According to convention, Qin Wujiu's turn to serve as prime minister is not his turn. Neither qualification nor fame is enough to convince the public. Moreover, he was still just a white dick at this time, and suddenly he was the highest minister. It was a step forward to reaching the sky. The Great Zhou Dynasty had never been established for thousands of years.

But, so what? There is always a first time in what happened. Just get used to it! After all, the blood mist over Kyoto has not yet dissipated!

Everyone selectively forgot the story that had to be told between Qin Wujiu and Princess Wan. No one knew that Qin Wujiu would soon become the prince consort. The custom of the prince consort not being allowed to hold real power positions has become a false situation at this time. Anyway, everything has its first time. Just get used to it, just get used to it!

So, like lightning, Qin Wujiu and Zhang Jiuzhou handed over, and then immediately took office as the prime minister of Zhao Jingzhen. After Wu Feng completed these things quickly, he no longer wanted to stay in this place for even a second, and activated his body skills to the extreme. He returned to his family yard and sat under the pomegranate tree to breathe.

He felt that it was even more tiring in the court than him fighting against the big yellow dog, which was simply a torture. It was so terrifying. He felt that even if he wanted to talk to Zhao Jingzhen in the future, he would try not to be in the court. He was worried that he would even vomit overnight dinner.

But there was no other way. There was another person, Wu Feng, who had to visit, that was Prince Gong Zhao Lie. This person had been sent to the heavenly prison by Zhao Jingzhen. On that day, Ao Huan controlled his body to fight with Wu Feng, and his body was almost damaged by the destruction.

Wu Feng didn't know how Zhao Jingzhen would treat Zhao Lie, whether it was frying, cooking, and frying, or cutting it into pieces, but these were nothing to do with Wu Feng. He was too lazy to pay attention to their Zhao family's own business.

However, no matter what purpose Zhao Lie was doing back then, at least he gave him a lot of help. If he hadn't nodded and handed over Daizhou to his own jurisdiction, his Black Flag Army would have been very likely to face the embarrassing situation of not having a garrison, and would not have been able to grow up in a short period of time, and would even be incorporated into other armies to become a vassal.

Wu Feng didn't want to leave any shortcomings in his heart. The threat faced by the Great Zhou still exists. No one can tell what the future will be. If he really cannot resist the invasion of alien races, then the future of the human race will be bleak.

Wu Feng walked into the depths of the Tianzhuo with a bag of beef sauce in one hand and a pot of good wine in the other. The soldiers guarding the Tianzhuo knew this powerful General Wu. Without the blind eye to stop him, the green light was unobstructed.

The place is under heavy guard, and various hidden weapons are emerging one after another. It is almost impossible to escape from here by robbing prison or escaping. However, this place is beyond Wu Feng's expectations. It does not have that gloomy and terrifying atmosphere, nor does it have a cold and damp smell.

If it weren't for knowing that this place was a Tianzhuo, Wu Feng would have thought it was a dungeon, with wide roads and tall buildings almost hollowed out the entire underground of Kyoto.

Although it is underground, it does not seem stuffy. The ground to the ceiling is five meters high. Countless spirit stone lamps are scattered in every corner, illuminating this place like daytime. There are also some air windows leading to the ground, and some sunlight shines from above, making it even brighter.

When Wu Feng saw Zhao Lie, he sat upright on a chair with many books in front of him. At this time, he was concentrating on watching the books in his hand at a spirit stone lamp, but he did not notice Wu Feng's arrival.

At this time, Zhao Lie was wearing a simple home outfit and white-bottomed black cloth shoes, just like Wu Feng saw him in the palace back then. A bunch of gray hair hangs behind his head, and long white beards floated on his chest, looking a little casual and free.

Wu Feng was watching quietly next to him. Zhao Lie looked serious. He read the book very slowly. Half an hour passed and turned over two pages, as if he was carefully exploring the profound meaning of the book and chewing it slowly.

Not far from his head was a skylight. The soft sunlight shone on his face, emitting a faint halo, and it looked elegant.

Wu Feng could feel that Zhao Lie's qi and blood were now depressed, and the spiritual power fluctuations emitted were almost impossible to sense. It was obviously aborted. However, the injuries on his body were no longer hindered, and the broken bones were also continued, but they still had not healed, and they looked a little bad in complexion.

Wrinkles covered Zhao Lie's face. Without the protection of his spiritual power of cultivation, his body functions quickly declined, and a few age spots appeared on his slightly pale face. After all, he was nearly a hundred years old, and at this time he looked more like an ordinary old man.

Perhaps because his physical injuries were still not healed, his mental power was a little weak. After reading the book for a while, he became a little tired. After closing his eyes for a while, he closed the book and moved his muscles and bones.

At this moment, he suddenly saw Wu Feng outside the prison. After a moment of silence, he smiled bitterly on his face and said, "I'm old and I can't keep up. I won't say anything when you came."

Wu Feng bowed and bowed and said, "The prince is so elegant. I just came here, and I was fascinated by the prince's reading books and couldn't bear to disturb him."

Zhao Lie was overjoyed when he saw the wine jar in Wu Feng's hand and said, "Hurry, pour me some good wine, the pear blossom wine that will be gathered together, this taste is a century-old wine, rare!"

Wu Feng smiled and patted Kaifeng mud, and took out two wine bowls from the silk bag. The amber wine slowly flowed out of the wine jar, with a trace of sticky smell. Suddenly, the wine fragrance overflowed in the entire Tianzhuo, and the rich and mellow smell made people intoxicated.

The two of them held up the wine bowl and drank it all over.

"Happy! You are still worthy of your face. This kind of pear blossom wine that has been aged for a hundred years has not been taken out for many years. I have also come to my house to ask for it several times, but I have returned in disappointment. I didn't expect that I would give you a whole jar, hahahaha!"

Zhao Lie smiled bitterly, but it also flashed away. He soon drank with Wu Feng again, without any gloom, but instead seemed open-minded and heroic.

"The beef sauce from Tiangongfang is unique in my Great Zhou Kyoto. This taste is well, it was made by the old guy from Tiangongfang himself! It's rare. This old guy stopped taking action ten years ago. I didn't expect that he could still eat the beef sauce made today. It's a blessing for you!"

Zhao Lie savored it carefully and quickly identified the extraordinaryness of this beef sauce and looked very happy.

"The beef is drunk, and the more you drink it, the more you drink it, the more you say it to the people of Kyoto. Therefore, people in Kyoto have no beef with sauce, so it is not called drinking. If you lack a little taste, no matter how good the wine is, it will be bland and tasteless."
Chapter completed!