Regret Records of Cultivating a Tyrant

On the day of the banquet, the general's mansion was full of people, and the most carriages occupied half of the street.

The Han family stood outside to greet the guests, and Han Shiqing also took this opportunity to recognize these people familiarly. After all, he will also deal with these people in the future, so it would be better to get to know them earlier.

When the banquet started, Lin Shicheng just found a corner to sit, ate and drank quietly, and quietly looked at those people sitting with Prime Minister Right from the corner of his eye.

Now he is just an insignificant person who has been friends with Han Shiqing for a few days, and his status is not even considered as a classmate. Being able to sit with these people is already considered a great deal of face given to him by Han Jingyu.

Rubbing the wall of the cup with his fingertips, Lin Shicheng silently recorded the faces of these people.

"The children of the Han family are really all dragons and phoenixes among people." The right minister Li Desheng stroked his sparse goatee, and praised Han Shiqing to a table of people without knowing the truth.

"General Han is blessed." Li Desheng is the same age as Zuo Xiang, and now he is over sixty years old, but there is no cloudiness in his small eyes, and he is full of light. He continued: "The eldest son Han Jinfeng and the second son Han Yiming have been sealed. Major General of the Northwest, he himself holds the two official positions of General Zhenbei and Minister of the Ministry of War. He holds the soldiers of the entire dynasty in his hands. Now that youngest son has passed the examination of Juren again. I am afraid that he will be able to take the palace examination next year. Kneel before His Majesty and be sealed."

He didn't seem to be afraid of being heard by others, his expression remained the same, with a smile on his face, waiting for others to answer.

"Li Xiang is right. This General Han is living a smooth life. I am very envious." The person who answered his words was Zhao Kuo, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, a second-rank official, only a little younger than Li Desheng.

He said with emotion: "Thinking of my son who is not up to date, he has been an official for 20 years, and he can barely reach the position of Zhongshu Shilang. This year he was promoted to the fourth rank, and he only wore the Dahongpao when he was in his 40s."

Speaking of this, he raised his wine glass and said half-jokingly to Li Desheng: "Everyone knows that Li Xiang is in charge of Zhongshu Province now, and I hope Li Xiang will help me look after the dogs in the future, so as not to let him get into trouble, this glass of wine I respect you."

As he spoke, he drank it all in one gulp.

In fact, what he said was to ask Li Desheng to help him keep an eye on his son, but there was something in his words. To put it bluntly, he wanted Li Desheng to support his son more and make his official career easier.

"Zhao Shangshu is polite." Li Desheng smiled, neither agreed nor refused, lowered his head and took a sip of his wine, his eyes moved slightly, and mentioned a recent incident.

"I heard that the Nan clan intends to present a stunning beauty to His Majesty recently. Zhao Shangshu, you are in charge of the Ministry of Rites. Do you know if this news is true?"

Zhao Kuo was taken aback for a moment, his heart trembled involuntarily.

He originally wanted to secretly reject the Nanzu's contribution, so he concealed it from Shang Shusheng.

How did the right minister know?

But since Li Desheng mentioned it, he already knew the reason.If he keeps concealing it, it will be very dangerous to be caught by the right minister.

In terms of party disputes, he was originally neutral, but recently the political situation changed. The Holy Majesty stayed away from business all day long, was greedy for sensuality, and deliberately ignored the left minister and the general's mansion. He wondered if he could move closer to the right minister in advance, so Just took his word for it.

So, he replied: "There is indeed such a thing."

"Then why didn't you report it?" Li Desheng had a half-smile.

"I……"

"Hahahaha, Zhao Shangshu don't need to be nervous, I was just joking." Li Desheng laughed, "I know that Zhao Shangshu doesn't want His Majesty to be blinded by that woman and bewitch the Holy Listener. Well, don't do that again next time."

After that, he joked again, "Since Zhao Shangshu is so cautious, then this woman must have the beauty of a country and a city. I want to see it."

When some officials around heard this, they also laughed.

Zhao Kuo's face was blushed after being told so repeatedly, and his heart was pounding. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and continue.

"What Li Xiang said is true."

The news should have been kept secret. He really didn't know how the Prime Minister knew about it, but he put a high hat on himself by mentioning it like this. If someone tells His Majesty in the future...

The consequences could be disastrous.

Lin Shicheng's hearing was extremely keen, and he listened to what the two said this time, pursing his lips and smiling.

This right-hand man is really an old fox.

Zhao Kuo was sincerely thinking about the dynasty, and he didn't want Emperor Yuan'an to embark on a road of no return.But he committed the crime of deceiving the emperor by stopping the Nanzu's contribution, and this matter was exposed by the right minister, and he couldn't do it if he didn't want to stand on the side of the right minister.

Moreover, Zhao Kuo probably didn't expect that the stunning beauty had been dropped by their Xuanjinlou people long ago.

Beauty seduces people, evildoers bring disaster to the country.

As long as that woman captures Emperor Yuan'an's heart, the Hunjun will never wake up again. At that time, the Ninth Prince will stand up and control the world, and it will be much easier.

In the middle of the banquet, Lin Shicheng had almost heard some news, so he got up and walked towards the door. On the way, he passed by Prime Minister Right. When I looked back at him.

Li Desheng frowned, stood up and talked to a table of people, and then followed Lin Shicheng's back.

