I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

This love was not in vain, and he devoted himself to the Great Song Dynasty and worked hard.

"If there is nothing else, I'll go back first. I still have a few words to tell Zhouer." Zheng Linyuan was also thinking about Zhengzhou in addition to his feelings.

"As for Xu Qingsong's corpse, let the national teacher handle it in person. It's better to make a big noise, so that Li You Daozong can't take the initiative to put pressure on Song."

Before leaving, Zheng Linyuan was still advising Zhao Xin.

The so-called heart is concerned with the life and death of the country.

This sentence has penetrated into Zheng Linyuan's bone marrow.

"I understand." Zhao Xin nodded, he was not stupid, he knew how to solve it.

Just when Zheng Linyuan was about to leave from another door, Zhao Xin suddenly said, "Uncle hasn't told me how likely Zhengzhou is to reach the seventh floor."

Zheng Linyuan's footsteps were stagnant, as if he was thinking, but he said without a doubt: "If he can show his performance in the court today, the seventh floor will not be difficult for him."

"Tomorrow, there may be a great Confucian saint who is the first to ascend the eighth floor since the Chuanru Pagoda came out!"

After finishing speaking, Zheng Linyuan immediately left the Golden Luan Hall, but Zhao Xin stood where he was, unable to calm down for a long time.

"The Great Confucianism is the most holy?"

"I've only seen it in history books."

"If this is the case, Da Song can still be saved, and so can the people of Li and the common people."

Zhao Xin clenched his fists, and the excitement that rushed to his head just now did not dissipate for a long time.

soon after.

Zheng Linyuan, who returned to the prime minister's mansion, immediately changed his appearance.

"Hello, master." In front of the vermilion gate of Dongkua courtyard where Zhengzhou is located, the maid bowed to greet her.

Zheng Linyuan asked treacherously: "Is the young master back?"

The servant girl hurriedly said: "The young master got tired of talking after he came back and is resting in the bedroom. If the master has something to say, I'll call him right now."

"No, no, I'll just wait here, you guys go get busy first." Zheng Linyuan quickly waved his hands, although he looked adulterous, he was very approachable.

The maids and servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion all know that although the master is called a treacherous villain and a clumsy minister who caused trouble to the foundation of the Song Dynasty, when he is in the mansion on weekdays, he has always been very gentle and kind, especially for the young master Zheng Zhou. .

"Yes." The servant girl bowed her knees and left.

Zheng Linyuan stood where he was, waiting patiently while looking ahead.

No one knew what he was thinking, and the servant girl didn't find it strange that such scenes often appeared in the Prime Minister's mansion.

It wasn't until it was dark that Zheng Zhou, who was so anxious that he woke up, came out of the room. As soon as he came out, he saw a pair of black eyes looking at him.

"Why are you here?" Zheng Zhou asked, not because he wanted to be so indifferent, but in his memory, the original owner's attitude towards Zheng Linyuan has not changed.

In order not to be seen by Zheng Linyuan, Zheng Zhou had no choice but to imitate poorly.

"Yeah, what are you doing out here in the dark? Come in and rest, look at you, you don't know how to wear clothes when you come out at night, what if you have a typhoid fever?" Zheng Linyuan exaggeratedly took off his coat Lining short robes are draped over Zhengzhou's body.

typhoid?

Zhengzhou rolled his eyes, this is a good way.

With the current level of medical treatment, typhoid fever should still be considered an intractable disease, right?

Depend on.

Forget that there is magic in this world.

Not to mention typhoid fever, a broken leg can be connected.

The plan to die after the flash of inspiration passes!

"Do you have something to say?" Zheng Zhou asked awkwardly.

"Let's talk when we go in, let's talk when we go in." Zheng Linyuan laughed along with him, and led Zheng Zhou into the bedroom.

After entering, Zheng Linyuan familiarly added some high-quality charcoal to the ground dragon in the bedroom, covered the incense, and lit it with a softer, sleep-promoting one.

Just like a loving father.

"If you have anything to say, just say it, there's no need to do that." In my memory, the relationship between Zhengzhou and Zheng Linyuan has always been bad.

The dignified Song Youxiang sat on the low carbon-filled stool next to the earth dragon, and asked with a smile: "It's nothing, I just heard that you agreed to the Confucianism Pagoda trial proposed by Wang Wengong, so I came to see it."

Zheng Zhou looked at Zheng Linyuan, and he couldn't connect him with the Confucian and Taoist genius who climbed to the seventh floor of the Confucianism Tower.

"Well, I think it's interesting and I want to see it." Zheng Zhou replied calmly, anyway, he would die sooner or later, and he didn't want to give Zheng Linyuan hope for nothing.

"My son is as wise as a fool. Conquering the Chuanru Pagoda must be a trivial matter, but..." Zheng Linyuan's words stopped abruptly.

Zhengzhou lowered his eyebrows and said, "If you gasp again, tomorrow when I ascend the Chuanru Pagoda, I will voluntarily withdraw from the first floor, and you will lose all face!"

Chapter 15 Confucianism and Taoism's magical effect;

Seeing this, Zheng Linyuan sighed and said, "No matter how well you perform in Chuanru Pagoda, I hope you can always keep your original appearance."

"Although I prefer what you do in court, it's safer for you to look like a dandy."

Safety?

This is the last thing the master of the plane needs.

If it is [-]% safe, how can I continue to die?

Zhengzhou nodded and said, "Okay."

Although he agreed, he had already decided in his heart that if Deng Chuanruta still couldn't die, he would change his old dandy appearance and do whatever he wanted to die.

After Zheng Zhou answered, the boulder hanging in Zheng Linyuan's heart finally fell, and he got up and said, "Then you have a good rest, I'll go back first."

Until Zheng Linyuan left, Zhengzhou didn't ask him about Chuanru Pagoda.

Zheng Zhou believes that as long as he asks, Zheng Linyuan will definitely tell the truth. He is old and has a son, and his feelings for his son are almost pathological.

Except that the court cannot act arbitrarily.

Zheng Linyuan can let Zhengzhou do whatever he wants anywhere in Tokyo.