Crazy! Crazy batch of chief ministers reduced to subordinates

Chapter 42 No solution is to wait for death
  Lang Zhuo finished taking the medicated bath, and his hair was wet and stuck to his fair skin. Ofeng helped him dry it, and he casually put on a middle coat.

The belt of his clothes was loosened, revealing his strong muscles.

Lang Zhuo sat in front of the fire cage with a calm expression on his face, mindlessly roasting the frozen pears he had hidden in the snow last year.

Orfeng warmed his wet hair and said softly: "It's already late at night. Qingyang went to ask Miss Xu Er to change the dressing for you. I don't know if she is still willing to come over."

Lang Zhuo said nothing, only glanced at his sore wrist that was soaked in water.

The old servant came in with a wooden bucket and was about to clean the water in the bathtub when footsteps were heard outside. A servant led a man closer and reported outside: "Sir, Tuoba Zhao wants to see you."

Aufeng boiled the medicinal soup for bathing, and he and the old servant in the kitchen brought buckets of them and poured them into the bathtub.

Lang Zhuo stood up, sat down in front of the tea table, and said coldly: "Invite him in."

He knew that Tuoba Zhao would come to him personally. The soldiers of the capital's government office were searching for people everywhere. It was difficult to hide in the capital, let alone leave the city at this time.

The appearance of the Tuoba clan is different from that of the Dajing people. Without legal formalities, they could easily be treated as spies.

Tuoba Zhao is Tuoba Lang's younger brother. At the age of nineteen, Tuoba Lang calls him a warrior of Sheng Le.

He was fat and tall, with wide-open eyes that were no wider than his eyebrows. He got a suit of clothes worn by the people of Dajing from nowhere, and stretched it around his body like a sack stuffed with sweet potatoes. His thick legs could barely cross the threshold.

He was searched outside the door, and when he came in, he was touched up and down again by Ofeng. Even the wooden hairpin in his bun was pulled out by Ofeng.

After searching himself, Ao Feng stood outside the door. The old servant who cleaned the bath water also went out. Only Lang Zhuo and Tuoba Zhao were left in the room.

Tuoba Zhao came to ask Lang Zhuo for help this time sincerely. He did not bring a dagger or poison.

He is not afraid of Lang Zhuo. The new king of Shengle, Tuoba Lang, has known Lang Zhuo as brothers when the old king Tuoba Hu was alive. They are extremely close and trusting.

Besides, Lang Zhuo was poisoned by him and needed an antidote urgently. He bet that Lang Zhuo wouldn't hurt him unless Lang Zhuo didn't want to live.

He saluted Lang Zhuo according to the custom of Dajing. Lang Zhuo pointed to the cushion opposite and said lightly: "Sit down."

The strong smell of medicine in the room made Tuoba Zhao sneeze. Lang Zhuo was only wearing a white tunic, with his hair hanging loose and wet against his back.

Tuoba Zhao turned his head and glanced at the steaming tub. The smell of medicine came from there, and he couldn't help but snicker.

It seems that Lang Zhuo did not just sit and wait for death, but still found a doctor for diagnosis and treatment.

However, these little tricks only treated the symptoms, not the root cause, and could not save Lang Zhuo's life.

Lang Zhuo turned to make tea and said with a smile: "As early as half a month ago, Puran said that you had arrived in the capital. I was also surprised that you did not return to Shengle after getting Ren Yuanzhi's food, but came to the capital instead. Now I think about it. Is there any other purpose?"

When Tuoba Lang wanted Lang Zhuo to do something, he would send news to Boran through Baijin Smith Shop, which was considered a single line of contact. Few others in Sheng Le knew Lang Zhuo's true identity. They only knew that King Sheng Le had a sworn brother who lived there. Jing became an official.

Tuoba Zhao thought he had Tuoba Lang's trust and did whatever he wanted. He not only went to Dajing to steal food secretly, but also ran to the capital regardless of the situation.

He didn't even say hello, but when he realized he couldn't get out, he used a poisoned knife to force and threaten Lang Zhuo.

There was no difference between Tuoba Zhao opening his eyes and closing them. His eyes were like those of a thief hiding in a cave, showing cunning and vigilance.

