"Then thank you so much, sir. As for the letter, my nephew will not hesitate to go through fire and water. I will definitely speak kind words in front of His Majesty."

Zhao Wujiang also showed his sincerity.

Dugu Yihe caressed his short beard gently, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. Under these eyes, there was no murderous intention at all.

But what he said was murderous.

"Who is that person who threatened you?"

"This matter starts with the death of my third uncle...sigh..."

Zhao Wujiang's face showed melancholy, he drank a glass of wine and took a deep breath:

"My great-uncle was in the harem, working hard, and then he suddenly fell ill... When the villain just came out of the palace, the thief still threatened and lured the villain to become his man."

"It's fun and interesting to compete with me for people."

Dugu Yihe stroked his beard and smiled lightly, but murderous intent emerged in his starry eyes.

This is the effect Zhao Wujiang wants, not only to explain his motive for killing, but also to put the chief executive on the opposite side of the Dugu family.

"Afu!"

Dugu Yihe spoke.

"master."

An old man with white beard and hair walked out from behind the screen. He had a kind face and stood respectfully beside Dugu Yihe, waiting for instructions.

"Eunuch Zhao, give me a name."

Dugu Yihe asked Zhao Wujiang with a hoarse and domineering voice.

"Chen Zhenghua, the chief eunuch!"

Zhao Wujiang cupped his fists and raised his hands, his head slightly lowered:

"Please, sir, please allow him half a life, I want to ask him clearly!"

"Did you hear that?"

Dugu Yihe's eyebrows are like clusters, and his majesty is like anger.

The old man beside him, who was called Ah Fu, bowed and said yes, then retreated behind the screen and disappeared from Zhao Wujiang's sight.

"From now on, you will be members of my Dugu family, sharing prosperity and wealth!"

Dugu Yihe regained his kindness, like an elder who is good at teaching, and gently patted Zhao Wujiang on the shoulder.

The words in the scene are so nice, you are probably in KFC... Zhao Wujiang's eyes were red and he pursed his lips: "Thank you sir, I can't repay you... But I have a secret recipe passed down from my ancestors, and I am disabled.

My body is no longer useful. I want to give it to the adults. It can nourish the kidneys and strengthen the body..."

The secret recipe... to nourish the kidneys... Dugu Yihe was stunned, "Say."

"Ginseng...deer antlers...deer whip...a ​​little..."

Zhao Wujiang chanted the secret recipe:

"One liang of sea python (i.e. sea dragon)...two liang of epimedium

Wolfberry... Cuscuta... Golden Cherry... Raspberry... Shayuanzi... Morinda... three or two each... Soak in wine... More than a month...

You can drink from the altar..."

Hiss... Dugu Yihe took a breath of cold air, the secret recipe for replenishing the kidneys, which man wouldn't want it.

"Sir, have you seen the book writer lying on the ground?"

Zhao Wujiang pointed his fingers sideways, and Dugu Yihe followed his gaze, puzzled.

"Drinking this wine will make you strong and heavy, and you won't stop for a long time!" Zhao Wujiang smiled proudly:

"Don't look at today's book writers who are drunk alone. It is no exaggeration to say that if you drink this wine like a villain, he can hoe three feet in the ground and all the dogs passing by will suffer!"

"Hahahahaha...you, you, you..." Dugu Yihe couldn't help but laugh heartily. His laughter was loud and resounded throughout the hall.

Zhao Wujiang also laughed, and the two of them hugged each other, and he talked about a few dirty jokes, making the old and the young fall forward and backward with laughter.

The guests were all suspicious and looked at the two people sitting in the seat in surprise.

"The head of the Dugu family actually had such a happy conversation with Eunuch Zhao. It seems that he regards him as a true one of his own..."

"Zhao Wujiang is quite capable. You must pay close attention to this person in the future..."

"..."

All the guests murmured in their hearts, and then they all drank and had fun.

The minister of Honglu Temple was lying on the ground with his back stretched out. The smell of alcohol was swirling around him. He was blushing and burping with wine. The little official next to him looked anxious and kept shaking his body, but he ignored it.

Until the clerk whispered a few words in his ear, his eyes widened for a moment, he stood up straight, and walked quickly towards the "hot" people Zhao Wujiang and Dugu Yihe.

"Brother He, Honglu Temple..."

The Honglu Temple Minister was still drunk, but his expression was solemn. He wanted to speak, but he glanced at Zhao Wujiang who was standing aside and stopped talking.