Lin Shicheng went all the way to the hidden place in the garden, then turned around, bowed to the right minister, and praised: "Li Xiang is so brave."

Li Desheng saw that the young man in front of him was bookish and gentle, and he felt a little relaxed, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Here, Lin Shicheng, as for your identity, you should know this." As he said, he took out a palm-sized dark gold token from his sleeve pocket, with a deep red tiger head blood jade inlaid in the middle. Hostility is chilling.

Xuanjin Xuetie, bone-shattering and vicious, with a tiger's head and a ghostly face, all grievances must be repaid.

This is the token that only the high-level officials of the Xuanjin Building will have.

"You are the young master of Xuanjin Tower." Li Desheng was stunned for a moment, then his expression became serious, "I never thought that the young master of Xuanjin Tower would be so young..."

"Is it easy to use the news that Zhao Kuo detained Jinxian beauty from the Nan nationality?"

"That letter was actually sent by you." Li Desheng calmed down, but he still couldn't believe it. "Why do you people from Jianghu come to meddle in this court affair?"

"Li Xiang, can't you see that we are here to help you?" Lin Shicheng smiled, "No, to be precise, we should all be helping the Ninth Prince."

"Ninth Prince?!" Li Desheng was shocked, and hurriedly said, "Do you know where His Highness Ninth Prince is now? The old minister has been very worried about him..."

He has been looking for Jiang Yu for the whole year, but because he has too little information about Jiang Yu, he still hasn't found it yet.

Lin Shicheng sneered in his heart, thinking that Li Desheng was pretending to be worried.

He didn't show it on his face, he just replied: "The Ninth Prince is now under the secret protection of Xuanjinlou, he is safe. As for Li Xiang, you only need to do your own thing well, paving the way for the Ninth Prince is a great achievement gone."

Lin Shicheng's words are straightforward, and the general meaning can be understood as: first, you don't want to snatch Jiang Yu back as a puppet, and second, you use your network strength to join us. In the future, Jiang Yu will sit on the throne, and your benefits will be indispensable.

Li Desheng is a fine person, so he naturally understood, so he agreed to Lin Shicheng's request, and set up a contact location with him in the future, then said goodbye and walked towards the living room.

Watching Li Desheng leave, Lin Shicheng took the token, and when he was about to leave the garden, he turned around suddenly, and the blade hidden in the arm sheath shot at it with internal force, cutting off a few blades of grass, only to hear the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the flesh There was a sound, and then something fell to the ground, shaking the grass.

Lin Shicheng walked a few steps quickly, looking down at the young maid who fell on the ground.

The blade was inserted straight into her throat, and the blood gushed out continuously. She still had a breath, but she couldn't even utter a word. She just stared at the handsome and indifferent young man above her head with wide eyes. It was full of shock and fear. Her hands and feet were cold, and she touched her neck tremblingly, trying to pull out the blade, but her hands were sticky.

"Cough, cough..." Blood choked out from her mouth, tears ran across her immature cheeks, the little girl's pupils gradually lost their spirits, but she didn't close her eyes until she died.

From the blade hit to the maid's death, there was actually only a dozen or so breaths.

Lin Shicheng's thin lips were drawn into a straight line, he knelt down, put his hands on the girl's eyes, and said softly "I'm sorry" when helping her close them.

Lin Shicheng is not an emotionless person, he is just too calm and rational.

He knew that if news of his private meeting with the right minister got out, everything he had planned before would come to naught.

So he didn't dare to gamble, and he couldn't gamble.

Now that Xuanjinlou has jumped on board the Ninth Prince's boat, he has to go all the way.

There will inevitably be sacrifices on the road, and he needs to learn to adapt.

After the banquet was over, the Han family saw off the guests outside. After they were all sent away, He Yiran breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "Sure enough, I'm still old. I feel sore and backache after entertaining for such a day."

"Mother, look at what you said, you are not old!" Han Shiqing smiled, "You are young and beautiful, and you will always be!"

"Your child, your mouth looks like honey!" He Yiran nodded her youngest son's mouth, smiling happily.

"Your waist hurts again?" Han Jingyu heard this, and said, "I'll massage you when you go back."

"I don't need you, you are quite tired all day, I just ask Xiaoqin to press me, she is good at this!" Speaking of this, He Yiran looked around and shouted, "Xiaoqin? Xiaoqin ?”

No one answered.

"Hey? Where did this child go?" He Yiran asked the maid next to her, "Xiao Liu, did you see Xiaoqin today?"

"Go back to Madam, I saw her go to the garden at noon, but I couldn't find her in the afternoon."

"It's weird, what about Xiaoqin..."

Dongshi, the meat yard.

A few mutton-haired wild dogs gathered by the side of the big pit that smelled of carrion, their tongues stretched out, and their saliva flowed out uncontrollably, forming a small puddle on the ground in a short while.

Seeing the big-bellied butcher coming with a basket on his back, the wild dogs howled excitedly.

"Today you have a lucky meal~" The butcher rushed down the basket, and dozens of pieces of meat poured out and slid into the big pit. The wild dogs immediately pounced on them, tearing the pieces of meat ferociously, and swallowed them whole. Consider others.

The butcher picked up the pan and wobbled back, humming an ugly tune.

"The world is difficult, the world is difficult, even if there are thousands of things in life, after death, you will be a rotten flesh and blood. Difficult, difficult."