I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

Chapter 40 The Indiscriminate Idiot

"This plan is not bad. It is of great benefit to him to soak in your and my Confucian artifacts. You and I have made some contributions to the Confucianism and Taoism of the Song Dynasty." Zhou Xingbang nodded with satisfaction, and began to think about what Confucian artifacts to give to Zhengzhou. .

As the famous Confucianists in the Song Dynasty, they have a lot of Confucian wares, but if they are satisfied with the Confucian wares that they can get their hands on, there are not many pieces, let alone give it to Zhengzhou, so they dare not be hasty.

The seemingly insignificant gift is related to the succession of teachers in Zhengzhou, and it is even more related to whether they can be famous in history.

After the underground cave was completely quiet, Zheng Linyuan heaved a sigh of relief. The matter was finally settled, and he could finally calm down for a while.

Moreover, he has obtained so many Confucian artifacts for no reason, and he has benefited a lot.

You must know that these great Confucian scholars are all iron cocks, and they are usually good at digging and searching. It is also quite a sense of accomplishment to be able to scrape oil from them.

After a while, many great Confucians confirmed the list of donated Confucian artifacts, and delivered them to Zheng Linyuan, asking him to pass them on to Zhengzhou.

Due to the suppression of the Immortal Sect and the decline of Confucianism and Taoism, these great Confucianists who can compete with the Immortal Sect cannot leave the underground cave.

Leaving the underground cave, Zheng Linyuan sent people to Zhengzhou's bedroom with Confucian utensils. At this time, Zhengzhou was feeling sorry for Yue.

The expected aftershock has not arrived, and the cause of the heaven and earth phenomenon has not been investigated in detail.

Death is like the wind, always with me.

But he couldn't die.

He really broke his guard.

If it doesn't work, try Qiao Shihan's immortal technique?

Forget it, after all, it is the Longevity Sect, just hearing this name is not very auspicious.

Just when Zhengzhou was thinking about it, Zheng Linyuan came.

Zheng Zhou glanced at him, frowned, but ignored him.

Zheng Linyuan forced Mo Jie to arrange for him, but it hasn't been settled yet.

"Zhouer, how is the moonlight tonight? Your poem about the moon is exactly the same as the moonlight tonight." Zheng Linyuan licked his face to find a topic.

"Don't read it." Zheng Zhou turned and went back to the room.

Zheng Linyuan quickly followed, but Zheng Zhou had already locked the door tightly.

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Zheng Linyuan said helplessly to Mo Jie behind him: "Put all these Confucian artifacts in every corner of Zhou'er's bedroom, try to hide them as much as possible, and don't let Zhou'er find out."

Mo Jie looked at all kinds of strange things in the tray, and asked suspiciously: "Master, are these things all valuable?"

Zheng Linyuan heard the words and said with a smile: "Even if it is the official family of the Song Dynasty, they can't ask for it. Do you think it is worth money?"

Mo Jie nodded approvingly.

Master is worthy of being a master.

"Take time tomorrow to get rid of this matter. When necessary, these things can save Zhou'er's life." After Zheng Linyuan finished speaking, he walked down the stairs and went to the outer courtyard.

In this way, it was one night.

Waking up early in the morning, Zheng Zhou looked at the sneaky Mo Jie and asked, "How did you deal with the assassin yesterday?"

Mo Jie was thinking about how to hide this painting so that the young master would not find out, so he responded casually: "I asked a doctor to heal his wounds, and he is currently resting in a side room."

Zhengzhou paced and opened the door, and the sunlight came in: "Bring her to see me."

"Okay..." Mo Jie was distracted, didn't hear clearly, and dealt with it casually. After a while, after recollecting it, he turned around and asked incredulously: "What?"

"Young master, that person is the assassin of the Twelve Nights Red Moon. She is extremely dangerous. If it is not necessary, I think you should avoid seeing her."

Zhengzhou snorted with a cold snort of dissatisfaction: "If you are told to do it, you do it. So much nonsense? I just wait for a stick of incense. If you don't see her, don't stay in the Xiangfu."

Mo Jie had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow through.

Soon after, the haggard dancer was escorted by Mo Jie to Dongkuayuan where Zhengzhou was located.

Although she was embarrassed, she still looked at Zhengzhou with resentment in her eyes. Sure enough, the people who could be selected by Twelve Nights Red Moon were all stubborn.

"What's your name?" Zheng Zhou asked.

"You don't deserve to know, Song's running dog!" The dancing girl spat on the ground, her eyes like a bloodthirsty but caught cobra.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it. It's not that important anyway. Let me ask you, how many assassins does Twelve Nights Red Moon have? How many people carry the name of anti-Song Fuchu?"

Yu Juan said with resentment: "You want to find out the whole Twelve Nights Red Moon through me? You'd better give up your heart. Even if I die, I won't tell you!"

"This idea must have been conceived by Zheng Linyuan, a treacherous official, right? With your IQ, how can you understand this?"

Zhengzhou: "???"

One thing to say, Zheng Linyuan didn't take Twelve Nights Red Moon seriously at all, otherwise he would have killed her long ago last night, so what's the matter today?

"You don't think the Twelve Nights Red Moon has much influence on Da Song, do you? If so, you look too good on yourself. To put it bluntly, you are just a group of fools who are used by others without knowing it. Do you take it seriously?" Zheng Zhouan sat on the reclining chair, swaying and looking at the clouds and clouds in the sky, and he didn't take Yu Jurong's anger seriously at all.

"What? You still don't admit it? Let me ask you, how many of the people killed by the red moon in the Twelve Nights were directly related to the death of the Great Chu? If I guessed correctly, there shouldn't be many, right? The Jiacangyun army is guarding the north now, do you dare to go find them?"

"To put it bluntly, you are a group of softies who bully the weak and fear the hard, do you really regard yourself as a hero?"

Yu Jurong turned his head and said weakly: "How can you understand our ambition?"

"In today's world, apart from the city of Tokyo, there are many farmers dying of starvation and exhaustion. You have never been out of the city of Tokyo in your life, so how do you know that it is difficult elsewhere?"

The reclining chair stopped, Zheng Zhou leaned over and stared at Yu Yu's tired face, "What do you eat and drink on weekdays?"

"If I'm not mistaken, what I eat should be meat, and what I drink should be fine wine?"

"Saving the world is just empty talk, and taking the opportunity to make money is the important task, right?"

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes. People who starve to death have nothing to do with you. It is the corruption of the Song Dynasty court, and the emperor of Song Dynasty is cowardly and incompetent. But those who are alive have nothing to do with you. The rebellion against the Song Dynasty and the restoration of Chu did not allow a person who died of starvation to avoid disasters, nor did it allow a living person to enjoy peace and prosperity."

Yu Juirong gritted his teeth, still persisting on the surface, but his heart had already turned into a turbulent sea.

Is it really just empty talk to reverse the Song Dynasty and restore Chu Dynasty?

Zheng Zhou took a candied fruit and threw it into his mouth, got up and smoothed the folds of his blouse, and said leisurely, "So, don't talk about going back to Song Dynasty and Chu Dynasty all day long, it's really not a great thing, don't lie to yourself."

"Mo Jie, untie her and send her out of the mansion, my Prime Minister's mansion will not leave any idiot who can't tell the difference between red and white!"

Mo Jie, who was thinking about the young master's quotations, immediately froze: "But she..."