Chapter 1227 Song Palace, Meet the Old Housekeeper!

Chapter 1227

In just a moment, a tall, burly and imposing leader of the guards came out from the inside with big strides. His steps were heavy, and every step seemed to have a mighty force. The man first looked at Wang Chong suspiciously, and quickly said:

"Your Highness is not here, King of Foreign Lands, please go back!"

The voice of the head of the guards was crisp and clear. After saying this, he immediately made a gesture of seeing off the guests.

"Not here? Where did you go?"

Wang Chong asked.

King Song never left the capital, and the capital is so big, it is impossible to go anywhere.

"I don't know about this, anyway, His Highness is not here, please go back!"

The head of the guards looked indifferent.

"In that case, let me meet the old housekeeper!"

Wang Chong said.

"Please go back!"

The leader of the guards led the way, but this time he was much tougher.

But this time Wang Chong didn't argue any more, instead he took a step forward and headed straight for Song Palace.

"stop!"

Seeing this scene, everyone suddenly changed color. The spears in the hands of the two guards swung across and quickly pointed at Wang Chong. The leader of the guards also turned cold and blocked Wang Chong's way. But the next moment, when they saw the thing in Wang Chong's hand, everyone's expression changed instantly.

"Song King Token!"

One of the guards couldn't help but change color.

What Wang Chong suddenly took out from his bosom was nothing but a token given to Wang Chong by King Song during the Southwest War.

"Let's all back away."

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

"Master Butler."

Hearing that voice, everyone stepped back in an instant. At the same time, Wang Chong raised his head and crossed many spaces. Just in front of the opened gate of Prince Song's Mansion, a familiar figure in a black robe stood on the top of the steps.

I haven't seen you for more than half a year. The old butler is as tough as before, but there is a vicissitudes of life on his brows. Standing above, the old butler finally speaks slowly:

"Wang Chong, come in."

This time, no one stopped Wang Chong, and even the other guards who sensed the commotion at the gate in the distance retreated one after another. Wang Chong walked through the entire mansion, stepped up the high steps step by step, and finally stopped in front of the old housekeeper.

"Old butler, long time no see!"

Wang Chong bowed respectfully, just like the first time he saw the old housekeeper.

"You really haven't changed at all."

A smile finally appeared on the old housekeeper's preoccupied face. Shibie three days should be admired, the current Wang Chong has far surpassed him in terms of martial arts, strength, and status. But he is still as humble and polite as before, which is also the place where the old housekeeper feels gratified.

"I heard that you have returned to Beijing, so I expected you to come, come with me!"

The old butler glanced at Wang Chong, then quickly turned around and walked towards the hall. Wang Chong followed closely behind and walked in.

The hall was quiet, as if entering another world.

The old butler sat down in the hall, picked up an exquisite teapot on the table, and poured a cup for Wang Chong and himself. Wang Chong glanced at it. The tea in the teacup was still hot and steaming. Obviously, he had expected it.

Wang Chong was silent for a moment, and sat down beside the old housekeeper.

"Wang Chong, I know you must have a lot of doubts in your heart, but the guards at the gate didn't lie to you. King Song is indeed not here now."

The old butler put the teapot back on the table and said slowly.

Hearing these words, Wang Chong didn't say anything, but his brows moved slightly. He looked into the old butler's eyes. The old butler's expression was as usual, just like when Wang Chong first saw him. At that moment, Wang Chong knew immediately that the old butler was not lying.

"Where did King Song go?"

It seemed only for a moment, and it seemed that countless long centuries had passed. Wang Chong took a sip of the tea in his cup, and suddenly said.

"I can't answer you either, but His Highness does have something to do."

The old housekeeper said softly:

"That matter... His Highness is actually more confused than you, and he is even more unwilling to pass such a resolution. Your Highness is a consistent advocate of the war faction in the court. No matter it is you, Jiu Gong, or your father, everyone All understand that."

"But why have I sent so many letters to the King of Song, but there has never been a single reply. Tell me, what happened? If the King of Song also has unavoidable difficulties, then tell me, what is he afraid of?"

Wang Chong said in a deep voice.

This time, the old butler didn't speak, but picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup slowly. The tea in the pot collided with the porcelain cup, making a burst of clanging sound. In the incomparable silence, the old butler finally spoke again:

"Wang Chong, His Highness also has His Highness's difficulties. I can only tell you that His Highness will definitely give you an answer in a few days, but before that, His Highness needs to figure out one thing! Until then,...he To answer all your questions!"

In the last sentence, the old housekeeper looked at Wang Chong with extremely deep eyes.

Wang Chong looked at the old butler, fell into a long silence, and realized something in his heart.

"Understood!"

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Wang Chong flicked his sleeves slightly, finally stood up, and then walked out quickly.

"Wang Chong, don't you ask about what happened that day?"

