starling is not a bird

When Daoist Zhang Mingde set out the sand table and was about to hold up the spirit again, Elder Brother Ten secretly sighed in his heart: So my elder brother is the living god!

The Ministry of Households adjusts silver and rice, the Ministry of War recruits strong men, and even the Ministry of Industry contributes more than a dozen cannons plus Russia's new fire system, but the leader of the army has not yet been determined.

The memorials like snowflakes flew into the upper study room, and they were all shelved by Kangxi. Every day, a little servant worked hard to dust the memorials. When the memorials were piled higher than the mountain, they finally fell to the ground one day. After kicking the memorials all over the floor, he lightly ordered the little servant: "Take it out and burn it!"

In the evening, Kangxi turned over the brand of the secret concubine. His youngest son had just reached the time when he would be clingy, and the dwarf ball was bouncing around. Kangxi couldn't help secretly holding the youngest son in his arms, feeding him, and coaxing him to talk , Lied him to drink, and looked at the beautiful smile of the secret concubine, feeling in his heart: Son, he was still cute when he was young!

Grown-up sons are all debt collectors, wanting a wife requires rewards and achievements, and from time to time, they are thinking behind their backs how to plot against their own father, which is really annoying.

It's not that Kangxi doesn't know about Zhijun King's crooked thoughts, but a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a prince who has no idea about the throne is also a coward. .

However, no matter whether the crown prince ascends the throne or not, it is not a good thing for the king of Zhijun to have too much military power. Prince Yu and his compatriots, Kangxi still dare not be completely at ease, let alone the relationship between the king of Zhijun and the prince?This one dares to lead the army, and that one dares to shoot cold arrows in the back, let alone fighting, the country will probably be tossed and scattered!

It is true that there is no one in the court that can be used, but the Han army has produced a few talents, but in the southwest, the rebellion of the Miao people has always been worrying. Kangxi also thought about transferring people from the Shi family, but Tibet It's easy to defend and difficult to attack there. If the son's uncle is killed, who will protect the son and grandson Qingtian in the future?People like Tu Hai and E Li are getting old, and their children and grandchildren are still not outstanding, so what should we do?

Thinking left and right, Kangxi simply hugged the secret concubine and rolled the sheets. Anyway, I am the real dragon emperor, God does not want the people to suffer, and will definitely send a general to help me!

The direct descendants of King Zhijun have all submitted several papers, and I beg Kangxi to set the morale of the army early.

Thus, Zhang Mingde, who made his debut on the stage, shouted the slogan "Dragon descendants make the army" under the eyes of everyone in the capital under the abnormal weather of the blue sky and thunderbolt, and was quickly captured by Kangxi's personal soldiers and tied up in the yard.

Unconvinced, King Zhijun put on formal clothes and went to the palace to ask for an interview. When he saw Kangxi, he rushed over: "Why doesn't Huang Ama trust his son?"

Kangxi didn't even bother to roll his eyes: "I trust you so much that I keep you in the capital to save my life!"

King Zhijun was furious for a while: "Huang Ama, you are so unreasonable!"

Kangxi said flatly: "I'm just being unreasonable, but your demon way is unreasonable! You're talking nonsense!"

King Zhijun stiffened his neck and refused to accept: "Master Zhang is a half-immortal who has gone down to earth to endure calamities. He has his own inspiration, so how can it be nonsense? Huang Ama, you are unfair!"

Kangxi slapped the table suddenly: "You idiot! I really don't know how I raised you! Your mother and concubine are also smart, and you must not have been raised outside the palace back then!"

King Zhijun was stunned for a moment when he was scolded like this, and it took him a long time to remember to reply: "Why did Huang Ama say that?"

Kangxi only felt his teeth itch and wanted to bite someone: "That real Zhang is just a liar, you brought him out to fight with me for military power? Do you really think that I am a fool like you?"

How can the king of Zhijun admit it: "Which one of his words is wrong? Could it be that he found the envoy of the living Buddha? Huang Ama, cross the river and destroy the bridge!"

Kangxi's eyes shone brightly, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that this son was just stupid, he was not bad at heart: "What did he find! He killed the messenger!"

King Zhijun was stunned by such news, he opened his mouth half-opened for a while before stammering, "Did he kill it?"

Kangxi took out a bundle of investigation books from the case and threw it to King Zhijun: "Look for yourself, the premeditated murder comes first, and the conspiracy comes after, those bastards still treat him as a god!"

King Zhijun flipped through stacks of materials, his mind was in a mess, how could this happen, and why no one disclosed such important things to him.

It was ridiculous to think of how I regarded that guy as a guest of honor these days. It turned out that that person had been lying to me, and thinking that Kangxi knew the truth long ago but didn't remind himself, and let himself make jokes, I felt a little more resentment!

Looking up at Kangxi, King Zhijun's eyes were red: "Huang Ama, why didn't you tell your son earlier?"

Kangxi smiled coldly: "I didn't tell you on purpose, I'm waiting to see how many other moths you have to come out! Really think I'm just a display? I know better than you what you used that Taoist to plot! I don't care about you , you're good, you've got your nose in the face, and you dare to use him to plot against me for important military affairs, and I'm threatening me!"

King Zhijun was both ashamed and angry, and kowtowed: "My son is wrong, I beg Emperor Ama to forgive me!"

Kangxi panted heavily, and it took him a long time to calm down: "It's good that you know you're wrong, you and I still have doubts between father and son, let alone others? Be careful in the future, don't always be used by villains!"

