Wu Sansi had already secretly reported to Wu Zetian about the content reported by Zhang Jianzhi.

Wu Zetian did not express any doubts about Zhang Jianzhi's report, because she knew very well that there were too many princes surnamed Li who had been killed and exiled by her for various reasons in recent years, and there were indeed very few left. Without the prince, where would the county lord come from?

"What should I do?" Wu Zetian asked calmly. Although she got a feasible strategy from Zhang Lin, she wanted to take the prime minister Zhang Jianzhi in her heart, and also hoped that the prime minister would not only come to ask questions, but also bring solutions at the same time. In this way, she could be at ease and rule with her.

"Your Majesty, I suggest that the selection range will be expanded from the royal palace to the public palace, and the selection of relatives is not limited to the county lord. In this way, the number of sect women who meet the requirements will increase, and we can select the best ones. For the best candidate, Your Majesty will be named the Princess of the Mercedes. The Princess of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the Mercedes of the

Wu Zetian's eyes flashed and he pondered without saying a word.

Wu Zetian was not surprised that such a great idea came from Zhang Jianzhi, because the person who made the suggestion was famous for his solid decisions and strategies, and was a genius of the world.

What surprised Wu Zetian was that Zhang Jianzhi's idea was almost the same as Lin Lang's. Is this a coincidence, or did the two of them discuss it in advance?

These two people are in the palace and the other outside the palace, and they are close to each other. They may not know each other, and they are even more likely to meet each other. How can we discuss with each other?

But how could the two of them have such similar views, exactly the same? Could it be that the saying: What heroes think are similar?

Linlang actually served as the prime minister. Zhang Jianzhi, known as the genius, coincided with each other. He had similar opinions, which was really commendable!

Thinking of this, Wu Zetian was overjoyed. No matter how capable or loyal the ministers were, they were all outsiders, and they were always separated by one layer! And no matter how Lin Lang said that they were all his own people, Lin Lang's opinions were equal to his own opinions!

"I wonder if Your Majesty thinks this method is feasible?" Zhang Jianzhi saw that Wu Zetian did not respond, thinking that the latter did not agree with his suggestion, so he couldn't help but ask respectfully.

"This idea sounds very good!" Wu Zetian reacted with joy, applauding his hands.

When Zhang Jianzhi was explaining his point, Wu Sansi stood aside, twisting his beard with his hands, thinking. At this moment, seeing that Wu Zetian agreed with Zhang Jianzhi's proposal and was ready to agree to follow suit, she couldn't help but remind him:

"Your Majesty, although Zhang Ge Lao's proposal makes sense, the Turkic envoys are in Shendu, and they are close to each other. Whenever there is any disturbance, they will know. If they learn that our elected daughters are married and perfunctorily evade them, how could they agree? The little minister is worried that they will make a mistake."

In Wu Sansi's eyes, the daughter of a Duke and a Duke is equivalent to the daughter of a civilian, and he is perfunctory to make excuses about the marriage of a Duke and a Duke and a Duke and a Duke and a relative.

"This..." After hearing Wu Sansi's reminder, Wu Zetian pondered silently, and his face was filled with sorrow again, because Wu Sansi's worries were also her worries.

Although Wu Zetian expressed her approval when Zhang Lin proposed to enthrone the father of Hexian Princess as the prince before, thinking that it was feasible and could block the mouth of the Turkic mission, her brain was excited at that time and did not think deeply. It was purely a joke with Xinyue Xiunan and would not take it seriously.

If a new showman can control her government affairs, then there is no difference between her and a foolish monarch.

Of course Wu Zetian is not a foolish monarch.

She needs to measure the pros and cons of any major matter related to the country when it is implemented in detail.

The title of Heqin County Lord as the princess was just a false title, because Heqin County Lord eventually left the Great Zhou and went to the Turks. Her title was the county lord or the princess, even if she was a princess, it would not have any impact on the government affairs of her country.

The father of the princess of the relatives will not go to the Turks. If he is granted a prince, he will have to give the prince the title of fief, courtesy and status. If this prince comes from the Wu family, Wu Zetian will enthrone it without hesitation. But the problem is that this prince comes from the Li family. The Li family has an extra prince out of thin air, which is not a good thing for the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Old Wu family. It can be said that it has disadvantages but no benefits. Therefore, Wu Zetian cannot do this.

At some point, Wu Zetian even suspected that Zhang Jianzhi was talking about the Li family?

As for Zhang Lin, Wu Zetian naturally would not have any doubts because he was his own person.

