Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 93 Chen Mingjing is dead
At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky.

The Western Turkic Mission has already arrived at the Sixth Ministry of Shangshu Province. Ashina Greeting Card and Ashina Li, who participated in the civil, military and medical competition, were received by the officials of the Ministry of Rites and prepared to participate in the competition.

The competition venue is wide. In the center is a square high platform piled with bluestones, which is the stage for the competition personnel. There are seats for both teams on both sides, and seats for spectators on the outside.

The venue of Shangshu Province has been cleared out, and many talented people, ladies and young masters of officials who have heard the news have gathered together, and many officials who are not on duty have arrived one after another, waiting for the good show to begin.

Zhao Wujiang sat on the seat next to Datang, facing the menacing Western Turkic Mission.

Originally, Ashina Li, the representative of the Western Turkic Mission with a Tang face, was already very conspicuous, but when Zhao Wujiang saw the Ashina greeting card beside Ashina Li, he still felt a little curious.

Ashina Greeting Card, who is a Western Turk, is dressed in a Tang costume, and looks gentle and elegant, with a scholarly atmosphere.

When Zhao Wujiang looked at the two of them, Ashina Li also looked at Zhao Wujiang without hesitation, and Ashina Greeting Card stared at Zhao Wujiang with interest.

Ashina Greeting Card already loved Tang poetry and was quite talented in poetry. After he came to Chang'an, he heard a lot of poems written by Zhao Wujiang. The heart of war.

Now when someone introduces that the handsome young man in black clothes sitting in the center opposite is actually Zhao Wujiang, he can no longer hide his curiosity and fighting spirit.

There were crowds all around, and there was a lot of noise and discussions.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, just now he ordered a small official to go to Zhang Weimin's house to check, but the news he waited for was that he did not see him at Zhang Weimin's house, Zhang Weimin was missing!

At the same time, the drums in the hall gradually sounded, indicating that noon was approaching.

The Minister of Honglu Temple next to him looked sad and asked anxiously:
"Master Zhao, it's almost noon, but the Tang Dynasty contestants haven't arrived yet. How can I announce the start?"

"Wait!" Zhao Wujiang closed his eyes slowly, and he also had an ominous premonition in his heart. If Zhang Weimin was like this alone, it would be fine, but the person he sent to the Su Manor to interrogate has not returned yet, and neither has Su Zhan. There is no news at all, and Chen Mingjing, the doctor of Jishitang recommended by Changsun Wuji, also has no news.

This is a premeditated plan! Zhao Wujiang understands that if the time for the competition is over, and the people participating in the competition on Datang's side are not present, and there are no substitutes on Datang's side to play, Datang will lose all face
"Master Zhao, Master Zhao!" A small official carrying a red flag ran over anxiously, he was sent by Zhao Wujiang to the Su residence.

His face was flushed, his lips were chapped, and he was out of breath.

Zhao Wujiang pushed a cup of tea to him, the little official was very grateful, took the tea and poured it into his mouth, then he calmed down and said:

"Lord Zhao, the villain went to the Su Mansion, and the old steward of the Su Mansion told the villain that Mr. Su Zhan was attacked by a group of unknown people on the way to ride the horse.

Those people beat Mr. Su Zhan seriously, but the strange thing is that they didn't take his life, so they left. Now Mr. Su Zhan is lying in the Su residence, unconscious."

The minister of Honglu Temple turned pale, Zhang Weimin disappeared, and Su Zhan was seriously injured.
Zhao Wujiang looked at the representative of the mission on the opposite side, who was also a member of the competition, Ashina Li.

Ashina Li smiled all over his face, looking at the anxious Datang side.

Zhao Wujiang probably already knew that there must be other forces behind the Western Turkic Mission to Tang, otherwise, Zhang Weimin would not disappear, and even the grandson of Su Dingfang, the pillar of the Tang Dynasty, would be attacked. If he expected it, Chen Mingjing It should be blocked by various reasons, and I can't come to Shangshu Province.

While thinking about it, the head of the Ministry of Rites, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, also hurried to the scene, leaned over to Zhao Wujiang's ear, and whispered in a voice that only Zhao Wujiang and Honglu Siqing could hear: "Chen Mingjing is dead! "

Honglu Siqing was dizzy for a while, it was over, the three of Datang's side couldn't come, now it's noon, where can I find a substitute to play?Isn't Datang doomed to lose?I have worked hard for most of my life, and I will be ruined this time
Zhang Weimin is the number one scholar in the new department and Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Rites. Su Zhan is the grandson of Su Dingfang and the head of the ten husbands. Both of them have orthodox official status, so the people behind the scenes did not kill.

But Chen Mingjing was different, even if he was backed by Zhangsun Wuji, he was only an ordinary person, so he died!

Ashina Li, who was sitting on the opposite seat, saw the pale and unusually pale Honglu Siqing, and the smile on his face became even wider. At the same time, the spectators who had been waiting for a long time also started to commotion, because it was already past the time for a cup of tea at noon, but still No representative of Datang was seen.

"Where is Zhang Weimin? He is now representing my Tang Dynasty. Why did he disappear at a critical moment? Could it be that he intends to destroy the honor of my Datang?"

"That Su Zhan is a martial artist, doesn't he know the time has come? Since ancient times, martial arts have made promises, why is he like this?"

"What are you arguing about? The competition is not over yet, maybe it's on the way here."

"So what if you come here? I have already lost a lot of Tang Fengfeng, and I made the Turkic allies wait so long."

"When did Western Turkic become a friendly state? Why didn't Eastern Turkic exist? You don't have any idea?"

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Ladies and gentlemen, beauties, young masters, you and I quarreled with each other.

The officials in front of the crowd were all silent, but most of them had expressions of complaint on their faces, which made Datang lose face.
The Laughing Cat Li Yifu stood among the officials, smiling all over his face. He listened to the discussion and watched the officials around complaining, but they dared not speak out, for fear that Zhao Wujiang would keep it in his heart and settle accounts after autumn.

Little bastard surnamed Zhao, let me add fire to you. Li Yifu's eyes were cold, and he spoke uprightly:
"It's all quiet and noisy, what's the point?

The personnel of Datang who participated in the competition were all selected by Mr. Zhao Wujiang himself. If there is any problem, Mr. Zhao will take responsibility. Is it your turn to point fingers?

Besides, I can trust Mr. Zhao, so how could there be a mistake in the person he chooses? "

In just a few words, Li Yifu informed everyone that the main responsibility was Zhao Wujiang, and transferred the anger and complaints of everyone towards the participants to Zhao Wujiang.

Sure enough, everyone's words were directed, and they began to shift their targets one after another.

"Hmph, if Datang loses, Mr. Zhao must be a sinner through the ages!"

"Who knows how much this Zhao Wujiang has benefited from others? Who are the people selected here? Do they have the slightest strength of my Tang Dynasty?"

"Who said no, I heard that many officials flattered Zhao Wujiang, promised him benefits, and stuffed them into their own children."

(End of this chapter)