Prime Minister, don't pick up on integrity

Zhang Ping looked weak, but his strength was not weak. Being pressed by him like this, he struggled a few times, but Li Si couldn't break free at all.

"If you want me to help you, don't struggle."

A threatening voice sounded in his ears. Hearing Zhang Ping's words, Li Si immediately stopped moving.

And he also wanted to see what the prime minister was going to do.

The hands that were holding Li Si went down along the waist, untied Li Si's belt, and opened the collar, half of the original loose clothes were taken off, revealing half of his round shoulders.

Warm fingers pressed on the bare shoulders, the gorgeous face slowly approached, and the pair of peach blossom eyes shone with an unknown light.

Seeing Li Si's motionless appearance, Zhang Ping stopped his movements, opened his thin lips lightly, and asked coldly, "For Han Fei, is it all right?"

Only then did Li Si come to his senses. Although he was at a disadvantage, Li Si didn't feel flustered at all. He replied sternly, "It's wrong for the prime minister to say that. I'm for the country of Korea."

Seeing Li Si's serious face, and hearing what he said, Zhang Ping suddenly felt a little lack of interest. Li Si didn't push him away as he expected. He seemed to be acquiescing to his behavior.

But Zhang Ping felt that maybe Li Si didn't know what he was going to do to him at all.

Fearless because of ignorance, is this person so incomprehensible?

Thinking of this, he propped up his body slightly, but still half-pressed on Li Si: "It's ridiculous. Is supporting Han Fei on stage also for the Korean community?"

After Zhang Ping told his real purpose, Li Si's originally quiet black eyes flashed a trace of surprise, but he quickly regained his calm. He did not deny Zhang Ping's words, but admitted it openly.

"That's right, I have visited the prime minister several times, just to hope that the prime minister can support Han Fei. The prime minister should be very clear that the so-called New Deal is not a cure for the symptoms at all. If South Korea wants to prosper, it can only through reforms, and South Korea is the most suitable for hosting The person who reformed is Han Fei."

"South Korea has the old king of Han and the crown prince. It's not Han Fei's turn to sit on the throne anyway."

"In South Korea 63 years ago, in the 12th year of King Han Xiang, the crown prince Ying died of illness. The only ones who were qualified to inherit the throne were the two brothers, Gongzi Jiu and Gongzi Zhelou. They sent people to stop the young master Zan Li, so that he could not go back to Korea. Later, Gong Zi Jiu was established as the crown prince, and later became the king of Hanli, but the defeated son Zan Li died in depression in the state of Chu.

Back then, it was Young Master Jiu who used means to take away the throne that should have belonged to Young Master Zai, but Han Fei, as the descendant of Young Master Zai, should now take back the throne that should have belonged to him, so why not? "

Li Si knew such palace secrets so clearly. Zhang Ping's face darkened, he was silent for a while, and then asked suddenly: "Having said that, even if Han Fei has the ability and status, the court will support Han Fei." How many are there? How are you going to win them over?"

Without hesitation, Li Si said, "A lot of money lures him."

Zhang Ping sarcastically said: "How much gold can impress them?"

Li Si asked back: "How about Qianjin?"

Perhaps because he didn't expect Li Si to answer like this, Zhang Ping was taken aback for a moment, then he buried his head in Li Si's ear and asked in a low voice.

"Then how are you going to impress me? Are you going to seduce me with a thousand pieces of gold?"

Following his movements, his slightly cool lips touched Li Si's lips lightly, the crisp and itchy feeling made Li Si's body stiffen slightly, and then he returned to normal: "Of course not, how can a mere daughter impress the Prime Minister. Facing Zhang Ping's curious eyes, Li Si continued, "I have a gift that I want to give to you."

"Oh?"

"Although Mr. Prime Minister is not very heavy, Si really feels uncomfortable under such pressure."

Pushing Zhang Ping's chest, Li Si said softly, unlike what he imagined, Zhang Ping's chest doesn't look broad, but it feels firm to the touch, and it seems to be tight muscles.

Li Si didn't know that although Zhang Ping was a civil servant, but because he was as beautiful as a woman, in order to avoid being harassed by some disciples, he worshiped Mozi's school since he was a child and learned martial arts, so his body was naturally stronger than a scholar like Li Si .

Hearing the meaning of Li Si's words, Zhang Ping suddenly stopped the hand on his chest and got up.

After pulling Li Si up, Zhang Ping knelt and sat in his original position again.

After a little tidying up the messy clothes on his body, and putting his collar back together, Li Si took out a delicate wooden box from his wide sleeves.

After receiving the wooden box from Li Si and opening it, Zhang Ping's originally indifferent expression changed slightly, and Li Si said in time: "I heard that the prime minister likes calligraphy, so I specially sent a brush."

Zhang Ping picked up the writing brush in the wooden box, and while playing with it in his hand, he said this.

"The ink dragon brush in the ink storage pavilion, I remember that this pen is worth more than a thousand gold, Prince Fu's handwriting is so big."

"What's the use of a writing brush after it's done?"

Feeling the tip of the ink dragon pen, the hair tip made of high-quality wolf hair is flexible and elastic, and Zhang Ping seemed to have realized something, and he said in a playful tone: "There is such an organization behind it as support, It's no wonder Prince Fu dared to say 'a thousand pieces of gold to lure him'."

Li Si neither admitted nor denied Zhang Ping's probing words. He just asked directly, "What do you think, Prime Minister?"

Zhang Ping poured himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it all, and then slowly said: "The reason why the two generations of the Zhang family are prime ministers is because the ancestors said that you should not take risks."

Li Si thumped in his heart, is Zhang Ping ready to refuse?

But then, Zhang Ping put the wine glass away, sighed and continued, "Unfortunately, I'm afraid I'm going to go against the precepts of my ancestors this time."

Li Si's heart was relieved in an instant, he stood up abruptly, grasped Zhang Ping's hand, and asked in surprise: "The Prime Minister's statement is true?"

Looking up at Li Si in front of him, his brows and eyes were full of joy, but all of this was just for Han Fei.

Zhang Ping's eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment of silence, Zhang Ping said again: "I have one more condition."

"Prime Minister, please tell me that as long as Si can do it, he will definitely die!" Li Si said hastily.

"There's no need to die, it's just that my wife died young, and my son Zhang Liang has never been taught. I want to ask Prince Fu to be my son's teacher, and together with me, I can train him to be a great talent not inferior to Han Fei."

"Okay! Si must try his best to cultivate the young master into a talent,"

"Let's high-five for a date." Zhang Ping raised his palms, and after Yu Li Si clapped his hands, a smile appeared on Zhang Ping's face, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be stained with a smile, making that face even more beautiful.

Looking at Zhang Ping's face in a daze, Li Si suddenly came up with such a sentence in his mind: the beauty of the peach is shining brightly.

This prime minister, who is more beautiful than a woman, can only be described in this sentence.

The author has something to say: It has been decided to change it to NP. In addition to the senior brother and Ying Zheng, there are also the stupid prince Han An, the beautiful colleague Zhang Ping, the loyal dog general Meng Tian, ​​the lobbyist Yao Jia, and maybe Lai Ai...

Forgot to mention, the real attack is the first two, and whether the rest can be cannon fodder depends on the development of the plot and the author's mood, that's it!