Lang came out of the door wearing an animal robe, imitating Dajing's etiquette, and bowed his hands to Lang Zhuo, "Brother, we are finally here!"

Lang Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, saluted Tuoba Lang, and said: "Dajing envoy Lang Zhuo pays homage to King Shengle."

Tuoba Lang put his hand on Lang Zhuo's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother, you are still so out of touch. Come in quickly with your younger brother. My younger brother has already prepared a banquet, all of which are our Shengle's delicacies!"

The people following Lang Zhuo were not only Lang Zhuo's own people, but also many people from the court.

Tuoba Lang spoke loudly and loudly, as if he was afraid that people standing far away would not be able to hear him.

Lang Zhuo endured the discomfort in his heart and entered together with Tuoba Lang.

Although this house is called "Tuoba Mansion", it has the exact style of a capital city without the slightest hint of Shengle style. As soon as he entered the door, the drum music started playing, and it turned out to be Dajing Yale. When he entered the banquet hall, it was changed to Shengle Hufeng, full of rough and heroic sounds.

As soon as Lang Zhuo entered the door of the banquet hall, he saw a confession sheet on the main table opposite the door. There was a tablet on it, fruit snacks were served, candlelight was shining, and cigarettes were curling up.

On the tablet, the characters "Shengle" and "Dajing" are written in one column - the title of King Tuobahu of Shengle Hongwu.

Tuoba Lang kept staring at Lang Zhuo with his sharp eyes like a falcon. Lang Zhuo looked calm. He walked to the memorial tablet, picked up three sticks of incense again, lit them and inserted them into the incense burner.

He cupped his hands toward the tablet and said: "Dajing envoy Lang Zhuo pays homage to the late king Sheng Le. The late king has a spirit in heaven. Please bless Sheng Le and Dajing for everlasting friendship."

A faint light flashed across Tuoba Lang's eyes, he chuckled twice, patted Lang Zhuo's shoulder, and said: "Master Lang is paying his respects to the late king's spiritual throne for the first time. Once the late king is happy, he will definitely bless Sheng Le and Dajing forever. Make good friends. Come on, brother, take a seat quickly!"

Tuoba Lang actually pushed Lang Zhuo into the banquet, and pressed him on the main seat. He also said to the people below: "Don't be surprised, everyone. Mr. Lang is my brother and an envoy of Dajing. I am the king's brother." You should give up the main seat to Mr. Lang!"

Tuoba Lang was bold and cheerful, and his subordinates were also very respectful to Lang Zhuo, and they all stared at Lang Zhuo with admiration.

Who knows the reputation of Lang Zhuo and Lang Jing Pu? Although he was a minister of Dajing, their king always regarded him as a brother.

He worked for Dajing, but with the power he had, he also did a lot for Sheng Le. Not to mention anything else, just in the cold winter when the people of Shengle were destitute of food and clothing, Lang Zhuo brought them food from Dajing and saved many people of Shengle.

Many Shengle people think that they are reborn parents.

Therefore, Sheng Le and the others would naturally have no objection to Lang Zhuo taking the main seat.

But the people who followed Lang Zhuo were surprised.

From the moment when King Sheng Le called him "brother" to letting Lang Zhuo sit on the throne, it was already very clear that Lang Zhuo meant a lot to Sheng Le.

But Lang Zhuo turned a blind eye, not even looking at Sheng Le and the others, and didn't care what Dajing and the others were thinking at the moment.

He just smiled at Tuoba Lang, stood up and said, "I am here to represent Dajing. I come to discuss with King Shengle with the holy will of Dajing. It is against the rules to sit here and take over the host."

Lang Zhuo took the initiative to sit on the side seat. This time Tuoba Lang did not stop him and immediately sat down on the main seat, and the others also took their seats.

The drum music was noisy, and Lang Zhuo had to move closer to Tuoba Lang before he could speak. He said: "Prince Dajing is selecting the princess, and has selected a number of noble girls to be taught in the palace. What our Holy Lord means is that since Sheng Le is working with Dajing has already made peace with the war, so why not send a princess to Beijing to run for the crown princess? This is a good thing for both parties. I wonder what your Majesty thinks?"

Tuoba Lang was stunned and looked at Lang Zhuo in disbelief.

Now that he and King Leping were close, even if Emperor Dajing didn't get the exact news, he should have gotten some rumors.

Now that Lang Zhuo is being sent as an envoy to ask Princess Shengle to run for the crown princess, Tuoba Lang will know what kind of medicine the Emperor Dajing is selling in his gourd.

He laughed, stared at Lang Zhuo with sharp eyes like a falcon, and said in a more serious tone: "If you want my princess to go to Dajing, could it be that Dajing wants to use this as a hostage to blackmail me, Sheng Le?"

Lang Zhuo took the initiative to pour wine for Tuoba Lang, "No, I work for Dajing and I know very well about Dajing's current situation. Emperor Dajing just wants the king to choose the prince, not King Leping."

Tuoba Lang thought about it for three minutes, his eyes slightly emptied, revealing a sharp light, "What benefit does it bring to me, Sheng Le, to choose the prince?"

Lang Zhuo smiled proudly: "In the future, the prince will ascend the throne as the emperor, and Princess Shengle will become the queen. The world of Dajing will naturally be shared by the Xiao family and the Tuoba family. What benefits does the king want?" (End of this chapter)