Chapter 320

Xu Zhifu, Yang Ming and Xia Shang, who were standing nearby, raised their eyes to glance at Zhou Zhiliang, exchanged glances with each other, raised their brows slightly, and lowered their eyelids silently.

Only Li Shu seemed to be aloof from the incident, and his eyes almost never moved towards Zhou Zhiliang except when he came in.

Two "good" sounds came into his ears, and doubts arose in Zhou Zhi's conscience. The fingers of both hands in the sleeves were slightly bent, and the numbness and pain in both feet went straight to the top of the head, and the calm expression showed slight waves.

Could it be that the emperor saw something was wrong? Once this idea emerged, it grew wildly and continued to invade.

He clenched his sleeves with both hands and exhaled in an attempt to relieve his uneasiness.

At this time, Yuan Zhuo suddenly stopped and asked an incomprehensible question sideways, "Shilang Zhou, what do you think of the timing?"

The question is whether it is good or bad to send troops now.

Done! Zhou Zhiliang breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, his slightly trembling body instantly stabilized, the uneasiness in his heart disappeared, and the majestic pride swept over him.

"Not good." Zhou Zhiliang cherished his words like gold.

Yuan Zhuo then asked: "Why is it bad?"

"Trails of rats and foxes."

Yuan Zhuo turned around and looked at him in surprise, with a smile on his face. Originally I just wanted to test it out, but I didn't expect that he could really see through what I meant.

What a surprise.

After sitting down again, Yuan Zhuo tapped the success report on the desk with his finger. After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand and said, "Go back and draw up the votes. Just follow what Zhou Shilang said."

The four pavilion elders bowed their hands and said, "I will take my leave."

Now that the dust has settled, it seems that it will be a matter of time for Zhou Zhiliang to join the cabinet. Fortunately, they had also made psychological preparations and were not so shocked. Only when Professor Li was walking, a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes.

After sending the four people away, Yuan Zhuo smiled and ordered, "Big companion, bring a stool to Minister Zhou. After standing for so long, my feet are numb."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After he sat down, Yuan Zhuo stroked his beard and said lightly: "It's just you and me now. Let's talk about it. How much can you tell?"

"I'm just guessing."

Now that he understood what the emperor meant, Zhou Zhiliang answered faster and more skillfully, requiring almost no time to think.

"Just say what you are told." Yuan Zhuo's tone was slightly reproachful, but if he listened carefully, it sounded more like urging.

A little slow, Zhou Zhiliang said cautiously: "Wei ministers are bold. How wise is the emperor? He will not allocate funds to Hexi just because Hexi is fighting with the Hu people, but it will be a slow-down strategy. The purpose is to stabilize Liu Huan Zhou and stabilize Hexi so that he can drag Live with the barbarians to give the border troops some breathing space.”

Yuan Zhuo said with satisfaction: "Go on."

Zhou Zhiliang understood the principle of enough is enough. It was pretty much the same at this point, and it would be inappropriate to say more.

So he stood up and apologized: "Your Majesty, I am stupid and can only understand this."

Yuan Zhuo smiled, whether he could see it or not, he didn't care. In his opinion, being smart and capable is secondary, the most important thing is being obedient.

The Zhou Zhiliang in front of him did have good vision, but he didn't know whether he would listen or not. So he stopped asking and gently waved his hand and said: "Go down, I will remember your success."

Zhou Zhiliang did not hesitate and bowed before leaving.

As he walked away, Yuan Zhuo raised his eyebrows and asked Eunuch Feng, "Daban, what do you think of this person?"

"You can't tell yet." Eunuch Feng answered perfectly.

Yuan Zhuo said: "Then let's take another look. You can't be careless about hiring people, especially at this time."

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, he ordered: "I'm tired. When the cabinet sends the votes, you can wear red."

"Slave understands."

…

In Bianzhou City, Zhao walked out of the prefect's Yamen in the drizzle.

He just learned about the dispatch of troops to Hexi. It has been almost ten days. This efficiency is not normal. Moreover, when Xuanwu Suzaku and White Tiger heard this, they were even more surprised than him, and they were obviously equally unclear.

This is strange. He can understand it if he hides it from himself, but he can't explain it to his family members. So there is only one possibility. Jin Yiwei did not receive the news in advance at all, or even did not receive the news in time.

"What do you mean the eyeliners are all over the world? Oh, it's no better than being blind with your eyes open!" Zhao complained as he walked forward holding an umbrella.

After walking a few streets, he accidentally turned his head and saw someone carrying things to the boat in the rain on the river bank. He knew the person directing next to him.

A grain merchant named He.

"Hey! Are you carrying food in the rain? Aren't you afraid of getting wet?" He was a little confused.

When I think that I have nothing important to do, I simply stop and take a look, solving my doubts and killing time at the same time.

Behind him, Suzaku came over holding an umbrella, patted his shoulder and asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"

"There are people moving grain by the river. If you have nothing to do, just take a look."

Suzaku tilted his head and said in surprise: "Moving food on a rainy day? Did you see it wrong? That's not food, right?"

"Why don't we go over and ask and we'll find out?"

Just do it, the two walked over one after the other. Zhao pointed to the boat on the river and asked, "Master He, is there food on the boat?"

Naturally, he would not look good when being disturbed. The head of the He family turned around angrily, and when he saw the face of the visitor, he instantly became full of smiles and replied: "Master Zhao, there is indeed food on the ship. I am in the food business, little old man. "

"It's still raining."

The head of the He family understood Zhao Jiu's doubts and waved his hand helplessly, "Hey, I'm in a hurry. There's nothing I can do about it."

That's it. Zhao held his chin and nodded to express understanding. Then he asked: "Where is the buyer?"

"Capital."

Although Zhao felt strange, he didn't say much. After watching for a while, he pulled Suzaku towards the inn.

Walking back to the post station in the rain, the shoes of both of them were more or less wet, so they simply went back to their rooms. When they walked into their own room, Zhao Jue felt something was wrong as soon as he closed the door. He always felt that there was someone in the room.

He simply did not take off his shoes and walked in quietly. Before he took two steps out, a cold voice came: "Don't be so cautious, if you want to kill you, you would have done it a long time ago."

The voice sounded very familiar, Zhao Jue turned around and saw that it was Wangshu.

"Oh, an acquaintance!" Zhao Jue breathed a sigh of relief and casually pulled over a chair to sit down.

Smiling, he asked: "What's the matter? I declare in advance: I don't have a single pill left, but we can talk about the rest."

Wangshu was not in a hurry to speak, and silently pulled a chair to sit opposite Zhao Jue. The two stared at each other, neither of them wanted to speak.

Seeing that she had no desire to talk, Zhao did not intend to wait, first took off his shoes that were almost wet, then lit the stove to boil water and make tea, and then busy himself with the things at hand.

Just as she picked up the teacup, Wangshu's cold voice came from behind, "Make me a cup too."

"Do it yourself, and you will have enough food and clothing. However, Ding is Ding, Mao is Mao, and you must pay for the tea!" Zhao Ju refused without thinking.

Wangshu immediately retracted his outstretched hand, frowned and sighed, "You are not willing to give up a cup of tea?"

Zhao Ju ignored him and asked with a sullen face, "If you have something to say, say it. If you don't, get out. This is not an inn."

"I want to ask you to help me kill someone, don't know..."

Before she finished speaking, the tea was already placed beside her. Zhao Ju's unhappiness had disappeared, replaced by gentleness and friendliness. With a warm smile on his face, he raised his hand to signal.

"Drink tea, drink tea."

"It's just a favor, no invitation or no invitation."