Kneeling for a Monthly Ticket: Accept Nansheng, Kill An Xing13
Lu Zheng was too hasty in agreeing to An Min.
He originally wanted to smooth out An Min's arrogance and bad habits as a nobleman before agreeing to become an official.
A protagonist who is obedient and relies on himself is much better than a fool who likes to pretend to be smart and is full of problems.
As a result, the plan cannot keep up with the rapid changes.
One is that the situation does not allow any further delay, and the other is that An Xing's acting talent is full.
Now, Lu Zheng has tasted the bitter fruit.
Since the fall of the four tribes of the Southern Man, under the advice of Lu Zheng and others, An Hao ambushed the various allied forces, took in their troops and ruled the land, and suddenly expanded several times. The swelling was too much, and An Jing floated into the sky, and the family blood in his bones began to attack.
Because Hua Yuan spends most of his time making suggestions, while Lu Zheng is dealing with internal affairs, he doesn't have as many chances to show his face. Over time, An Jing doesn't think much of Lu Zheng, who once helped him, and even thinks that this person is a bit of an eyesore. dispensable.
Lu Zheng's ancestral home was in Dongqing, and he agreed to become an official because of An Jing's urging. His ancestors came from Orion and were born in poverty.
Huayuan's ancestral home was in Nansheng Ningzhou. After being a standard gentry, even if he experienced ups and downs and his family property was taken away by his uncle and aunt, he was still a gentry. Hua Yuan still took the initiative to join An Jing, his ideas, interests, and positions were all highly consistent with An Jing, such as massacring the four innocent tribes of the Nanman, such as destroying the Nanman blood in the belly of a pregnant woman... They have a common enemy and are more likely to resonate .
On the other hand, Lu Zheng, Lu Zheng opposed the slaughter of southern barbarian captives by An Xing more than once.
Thinking of the friendship between the two who have shared weal and woe, once or twice is no problem, but Lu Zheng gets in the way too many times, will An Jing have any grudges?
Lu Zheng knew all these reasons, but there were some things that he knew he couldn't do, but he had to do it.
If everyone doesn't even have the courage to tell the truth for the sake of flattery and self-protection, what else is left in this world?
Shutong and Lu Zheng were of one mind, seeing his husband in such a situation, he was quite worried.
Seeing this, Lu Zheng laughed and said, "Why are you so worried?"
The book boy said, "Aren't you worried that Mr. will lose money, little one?"
Lu Zhengdao, "Where did you read the books I usually teach you? I don't know what is meant by 'a gentleman is for the confidant, and a woman is for the one who pleases herself'?" Repay it. If you treat me like nothing, I... hum!"
Such is Lu Zheng's temperament.
In the previous life, he defended the city for the old lord, fought to the end, and finally jumped off the city wall with curses on Jiang Pengji, resisting with death, that was because the old lord was worth Lu Zheng's life. Today's An Xing and Lu Zheng are not compatible, and An Xing can't make Lu Zheng work so hard for him.
Lu Zheng only did his best, and it would be best for An Min to listen to advice, and if he didn't want to, he would listen or not, and he would be dragged down if he didn't listen.
The book boy was dumbfounded, and Lu Zheng said angrily, "The head on your husband's neck is precious."
"Oh oh oh, little one understands."
Seeing that the book boy was busy, Lu Zheng felt a little helpless and heavy in his heart, his brows were still tightly knit.
Lu Zheng's mood at the moment is a bit subtle. From the words of the audience in the live broadcast room, An Hao is like the account he has worked so hard to practice from the whiteboard to the full level. Cool appearance, but the character was snatched by the guy with the same number.
Lu Zheng is depressed but depressed, but his relationship with this account is not that deep, so naturally there is no "you must be the king" situation.
Big deal, he will practice another size, or receive a finished tuba!
The words are divided into two parts, An Jing is not calm here,
Jiang Pengji's side was very harmonious.
In order to show her solemnity, Jiang Pengji put a lot of effort into her attire, and Wei Ci pulled her out of the warm bed early on.
"If my lord is tired, close your eyes and rest for a while."
Wei Ci whispered in her ear softly, and Jiang Pengji half-closed her eyes, and answered vaguely.
"By the way... if I become the throne in the future, I will have to get up so early every day, so tired?"
Wei Ci said, "There will be a Great Dynasty and a Chang Dynasty. The Great Dynasty will be worshiped by all officials in the main hall every New Year's Day, Winter Solstice and His Majesty's birthday. The Chang Dynasty is more casual and the time is more flexible. If the lord If you feel sleepy, the time should be set later."
The Grand Court will naturally be fully armed, and the attire must be full of royal dignity.
The regular court is more casual, and the clothes are more casual, and it is impossible to spend one or half an hour every day on dressing up.
How can there be so much effort to waste.
Jiang Pengji said, "Hearing what you said, I feel much relieved."
Wei Ci smiled and said, "My lord is starting to worry about the days after he ascends the throne?"
Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "Isn't it because I'm afraid that I get up too early and spend too little time pestering you?"
Wei Ci held back for a long time and choked out four words, "Be cautious in your words and deeds!"
A good mood for a day starts with tune,,/player filial piety.
Jiang Pengji slept very soundly last night, but Yang Tao and the others could not sleep, staying up intermittently until dawn.
When the two parties met, Jiang Pengji sized Yang Tao up and down, and confirmed one thing again - this really is a world of faces.
Almost none of the leaders of the princes was ugly, and their appearance was above the average line, and Yang Tao even passed the 90-point mark.
Didn't you see that group of salted fish in the live broadcast room are all screaming?
Their eyes have seen thousands of sails, and they have never seen anything like Yanshouhuanfei, but anyone who can make them pick up their true feelings is a real beauty. Yang Tao's appearance can withstand their pickiness like a magnifying glass, he is definitely a natural handsome guy!
Yang Tao is good-looking, and the people behind Yang Tao also have their own merits.
[Smuggled into Africa]: Tsk, it's not like an official occasion to accept Yang Tao's surrender, more like the anchor is drafting a male.
[Qingfeng Wangyue]: Hahaha, it really sounds like this, isn't that kind and beautiful woman the queen of the palace?
The salted fish were laughing and joking, but Jiang Pengji couldn't be so casual.
Back then, she used the oath of alliance to recruit Huang Song, which completely reassured Huang Song and the old team. Now she recruited Yang Tao, so naturally she couldn't be sloppy.
No matter how extravagant the oral speech is, it is not as good as a black word on a white paper.
Today it is said that Yang Tao's surrender is accepted, and the theme is still to discuss and negotiate the content of the oath.
Although Yang Tao was defeated and surrendered, Jiang Pengji did not embarrass or humiliate her. Instead, she showed full sincerity, and even personally thanked Yang Tao for leading the troops to repel the enemy army that invaded Nansheng and keep the city. She did not mention Yan Lin at all. Wait for someone to move something inside.
Yang Si who was sitting at the bottom was not very happy.
But when he thought that the lord was partial to him, he stopped arguing with Yan Lin and the others.
Jiang Pengji showed her sincerity, and Yang Tao naturally didn't know good from bad, so the overall atmosphere was quite harmonious.
When the conversation was almost over, Jiang Pengji suddenly made a request that was beyond everyone's expectations, but within Wei Ci's expectations.