The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 8: Chang'an is not Chang'an (2)

Wang Mang slowly walked to the window, listened carefully to the scream, then sneered, turned his face and looked at Mu'er:

"It's really interesting that there are foxes in this very good city of Chang'an."

Mu'er listened for a while and laughed: "Wei... it seems that he hasn't given up yet."

"Han Zhuo."

Accompanied by Wang Mang's soft call, a black figure suddenly appeared silently from the darkness and appeared in the study.

Four years have passed, and the boy at that time has grown into a young man.

Without Wang Mang's instructions, Han Zhuo had already jumped through the window and disappeared into the night like a ghost.

The fox screams outside stopped abruptly, and then a short scream came, which soon disappeared into the night sky, and the long night returned to tranquility.

The sound of footsteps sounded from the downstairs, which was the sound of dragging heavy objects.

"I didn't expect that it would be so late, there would be customers."

Wang Mang smiled quietly, took off a pot of wine from the shelf beside him, and two wine lords sat back in front of the desk, waved to Mu'er: "Come on, sit down. Come and welcome our fox guests."

The door was pushed open, and Han Zhuo bowed expressionlessly and dragged a person into the study.

The man in his early thirties was dragged behind him. His arms were twisted in strange ways, and he made painful whimpers from his throat, but he could not say a word. He was dressed gorgeously, had short beards under his jaw, and a jade pendant with good quality hanged around his waist. It seemed that he had a very good status on weekdays.

But at this moment, he was dragged into the room and saw Wang Mang, his body suddenly shrank, as if he was stabbed by a needle. His eyes were filled with fear, and he made a sound in his mouth, constantly kicking his legs, trying to retreat.

But he couldn't retreat. Han Zhuo grabbed his hair and pressed it in front of Wang Mang, staring at him with expressionless eyes from a high point.

"Lu Kuan, Lu Kuan..."

Wang Mang looked up and down at the man who was dragged into the study by Han Zhuo like a dead dog, smiled, picked up the wine pot, and happily filled the two wine jackpots in front of him: "As for this, you are my daughter-in-law's brother, and you can also be considered my nephew. Why don't you come to visit during the day, but instead run to my house sneakily in the middle of the night? Han Zhuo."

Wang Mang's last words were said to Han Zhuo.

Upon hearing this, Han Zhuo stretched out his hand and pushed Lu Kuan's chin, closing the removed joint. However, his hands, which were also dislocated, did not take it.

Wang Mang pushed a glass of wine to Mu'er, picked up another glass himself, took a sip: "Tell me, what are you doing?"

Lu Kuan's face was ashes. Although his chin had been closed, he still said nothing, and just lowered his head and stared at the ground. However, his body trembled involuntarily.

Wang Mang sneered, raised his head and looked at Han Zhuo, signaling him to report.

"He splashed blood at the gate." Han Zhuo replied expressionlessly, then thought for a while and added: "I have tasted it, it's a dog."

Mu'er looked at Han Zhuo with a look of surprise in her eyes, but she just sat there without saying a word.

"Splashing blood..." Wang Mang leaned forward, leaned forward in front of Lu Kuan, and smiled: "What, am I an evil thing?"

Lu Kuan gritted his teeth tightly, lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

"In the middle of the night, I learned to yell at the fox at my mansion and threw blood on my door... Lu Kuan, you are really getting more and more prosperous."

Wang Mang looked at Lu Kuan, and although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were extremely cold.

Today's son is not the son of Emperor Ai, but the son of King Liu Xing of Zhongshan. After Emperor Ai passed away, he had no heirs, and finally chose Liu Hui, who had just inherited the King of Zhongshan as the new emperor among the nearby royal family.

But in contrast, a new problem arises-

How should we treat Liu Wei Ji, the biological mother of Liu Wei, and the Wei family behind Wei Ji?

Wang Mang had just eliminated the two huge monster-like families of relatives of the Fu family and Ding family. It would never be possible to allow a new relative to rise and embark on this political stage to block his path towards his ideals.

Therefore, although the King of Zhongshan became the emperor, the emperor's biological mother was not allowed to follow his son to Chang'an and become the empress dowager, but stayed in Zhongshan Kingdom and was only enthroned as Queen Xiao of Zhongshan.

In this regard, Wei Ji and the Wei family behind her would never be willing to accept it. The desire for power and the efforts made for it never stopped.

"I lost my mother, is the sky angry?" Wang Mang repeatedly talked about these two sentences, and the smile on his face remained unchanged: "I'm afraid it's not Cang Tian who is angry, but Wei... With your talent, I'm afraid I can't think of this trick. Let's talk about it, who taught you?"

What responded to him was Lu Kuan's silence.

"Don't speak?" Wang Mang raised his eyebrows and sighed softly, without any irritability on his face, and he still smiled: "It's okay, I can't ask you out of your mouth, I can ask others."

"Mu'er, go out and give orders to Wang Yu and Lu Yan and the others." Wang Mang tapped on several cases lightly and said to Mu'er in front of him: "The two, now, immediately, immediately."

"Yes, teacher." Mu'er nodded, without asking any more questions, stood up and walked out of the study. Soon after, he walked back, and whispered beside Wang Mang, "I have already ordered it."

"Sit and wait." Wang Mang drank the wine in the glass with a strange smile on his face: "I really didn't expect that my son would have such a promising side."

"It has nothing to do with... it has nothing to do with them! Taifu Wang! This matter has nothing to do with my sister!"

When he heard Wang Mang mention the names of the two, Lu Kuan's flashing eyes froze. When Mu'er returned to the study again, Lu Kuan could no longer hold back, raised his head hard, and looked at Wang Mang in panic and said loudly.

"Does it matter? You have to wait until they come. Why should you be anxious for a moment?" Wang Mang smiled and stretched out his hand in front of him and pressed: "Do you know? Expression and tone can sometimes reveal a lot of things."

After saying that, he emphasized again with unsatisfactory words: "Really, a lot."
Chapter completed!