Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

As soon as Cai Jing said this, Gao Qiu impatiently interrupted:

"According to my people's inquiries, the official family couldn't stand Wanrong's obsession, so they had no choice but to agree to plant Wanrong."

Cai Jing raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Gao Qiu with a slightly annoyed look:

"If this is the case, what's the difference between it and the official's outspoken refusal?"

"As long as the officials don't actively request this, then we don't need to care."

"But how to force the officials to order the execution of that kind of teacher is what we need to consider most next."

Cai Jing sighed solemnly, his eyes filled with sharpness.

After staring out the window for a long time, he said again:

"That kind of teacher has been in charge of the army for many years and has a very high prestige in the army."

"Although his younger brother is not as good as him, he should not be underestimated."

"If this lineage cannot be uprooted after this..."

"Then everything we do from now on will be difficult to achieve!"

"And the things I promised you before are like the moon in the mirror, just out of reach!"

Gao Qiu nodded frequently in agreement, and the expression on his face gradually changed from the calm and solemn one at the beginning to the high-pitched and excited one now:

"Master Taishi, just keep your heart in your stomach!"

"The position of founding prime minister is reserved for me!"

As soon as Gao Qiu said this, he was immediately shocked.

Suddenly, I felt as if I had forgotten everything just now.

And when he slowly turned his head and looked at Cai Jing.

He immediately saw a face that was both annoyed and helpless.

……

The next morning.

After Zhao Ji had breakfast, he wanted to find Liu Meiren.

I thought to myself, I don't know how that girl is doing now.

But suddenly I remembered that the Zhong sisters went to Dali Temple to visit their old father yesterday evening.

After weighing the two aspects, Zhao Ji finally decided to go to the place where the flowers were planted to have a look.

After all, the safety of the teacher is what Zhao Ji worries about most at the moment.

this way.

Most of what Zhao Ji was thinking about was how to justifiably release his old father-in-law from Dali Temple.

Moreover, Cai Jing and his gang should not be allowed to have too much vigilance in their hearts.

It is no secret that in the officialdom of this period, there was discord between civil and military officials, civilian officials suppressed military attachés, and even the entire court suppressed military attachés.

What's more, those imprisoned in Dali Temple at this time were political opponents of Cai Jing's faction.

Without a proper reason, not to mention Cai Jing's group, even other civil servants above the court would be unlikely to agree to release Zhongshi Dao from Dali Temple.

What if we use water to flood Liangshan and other forces to stimulate it from the outside?

This may be an effective breakthrough.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed when he thought of this.

When Zhao Ji came to Zhong Fanhua's palace again, Zhong Fanhua and his sister Zhong Sijin were chatting by the fire.

A copper brazier, slightly larger than the basin, was placed next to the show bed in the palace.

There was a lot of charcoal fire in the copper basin.

The small area around it is grilled extremely warm.

The two sisters were sitting on the sandalwood chairs on both sides of the copper basin, looking at the door in surprise.

Seeing Zhao Ji coming, Zhongfanhua greeted him happily.

On the other hand, looking at that kind of brocade, it was as if he didn't see it, and he was still sitting there minding his own business.

After Zhao Ji saw the smile on Zhong Fanhua's face, he knew in his heart that my old father-in-law's condition should be fine.

However, in order to feel at ease, Zhao Ji still took the little hand that planted flowers and sat on the bed, and asked with concern:

"My beloved concubine, how is your father's health?"

"Is it any better?"

But before Zhong Fanhua could talk to him, Zhong Sijin, who was sitting on the other side, interjected rather disgustedly:

"Hypocritical."

"Using you to be a good person afterwards?"

Zhong Fanhua glanced at her sister reproachfully, and when she looked at Zhao Ji again, the expression on her face was quite grateful:

"Thank you for your concern, my father's health is much better."

"Thanks to the many chivalrous people in prison, my father was able to recover so quickly."

After Zhao Ji heard this, a big stone fell from his heart:

"That's good, that's good."

Now that the situation in front of him was okay for the time being, Zhao Ji's mind couldn't help but become more active.

Suddenly thought:

How did my little sister-in-law enter the palace?

It is said that the patrols and inspections in the palace are very strict, and there are deep ditches and high walls as barriers.

For ordinary people, it would be extremely difficult for ordinary people to enter the core area of ​​the palace unless they deceive patrols and inspections by disguising themselves, obtaining waistbands, and other means.

Could it be that there are some omissions in the deep palaces of the imperial city?

If that's the case, I have to ask my sister-in-law for details.

Otherwise, I am afraid that when someone from outside the palace sneaks into the palace one day and takes my head away, I still don't know what happened.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

After thinking for a moment, a 50-tael silver note was handed into Zhong Sijin's little hand.

Although this kind of girl is from an official family, she has never seen a few large banknotes in so many years due to the strict discipline of the teacher.

The most I have in my hand is two or thirty taels of silver.

Suddenly buying it for 50 taels immediately gave her an unreal feeling.

With that kind of brocade, he first looked at the 50 taels of silver notes in his hand, and then looked at Zhao Ji, who was sitting next to his sister with a smile on his face.

There was a somewhat complicated look on his face unconsciously:

"Why do you give me some silver for no reason?"

"Could it be that you have some other agenda in your mind?"

Zhong Fanhua looked at her sister dotingly, smiled suddenly, and then wanted to scold her sister.

But before he could speak, Zhao Ji took up the topic:

"Look what you said."

"Disregarding my status as an official, I am also your brother-in-law."

"Isn't it natural for my brother-in-law to be kinder to my sister-in-law?"

"Of course, besides that, I still have some questions in my mind, that is, how do you get in and out of the palace on weekdays?"

"I've been thinking hard about this, so I'm asking this question now."

Zhong Sijin originally wanted not to answer this question, because she had no good impression of the Song Dynasty official family who put her father in jail.

Even if I gave myself so much silver at this moment, I still don't have it.

But in the end, after all kinds of persuasion from his sister, he reluctantly revealed his method of entering the palace.

It turns out that since Zhong Shidao was imprisoned in Dali Temple, Zhong Sijin could not sit still in his boudoir.

All he was thinking about was how to rescue his father.

But almost all of their family members are military officers. Except for Zhongshi Dao and Zhongshizhong, no one else has asked Zhao Ji for mercy, and they are not even qualified to enter the palace to meet the saint.

And among those teachers, they are now confined to their homes.