Facing the frightened eyes, Wang Kui raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Don't forget, lords, in this Luoyang city, there is another emperor's direct son who is qualified to become the emperor of the Tang Dynasty."

"..." Zheng Yuanshou stared blankly at Wang Kui, blinking his eyes quickly, he suddenly felt that the bold idea of ​​the master of the Taiyuan Wang family was not impossible.

"This, how is this possible? Although the King of Jin Li Zhi is the direct son, but the prince and the grandson are still there, it's not going well if the name is not right."

"Have you forgotten the allusions of the pre-Qin period? Qin Shihuang ordered his son Fusu to accompany the army outside.

While Qin Shi Huang inspected the world and did not want to die on the way, his widow son Fu Su Zhi was enthroned in mourning. "

"But Zhao Gao, the commander of the CRRC House, united with the Prime Minister Li Si, and established the eighteenth son of the First Emperor, Hu Hai, to ascend the throne, and forced Fu Su to commit suicide..."

"..." The face of an aristocratic family who prides himself on being lofty and has a very positive family reputation, his face at this moment is extremely ugly.

It's like being smeared with a lot of **** on your face.

What kind of allusion is this? Well, although Li Shimin is used as an analogy to Qin Shihuang, Prince Li Chengqian is analogous to Prince Fusu, and King Li Zhi of Jin is analogous to Hu Hai.

But the question is, who is Li Si? Who is Zhao Gao? These two guys are villains who have been infamous for thousands of years, okay?

"Masters, my family is famous and famous, and we control nearly half of the officials in the world. If we raise our arms, we will definitely be able to influence the people of the world."

"And, not only us, but also His Majesty's closest comrade-in-arms, the head of the twenty-four heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, Zhao Guogong, who is extremely prestigious in the court."

"If he can stand up and support the King of Jin, and I will support you together, gentlemen..."

"The prince Li Chengqian, who has no respect, what can he do?"

"Everyone, you can think about it, that Jin King Li Zhi has a soft personality, and his concubine is from a famous family."

"It's just good for us to control, what's more, the eldest grandson's official department and the crown prince Li Chengqian have always been at odds.

He also wants the Changsun family to be blessed and prosperous, and he will never want Li Chengqian to become emperor..."

"That virtuous brother, please wait for a while, Brother Rong Yu slowly... You, your idea is too bold."

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As time passed by, the Zheng family members who were guarding the bank at the end of the promenade were quite curious about what happened today.

This group of sub-aristocratic clans talk about people, and at most they met here in the past.

After discussing some secret matters, they will start chatting and laughing, drinking and having fun.

But today, these gentlemen have been in the waterside for almost two hours.

It was surprising that he was still muttering, his seemingly endless posture.

In the end, a bunch of old men finally felt that their physical strength was exhausted, Zheng Yuanshou leaned on the couch like a half paralysis, and finally made a final decision.

"If you really want to do this, unless... unless you can be sure that Li Erlang will die soon."

"Otherwise, waiting for me to wait, that is a disaster that is like a disaster..."

"The Emperor Taishang..."

"The emperor is old and old, regardless of political affairs for many years, if the parent and child die in front of him, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, under such a heavy blow, what can he do?"

"That's true, so should we make arrangements first? Just in case we're caught off guard?"

"This is natural, gentlemen, since everyone thinks it is feasible, then we have to move and use all means..."

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Zhangsun Wuji stared blankly at the letter in his hand. This letter was sent to Luoyang day and night by his good friend Xiusui Liang.

Changsun Wuji was completely lost in the work he had been doing near Zhuxiang, and only then did he slowly return to his soul.

The changes inside and outside Jinyang Palace described in Hu Suiliang's letter made Changsun Wuji feel extremely complicated at this moment.

He knew very well that Li Shimin was a king with a very strong character and a good face.

He will definitely control the news, and he will insist on showing up, so that the ministers feel that he is still in good health.

And now, the only ones who have seen him are those military officials who hold heavy soldiers, which shows a problem. His situation is probably not optimistic.

The messenger sat on his knees in the study room, and the eldest grandson Wuji didn't speak.

"You go back first, tell Shi Lang, let him not do unnecessary things, just keep an eye on Jinyang Palace.

If there is any change, you must send someone to inform the old man as soon as possible, understand? "

"The villain understands that he will definitely report back to my master without fail."

Seeing the messenger leave the study under the guidance of the steward, Zhangsun Wuji raised his hand and stroked the Sichuan character pattern that had just been wrinkled on his brow.

At this time, the steward who had just sent the messenger away hurried back to report that it was Zheng Yuanshou and Wang Kui who came to visit again.

Changsun Wuji, who hesitated for a long time, sighed and said.

"No, just say that the old man is not feeling well... That's all, let's meet first and see what they want to say."

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When the host and guests met and sat down, Wang Kui couldn't wait to speak.

"The old man and Brother Yuanshou took the liberty to visit Duke Zhao today because a big event happened in Jinyang.

The old man was very worried, and after discussing with Brother Yuanshou, he felt that it would be better to report to Duke Zhao. "

Changsun Wuji raised his eyebrows slightly, stroked his long beard and smiled lightly.

"I also asked Mr. Wang to make it clear that he wants to hear it. What's the big deal?"

"The old man received a letter from Jinyang, saying that some weird things have happened in Jinyang Palace, the palace where His Majesty lives recently..."

"If it's about Jinyang Palace, the old man knows a thing or two, so the two of you don't need to talk anymore."

The eldest grandson Wuji looked at the spokespersons and talkers of these two great families, with a smile that was not a smile.

"This..." Seeing Changsun Wuji's reaction, Wang Kui couldn't help being stunned, but this time, he immediately made him speechless.

"Then I wonder if Duke Zhao is interested in another matter?" Zheng Yuanshou, who was beside him, stroked his long beard, and this sentence suddenly popped up.

"What's the matter?" Changsun Wuji shifted his gaze to Zheng Yuanshou, but saw a strange smile on Zheng Yuanshou's face.

"The Duke of Yun, Zhang Liang, is fond of raising warlocks. I must know that Duke Zhao also knows, but I don't know if Duke Zhao knows that Duke Yun is raising his adopted son privately..."

"Hundreds of adopted sons, Mr. Zheng, this is a very important matter, can you be sure?" Zhangsun Wuji's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Zheng Yuanshou in shock.

"Zhao Gong, if the old man dares to say it, he dares to guarantee the ticket. His Zhang Liangzhang is unknown (Zhang Liang's name is unknown), and he really has a strange desire."

"This handle is in the hands of this old man, but it's just a handle, but if it falls in the hands of Duke Zhao..."

Zhangsun Wuji's breathing suddenly became heavy, his eyes flickered for a long time, and then he asked in a dull voice.

"...what are you trying to do?"

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