When she thought of Zhang Lin, Wu Zetian's mind was often filled with the wall. She stepped savagely on the wall with one foot and supported the wall with the other hand, forcing him to be on the wall. She breathed and smelled it. It was an unprecedented experience for her. She couldn't believe how she could make such almost wild moves. It was a bit like a girl-crazy talk.

Wu Zetian kept savoring the scene, posture and conversation, and felt a sense of intoxication and sweetness that he had never been before...

This beautiful expression fell into the eyes of Zhang Jianzhi and Wu Sansi, making them feel very strange. They couldn't help but look at each other, not knowing what His Majesty was thinking.

"Your Majesty." The two of them reminded weakly.

"It's better to make a long-term plan for this matter." Wu Zetian came to his senses, waved his sleeves, and said lightly.

"Yes." Zhang Jianzhi could only agree. He said in his heart, "Have you already praised my suggestions? Why do you still have to make a long-term plan? From what time does this take? The Turkic envoy gave not much time...

...

Cuiyang Palace.

This is the third day Zhang Lin traveled through time.

"Showman, it's time to get up!" Hong'er, who was on the turn, lifted Zhang Lin's bedding and urged him to get up.

"Don't disturb me!" Zhang Lin, who was sleeping sideways, muttered in his mouth, turned over, lay straight on the bed, showing the scene in front of Hong'er, which was very indecent...

As the palace maid serving the head of the harem, Hong'er has never seen any scene? Even so, her fair cheeks suddenly turned red and her heart was pounding like a war drum...

"The showman... isn't it a little fierce?" Hong'er's face turned red and her heart trembled.

She secretly looked at the tightly closed palace gate, and a thought of trying the Dharma with her body rose in her mind. However, as soon as the flame of this thought emerged, she extinguished it with reason.

This is the emperor's forbidden body, and others cannot be touched. If a mistake turns into eternal regret and temporary pleasure, she and her family will be placed in a place where she cannot recover.

Hong'er took a deep breath, calmed down her turmoil, pulled the quilt and covered it again on Zhang Lin, then grabbed Zhang Lin's ear with her hand, and forced the latter to lift it up.

"I'm so sleepy, let me sleep for a while!" Zhang Lin said sleepyly.

"The sun is still burning her butt, and she is still sleeping. The supervisor knows that she wants to hit the board!" Hong'er warned with hatred.

The three words "Putting a board" are very effective. After hearing this, Zhang Lin jumped up.

The palace gate was wide open, and the palace maid Cui'er and two eunuchs entered the bedroom one after another to start a new day of work.

"Xiangnu, why is your face so haggard? There are dark circles around your eyes?" Cui'er stared at Zhang Lin's face for a while, and suddenly said in surprise.

"Is that true?" Zhang Lin asked, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

To be honest, Zhang Lin didn't sleep well last night because there was a beautiful flower girl lying on the side of his couch, which greatly affected his sleep. Just imagine, can his stomach feel good when putting a bowl of fresh meat in front of a hungry person?

Zhang Lin's concentration was still quite strong and he did not slip into the abyss of crime. However, he was still suffering. He was muttering Lan'er's name countless times in his heart, and kept thinking about Lan'er's figure in his mind, and then he drove out all his evil thoughts and did not fall asleep until dawn.

At this time, Zhang Lin realized that Wu Zetian's real intention of arranging two beautiful palace maids to serve him personally was to use human-shaped poison to arouse the evil thoughts in his body. When this evil thoughts arise, they cannot be released. They can only accumulate in the body and accumulate to a certain extent. She then takes time to harvest them, and then she can return with a full load.

If the ugly woman was allowed to serve her in person, Zhang Lin would not have any evil thoughts. Without evil thoughts, there would be no fruit. What would Wu Zetian, the seventy-year-old woman, harvested?

The emperor has done a good job!

"Did the Xiunan didn't sleep well last night?" Cui'er asked meaningfully, her eyes patrolling back and forth between Zhang Lin and Hong'er with malicious intentions.

"It's okay to apply powder." A flash of redness quickly rushed up Hong'er's fair face. She quickly walked to the dressing table, picked up the comb and powder, and smeared it on Zhang Lin's face to conceal her panic.

"Xiu'er was very honest when she slept with me. Why did she not be honest when she slept with Hong'er? Could it be that in Xiu'er's eyes, Hong'er is better than me?" Cui'er was up and down, thinking a lot, and was unsteady...
Chapter completed!