Chapter 1249 You Are Too Young to Fight with Me!

Jia Wuqun stood up, speechless, and thanked him by bowing repeatedly.

He knew very well that for Nanzhou, direct silence was the safest way. Taking the Prime Minister and others away would be a considerable risk. What if they were discovered while hiding? How could silence be safe?

Niu Youdao comforted him: "Sir, you don't have to be like this. I have already told you in the letter that the Prime Minister's letter will be delivered here. Seeing the Prime Minister's letter, Sir, you will feel at ease."

Jia Wuqun bowed and thanked him again, with a truly grateful expression on his face.

After Jia Wuqun retreated, Yuan Cong asked: "Did you really send someone to silence him?"

Niu Youdao looked around, and said with a low and wry smile: "Master, once Nanzhou is exposed, Piao Miao Pavilion will continue to investigate, and then the Zijin Cave will be implicated. I don't know how many people will die to fill this hole."

Yuan Cong: "Then you still agree to let Zi Pingxiu go?"

Niu Youdao sighed: "It stands to reason that when Piaomiao Pavilion discovers that a person is missing, it will immediately trace it, but there has been no movement so far. It is really possible that this matter is a private action of some people in Piaomiao Pavilion... So, I am also betting! Hope! It was too late when the letter arrived at the Song State. If Piaomiao Pavilion had taken action... the Song State might have already taken action, and it would be too late for the letter to be sent out."

Yuan Cong was silent for a moment, "I'm the one who got you into trouble this time."

Niu Youdao waved his hands hastily, "This is none of Master's business. No one expected that Shao Pingbo would actually collude with the people from Piaomiao Pavilion. In addition, the other party saw Master's true face, so Master had to take action."

Yuan Cong suddenly hesitated and said, "Do you really have to get rid of Shao Pingbo?"

Niu Youdao: "This person is not a good person to begin with. He has a deep grudge against me. Now he has colluded with Piaomiao Pavilion, making him even more dangerous. If we don't get rid of him, he will definitely regard the Nanzhou forces as an obstacle in the future!"

Yuan Cong: "In that case, why not try to lure him out? As long as you show up, I will personally assassinate him and help you get rid of him."

Niu Youdao shook his head: "I don't know how many people are protecting him overtly or covertly. Can Master guarantee that all witnesses will be silenced? Even if one escapes, it will be a big trouble. We have already alerted the enemy, and the risk is even greater!"

Yuan Cong was silent.

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Under the starry sky at night, in a clean farmhouse at the foot of the mountain, Shao Pingbo faced a piece of paper on the wall under the light.

On the paper, with the name "Hu Yan Wuhen" as the center, various dense relationship diagrams of characters appeared around it. He stared at it, examined it, and pondered.

Shao Sansheng pushed open the door and walked in with a piece of news in his hand. He walked up to him and, after much hesitation, reported: "Young Master, the people in the court have begun to take revenge."

Shao Pingbo slowly turned back, reached for the paper, looked at the content on the paper, his eyes widened for a moment, then his cheeks bulged, and he coughed violently. He couldn't hold back the cough, so he covered his mouth and coughed. .

Shao Sansheng was startled and quickly helped him. He immediately turned around and shouted: "Come here, come here!"

Two people quickly rushed in from outside the door, and one person asked urgently: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Shao Pingbo's face was a mixture of red and white, which combined with the gray on his temples under the light, gave people an indescribable feeling.

He tried hard not to cough, raised his hand and waved, "I'm fine."

But there was already red blood on the palm of his hand.

Coughing up blood? The two monks were startled and quickly helped him check and treat his pulse. Later, they quickly took out the elixir and put it into his mouth. At the same time, they cast spells to help him straighten his breath.

After confirming that everything was fine, the two monks stepped back and warned, "Sir, your body needs to rest due to its current condition. It is not advisable to work too hard, otherwise you will easily get angry."