He said a few more words to the king of Zhijun, reprimanded and persuaded him. The anger in the king's heart became more and more intense. After Kangxi finished speaking, the king of Zhijun resigned, and rushed to Zhang Mingde's place with his whip in his hand. The place.

The king of Zhijun is reckless, he will be brought up immediately, he doesn't like the sour style of gardenia and jasmine, he doesn't say anything to Zhang Mingde when he enters the yard, and he doesn't take it easy, he kicks Zhang Mingde over with a heart-warming kick On the ground, pick up the whip and start whipping!

After all, Zhang Mingde is over fifty years old, and he will be able to take care of him comfortably on weekdays. Where has he suffered such hardships?The beard and hair were rolling in the dust, the clothes were quickly torn, and the blood stains immediately soaked the ground.

The guard next to him just let the king of Zhijun get angry before, who wouldn't look at his face?Zhijun Wang rushed over like the wind, his face was ashen, and his hair stood on end.At first glance, he was here to find fault. Who would go crazy and stop him?The ready-made whip hit my own body!It's true that the old birthday star has eaten arsenic, but Kangxi has also given strict orders. If you want to look at this living god, what should you do if something happens?

When the beating was no longer serious, the guards rushed forward to stop them: "My lord, my lord, stop, stop, stop, if you continue to fight, you will die!"

The king of Zhijun is not willing to obey, the whip in his hand dances so hard that water can't get in: "Stop it! This king is going to kill this evil way of harming the country and the people with his mouth full of nonsense!"

The guards are used to the ever-changing minds of the nobles, so they are not surprised why the Taoist priest lost the mind of the Zhijun King, but this person is the one the emperor wants us to protect?If you beat him to death, you have nothing to do with it. The emperor blames it, and we are the ones who suffer. If it doesn’t work, we have to stop it!

Several guards acted like rogues, holding hands and feet, and five or six guards went into battle, strangling Zhijun King, five or six of them moved out together, and the other guards quickly moved away. Zhang Mingde who was on the ground dragged him into the room, threw it on the bed, and came out to lock the door.

King Zhijun came out of the courtyard door without touching his feet, and the inside was immediately closed. Although King Zhijun was angry, he knew that it would be useless to continue the trouble. If he really beat someone to death, he would be angry solid.

The guards next to him tried their best to persuade King Zhijun to get on the horse, watched him go far, and then went back. The leader was Qi Kun, the second son of Prince An's family, Yue Le, who scratched his hair and spit On the ground: "It's really bad luck!"

Zhang Mingde was thrown on the bed, his whole body was in pain, he yelled for a long time, but no one came in to check the situation, Zhang Mingde is not an idiot, Zhijun Wang suddenly changed his attitude, there must be some flaws, he hates himself lying here, even There is no one to inquire about.

It was finally late at night when the maid who delivered the meals came in. Zhang Mingde begged her to bandage his wounds, and made many inquires, but he didn't find out any news.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Mingde breathed a sigh of relief, leaned on a cane and moved to the door, put a bag of gold and silver at the bottom of the box in his hand, and looked for the most talkative guard on weekdays, Handed over.

The guard was also very good, he put it in his arms with a smile and said: "I don't know what's going on, I just know that the prince came from the emperor's side, Taoist priest, you are a smart person, if you have any ideas, hurry up and think about it. If there is any way to find it quickly, Zhijun Wang is not someone to mess with!"

Hearing this, Zhang Mingde suddenly felt dizzy. He stood leaning on the wall for a long time before recovering. He thanked the guard for his reminder with a trembling voice, and slowly moved back.

The guard went out, took out the gold and silver bag in his arms to have a look, was quite satisfied, picked a bigger piece of gold and walked towards the captain: "Brother, I'll share it with you!"

Chikun smiled and refused to answer: "You kid is really short-sighted, how much incense money does this person charge to share with you!"

The guard smiled naively: "I'm not short of money, besides, he's quite pitiful, I see that King Zhijun has dealt a heavy hand today!"

Chikun curled his lips: "This kind of bluffing and deceitful person, when he eats meat, sometimes he is beaten, what are you pitiful for?" After speaking, he sighed: "It's ridiculous that we almost believed it before He, if he really believes in him, I'm afraid that little Taoxiang will be taken by him."

The guard nodded: "Speaking of which, Lord Babeile is still smart. He doesn't believe him at all, and doesn't even let him in. When we talk about it in the future, how much right and wrong will be lost!"

Chikun raised his neck: "That is, who is Lord Babeile! I have been with the emperor for so many years, and I have never seen him make mistakes! Others say that he is hiding shame in the mansion. Look at that, Lord Beile is I'm too lazy to be serious with this kind of person!"

The guard nodded: "Captain, what you said is true, I also think Babeile is good!"

Chikun tapped him on the head: "You don't need to say it! Grandpa's Ama praises him all the time at home!"

Zhang Mingde, who was slumped on the bed, thought about it, the emperor and the king of the Zhijun detested him, let alone wealth and glory, how can he save his humble life?

The slanting moon was sinking, and the dawn was setting. Overnight, Zhang Mingde seemed to have aged ten years, and the vertical and horizontal grooves on his face were full of fear.

Changing into a new Taoist robe with shaking hands, Zhang Mingde picked up the residual water in the basin and wiped his face, used his fingers to comb his hair randomly, put his hair back into a bun, opened the door with a cane, and looked at the familiar face in front of him , Zhang Mingde took a deep breath and said loudly: "I want to see the prince!"