He said calmly: "King Sheng Le sent me, so I had no choice but to follow. The snow was heavy, and Sheng Le was extremely short of food. Thousands of horses were frozen to death. I came to Dajing to raise food, but Dajing was also short of food." I had no choice but to come to the capital to inquire about the news." The water in the copper pot was already boiling, with hot white gas coming out. Lang opened the lid, picked up the tea can, scooped out the tea leaves with a small spoon and put them into the copper pot. .

Tuoba Zhao sighed and added: "I arrived in Beijing secretly, so naturally I didn't dare to disturb Mr. Lang. I only secretly told the people at Baijin Smith Shop that I just wanted to finish the work quickly and leave. I didn't expect you." The imperial court not only strictly investigated the batch of grain and grass that Ren Yuanzhi lost, but also deployed troops everywhere for disaster relief. I came to see you sir when I was desperate."

After Lang Zhuo waited for the tea leaves to tumble twice in the boiling water, he picked up the copper pot and poured the tea into the tea cup. He said softly: "Although I was the chief minister of the dynasty, I only have a little ability to please Your Majesty. My hands are He has no real power, you don’t know this, but King Shengle knows it very well.”

"After Ren Yuanzhi lost food, in order to stabilize the morale of the army, I suggested to Your Majesty that the Criminal Department should quickly close the case. After an investigation, the Criminal Department also said that it was the work of bandits and did not suspect you. But later, Marquis Gao Yang saw Your Majesty, the direction of the matter has changed once, and there is nothing I can do."

Lang Zhuo poured tea for Tuoba Zhao with a calm expression, and said: "I also knew that Sheng Lechun was short of food, so he asked Bo Ran to raise money to sell food, but in the end he was one step behind and was overtaken by others. Now, Everyone is scrambling for food, so we can only slowly think of ways... Try it, Dajing's tea is different from Shengle's."

Tuoba Zhao snorted coldly, and the fat all over his body trembled, and said: "I didn't know that Master Lang had paid so much for Shengle. I misunderstood you! But it was not you who asked the Dog Emperor of Dajing to send troops to relieve the disaster. idea?"

Lang Zhuo took a sip of tea and said softly: "The natural disaster is merciless. Houses collapsed and frozen corpses were piled up. I would not come up with such an idea for Your Majesty. Any subject in Dajing would also suggest to Your Majesty that you send troops to provide disaster relief." It would be better for me to take the credit for this kind of contribution, as my position in His Majesty's heart will be more important."

Dajing's tea tastes fragrant and sweet after entering the throat, unlike Shengle's tea which is bitter and astringent in the mouth. However, Tuoba Zhao cannot drink Dajing's tea. He always feels that it lacks flavor and is not satisfying to drink.

So, after taking a sip, I put it down and stopped drinking.

He raised his hand to Langzhuo and asked piously: "What should I do now? Please enlighten me!"

"No solution."

No solution is to wait for death.

The disaster relief army will not only rescue the victims, but also clear out the bandits running around in Dajing, including Tuoba Zhao's people.

Even Tuoba Zhao himself would be trapped and die in the capital.

Their eyes met, Lang Zhuo's expression was extremely calm, like a clay statue enshrined on a temple platform, looking at the living beings at his feet with compassionate eyes, enjoying the offerings of all living beings, but not caring about the life and death of all living beings.

Tuoba Zhao's expression tightened, and his fat face could not hide his solemnity.

"Is there really no solution?" he asked again.

Lang Zhuo took a sip of tea and said calmly: "No solution."

Tuoba Zhao stood up and asked loudly: "Don't you want the antidote in my hand? Ten days, only ten days. Without the antidote, you will die!"

Lang Zhuo said: "Even if I help you return to Shengle, King Shengle will not let you go. Just stay here. Baijin Smithy is short of manpower."

Lang Zhuo touched his aching wrist. The blood on the gauze had dried and formed a reddish-brown crust.

Tuoba Zhao punched the tea table, knocking over two tea cups and spilling tea all over the table.

"You want to trap me in the capital? Do you want to control me?"

Lang Zhuo picked up the two fallen tea cups, silently took a handkerchief, and wiped the water stains on the table without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)