Shao Sansheng nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood. He didn't need to tell him to know that when he was in Beizhou, the group of monks at Dachan Mountain had explained this repeatedly.

There was no one else around, and Shao Pingbo, who had closed his eyes for a while under the light, opened his eyes, with a hint of anger in his eyes, "Old Shao, get ready and go back to Beijing!"

"This..." Shao Sansheng was startled, "My eldest son, you left the capital to avoid their revenge. You are going back in a few days. They are on the verge of revenge, so it may not be appropriate to go back."

Shao Pingbo said angrily: "Some things can be big or small, ranging from being demoted to being beheaded. Using the excuse of war, those rebellious officials and traitors must be dealt with severely. If I don't go back to deal with it, Beizhou's None of those students can survive...cough cough...cough cough..." In anger, he coughed heartbreakingly again.

"Come here, come here!" Shao Sansheng, who was supporting him, shouted again.

The monk flashed in again and cast another spell to straighten his breath...

The sun was rising, and Tai Shuxiong had just returned to the royal study to sit down after the morning meeting. Tao Lue, who heard a few whispers from the young eunuch at the door, turned around and went in to report Shao Pingbo's situation.

"Coughing up blood again?" Tai Shuxiong said in surprise: "I've never seen him behave like this before. What's going on? If this continues, will the lonely king still dare to send a message to him?"

Tao Lue: "It was precisely because of his physical discomfort that Master Shao said he wanted to return to Beijing to recuperate."

Tai Shuxiong frowned, "Are you really going back to Beijing to recuperate? He's not coming back to fight with those bastards, is he? He has already made a big fuss once, and if he does it again, even the lonely king can't bear it. The lonely king admits that he has the ability. , but now that the war is going on, the two sides are still going back and forth, are they really going to delay the war, and do they really think that the lonely king dare not kill their heads?"

Tao Lue probed: "Prevent him from coming back?"

Tai Shuxiong: "He is either vomiting blood or coughing up blood. What can he do if he stays on the front line? He wants to come back to recuperate. What can the lonely king say? He can come back. He is back. You personally warn him not to do anything else. Let Heishuitai see it. Stop him and don't let him move rashly!"

"Yes!" Tao Lue agreed.

In fact, Shao Pingbo had already stood up not long after the news of Blackwater Tower came out, and he really couldn't afford to delay.

Not long after he learned the news here, Shao Pingbo had arrived in the capital. There was no trouble, and he went to apologize!

The first one to visit was the residence of Zhao Gongquan, the internal historian. The gate of Zhao's residence was hung in white, obviously due to a funeral.

At first, he couldn't even get through the door. After repeatedly expressing his sincerity, he got through the door, but was left out in the courtyard.

After letting the visitor stand for more than an hour, Mr. Zhao, who was silently standing in front of a row of oil lamp and incense tables, confirmed that the visitor came with a request and sneered.

The butler then showed up, greeted him lukewarmly, and asked Shao Pingbo and his party to follow him.

The people were taken to a small courtyard on one side, but others were stopped by guards at the entrance of the small courtyard. The guards warned: "Monks are not allowed to enter!"

One of the two accompanying guards showed his token, "Heishuitai, under His Majesty's order, I will protect Master Shao. No one can obstruct me!"

"So what about Blackwater Terrace?" A cold snort came from the main hall in the small courtyard. A person walked out of the hall. It was Zhao Gongquan, standing on the steps with his hands behind his hands, and shouted angrily: "This is my private residence, this is Can you break into the mourning hall of my son’s son, Blackwater Tower? If you have the ability, go ask His Majesty for an order and see if His Majesty will agree!"

Shao Pingbo took a deep breath, turned around, raised his hand to signal the two of them to stay outside, and then led Shao Sansheng forward.

At the bottom of the steps, Shao Pingbo bowed his hands and saluted, "Master Zhao!"

Zhao Gongquan ignored it at all and turned around and entered the mourning hall.