Dugu Yihe frowned and his eyes just glanced at Zhao Wujiang who was standing aside. Before he could speak, Zhao Wujiang drank a glass of wine and spoke first:

"Oh, sir, I have to leave. I just remembered that there are still some things in the palace!"

His reaction was so fast and his eyesight was so good. No wonder he was able to have a pleasant conversation with Dugu Yihe... The eyes of Li Chenxu, the minister of Honglu Temple, flickered. He was not drunk yet, but his mind was still clear.

"I won't send you off." Dugu Yihe's eyes flashed.

"Bang bang..." Zhao Wujiang patted his chest, with the letter from Dugu Yihe in his arms. He smiled warmly and said, "Don't worry, don't worry."

Dugu Yihe nodded, it was good to deal with smart people, he didn't need to say too much.

Zhao Wujiang cupped his hands and clasped his fists, his steps swaying slightly, and with a feeling of drunkenness, he left his seat, walked down the stairs, and passed the rows of guests.

"Eunuch Zhao, why are you leaving in such a hurry..."

"I'm hosting a banquet tonight. Can Eunuch Zhao give me a favor?"

"There is a strange thing in my house. How about we watch it together, Eunuch Zhao...?"

"..."

When the guests who were enjoying themselves saw that Zhao Wujiang was about to leave, they all expressed their goodwill and wanted to make friends with Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang cupped his hands and muttered "Someday" and "Someday", and with the help of the servants of Dugu Mansion, he walked out of the gate and got on the carriage.

As the carriage set off, Zhao Wujiang lowered his head, as if he was sleeping soundly after drinking. The horses' hooves were beating, and the coachman kept giving instructions and cracking the whip.

Less than a street away from Dugu Mansion, Zhao Wujiang suddenly opened his eyes with his head closed. There was no trace of mist in his eyes. He slowly touched his arms and stretched out his hand. The letter from Dugu Yihe had already been

He unfolded it.

Word by word, his eyes flashed across, and his mind fluctuated, gradually stirring up stormy waves.

...

Dugu Mansion, banquet hall.

Following the music of silk and bamboo orchestras, the guests drank and had fun. Those who were drunk were constantly helped out of the hall and sent to the guest rooms.

There are fewer and fewer people in the main hall.

Li Chenxu, the minister of Honglu Temple, is a middle-aged man with a thin face. His pupils are deep and the outer corners of his eyes are raised. He is kind and approachable when he smiles, but when he doesn't smile, he is as cold as a lone wolf.

"Brother He, how long do you want to wait?"

His voice was cold, his eyes were angry, and he didn't look drunk at all.

Dugu Yihe picked up his wine glass and gave him a toast, then drank it all by himself, with a deep smile on his lips: "What's wrong?"

"The Western Region worships the Moon Kingdom and comes to Beijing to pay tribute." The minister of Honglu Temple had a sullen face.

"Oh? Not until they pay tribute, right?" Dugu Yihe's eyes flashed.

The minister of Honglu Temple played with the sapphire porcelain cup in his hand:

"Brother He, I don't believe you didn't realize that this is a test...

Zhao Changyuan fell ill in the northern border, and the northern barbarians were ready to move. The Loulan survivors in the southern border also tried to cross the border many times, and started disputes with the Daxia Zhennan Army.

Now, a small moon-worshipping country has arrived from the Western Regions, paying tribute?

Huh, what kind of tribute are they paying at this time?

You also need to donate a woman, what do you mean by marriage?

Who knows the stunning beauty of Orchid from the Western Regions?

Back then, the late emperor..."

"Li Chenxu!" Dugu Yihe's voice suddenly became louder.

Li Chenxu was agitated. He almost said too much just now and would be wrong... He took a deep sip of wine:

"I'm leaving first. A princess has arrived. I, the Minister of Honglu Temple, have to entertain her..."

After that, he waved his big sleeves and walked out of the hall with vigorous steps.

Dugu Yihe let out a long breath. Some things involved too deep a time span and he didn't want to mention them easily.

He slowly leaned back on the chair, and many of the guests in the hall dispersed after enjoying themselves. It gradually became deserted, leaving a mess behind. His eyes were far away, staring straight outside the hall, not knowing what to think.

After an unknown amount of time, an old man with white hair and beard slowly walked out from the screen. It was the old butler Ah Fu. He bowed and saluted:
Chapter completed!