This time it was the old housekeeper's turn to be surprised.

"No need!"

Wang Chong's voice echoed in the hall, and before the voice fell, he had already walked out of the hall.

Outside the hall, the sun was shining, and the spring breeze was blowing on his face, reflecting the disorder in Wang Chong's eyes. Until the end, Wang Chong still failed to meet King Song, nor did he get the answer he wanted. But, no matter what, Song Wang sent the old housekeeper to tell himself that he would give himself an answer in a few days, and finally he had an explanation.

"Rolls!"

Outside the street, there was a turbulent flow of people. Wang Chong thought for a moment, and was walking towards his own direction when he suddenly heard a strange voice:

"My lord, do you want to take a ride?"

"No need."

Without even thinking about it, Wang Chong continued to walk forward, but soon heard a sentence in his ears:

"But didn't your lord have already promised my master that the dragon and the tiger will meet and have a drink?"

"Buzz!"

Wang Chong's face changed slightly, and he turned his head abruptly. At first glance, Wang Chong saw the coachman in the carriage, wearing a hat with the brim of the blue hat pressed down so low that he couldn't see his face. He was sitting in front, driving a simple and plain carriage. Any outstanding features are almost exactly the same as the carriage rented by Jingzhong Business Hotel. However, when his eyes glanced at a special mark on the wheel, the corners of Wang Chong's brows could not help but twitch slightly.

"Then give me a ride!"

Wang Chong quickly returned to normal, flicking his sleeves, he stepped up.

"drive!"

Without saying a word, the coachman drove the carriage and quickly merged into the turbulent flow of people, mixing with other carriages in the capital. Walking all the way through the streets and alleys, going back and forth, after walking for half an hour, I arrived at the Minister of Military Affairs.

As soon as Wang Chong got out of the carriage, people from the Minister's Mansion of the Ministry of War quickly stepped forward, covered Wang Chong, surrounded him and quickly entered the mansion. And the carriage on the street only stopped for a while, then went on the road again, going around in circles in the entire capital.

"Boom!"

Just after Wang Chong stepped into the hall, there was a bang behind him, and the door was closed tightly. At the same time, many candles lit up on the walls of the hall, and the entire Ministry of War Shangshu Mansion seemed to be facing an enemy. Wang Chong watched all this silently, his face didn't change at all, but his heart skipped a beat, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Master Zhangchou!"

Wang Chong yelled, quickly raised his head, and walked towards the familiar figure like a mountain in front of him.

Just across from Wang Chong, there was a figure in casual clothes, standing with both hands, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Wang Chong, you are finally here."

Seeing Wang Chong, Zhangchou Jianqiong let out a long sigh of relief, and he seemed much more relaxed.

"My lord Zhangchou, has the situation in central Beijing become so serious? With my lord's status as Minister of War, I need to be so secretive."

Wang Chong opened his mouth and walked over.

If he didn't know, who would believe that Zhangchou Jianqiong, one of the most powerful Zhangchou Jianqiong, the Shangshu of the Ministry of War of the Tang Dynasty, who controls the mobilization of soldiers and horses in the world, would use a note to convey some news to himself at the gate of the city? a secret way. Not only that, including the carriage when they came, it was also prepared by Zhangchou Jianqiong. The level of security in the entire Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of War does not look like the mansion of an imperial court official, but more like a frontier battle.

"Wang Chong, if you had witnessed the changes in the capital like me, you wouldn't say that. It's an eventful time now, and the court is completely different from what you used to know."

Zhangchou Jianqiong sighed, then pointed, and the two sat down on both sides of a black sandalwood table.

There was no one in the hall, not even the serving maids and servants. Zhangchou Jianqiong picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup for Wang Chong and himself, then picked up the teacup, took a sip, and looked Sad look.

Wang Chong sat down and glanced at Zhangchou Jianqiong's profile.

After not seeing him for more than half a year, Zhangchou Jianqiong looked obviously much older, with many wrinkles around his eyes and face, and he looked preoccupied. Zhangchou Jianqiong is a top martial artist who has already reached the peak of the Holy Martial Realm, the level of a general of the empire. For a character of this level, Wang Chong can hardly believe what happened to make him change in such a short time. so old.

"My lord Zhangchou, what happened that day? Why did the court become like this? The Ministry of War is the core of the world's soldiers and horses. Any movement related to soldiers and horses, including appointments, can never bypass the Ministry of War. It is impossible for them to bypass the Ministry of War. But you made that order directly, so my lord, I can only find you!"

Hearing Wang Chong's words, a long sigh sounded in the hall:

"It seems that Wang Gen should have told you something."

Zhangchou Jianqiong looked complicated:

"You are right. It is indeed impossible for any troop transfer to bypass me. I am indeed an insider of what happened on the field that day, but you are wrong about one thing. I only know part of the situation in the court."

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