Shao Pingbo looked at the hangings around him, and finally stepped into the mourning hall. He saw Zhao Gongquan standing with his hands behind his back in front of a row of oil lamps, and also saw a new tablet enshrined on a row of oil lamps. The name on the memorial tablet was exactly the same. It's Zhao Yujun.

After Shao Pingbo stood still, he handed over his hand again: "Master Zhao!"

Zhao Gongquan, who had his back turned, snorted coldly, "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Mr. Shao. I have seen Mr. Shao's majesty and dignity, so I don't dare to take it for granted!"

Shao Pingbo: "Sir, please calm down. I know I was wrong."

Zhao Gongquan: "You are a dignified governor of Beizhou. Your rank is not lower than mine. You are young and promising. I can't stand the word 'lower official'! Alas, the reception was not good, but you have also seen that this place is deserted. Zhao Mansion Everyone was frightened, not even one person came to kowtow and kneel down. As an old man, I can’t kneel down to my son!”

As soon as these words came out, Shao Sansheng stared with anger in his eyes.

Shao Pingbo was silent for a moment, then finally shook the hem of his gown with both hands and slowly knelt down facing the memorial tablet.

"Young Master!" Shao Sansheng was startled and was about to reach out to stop him. Shao Pingbo raised his hand to stop him and knelt down.

Zhao Gongquan turned his head and glanced, then turned around and said in surprise: "Master Shao, why do you do this great gift?"

Shao Pingbo: "The fault lies with me. I am here to apologize sincerely."

"Oh! Just admit your mistake." Zhao Gongquan nodded, turned his head to look at his son's memorial tablet, and sighed: "My son has been smart since he was a child. He can recite the "Encyclopedia of Surnames" at the age of five, and can compose poems at the age of eight. I had high hopes for him, but unexpectedly he suffered a sudden misfortune. My heart aches so deeply that my heart is piercing my heart. Mr. Shao, how do you think this account should be settled?"

Shao Pingbo: "How does Mr. Zhao want to calculate it?"

Zhao Gongquan turned around suddenly, thinking of his son's death, he was so angry that he suddenly waved his sleeve and slapped him, bang! A loud and clear slap landed on Shao Pingbo's face.

Shao Pingbo was shaken by the beating and was almost knocked to the ground by surprise.

"Young Master!" Shao Sansheng was shocked and wanted to protect the Lord, "My Young Master is an official of the imperial court, how dare you..."

Shao Pingbo grabbed his clothes, and Shao Sansheng was unwilling to give in. "Young Master, he..."

Shao Pingbo shouted: "Kneel down!"

"The eldest son..."

"Kneel down too!"

Shao Sansheng could only grit his teeth and endure it. After stepping aside, he slowly knelt down.

Snapped! Zhao Gongquan suddenly slapped Shao Pingbo again in the face. Two slap marks were clearly visible on Shao Pingbo's cheek, and blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.

"Who do you think you are?" Zhao Gongquan pointed at Shao Pingbo and angrily yelled, "You are just a lost dog, an outsider. When will it be your turn to run wild in the Jin capital? You are too young to fight with me!"

Shao Pingbo said calmly: "Mr. Zhao, I apologized. You hit me and scolded me. I am here to resolve this matter sincerely."

"What were you doing so early?" Zhao Gongquan was furious. He grabbed the tea cup on the incense table and smashed it with a wave of his hand, hitting Shao Pingbo directly on the head.

Bang! The teacup shattered, tea splashed all over Shao Pingbo's face, and a stream of bright red blood instantly flowed down his face.

"Young Master!" Shao Sansheng exclaimed, about to get up.

Shao Pingbo, whose head was buzzing and his eyes were a little blurry, shook his head vigorously and shouted angrily: "Kneel down!"

"Young Master..." Shao Sansheng looked sad and angry, knelt down and cried too, tightening his lips to try not to cry out.

PS: Thanks to "Zhengzhou Binge" for the silver reward.