"Okay." Shi Siming asked, "Can the court believe it?"

"Can believe it."

An Lushan was actually not sure, but he patted his chest and vowed: "The one the saint believes in most is Hu'er, hahaha."

A piece of good news was delivered from Fan Yang to Chang'an.

~~

Chang'an, winter, Laba.

It's snowing heavily.

Tongshan Temple in the south of the city was offering porridge relief today. Early in the morning, a long queue formed in front of the temple gate.

"Amitabha, the temple is giving away Laba porridge today, and each donor can receive a bowl."

The person who spoke was a priest in the temple. He was wearing a gray monk's robe and had kind eyes. After speaking, the poor people around him praised him.

When Dian Zuo raised his head, he saw a middle-aged man in brocade robes coming with his followers. He quickly greeted him and called out, "Almsgiver Li."

Li Xiu glanced around and said with a smile: "You spend so much money on accumulated incense that you only give out a few bowls of worthless Laba porridge during the holidays?"

"The donor laughed. Although the porridge in the temple is not valuable, it is plentiful. It is a meritorious deed to use the accumulated incense money to help living beings."

"I can't help you, a monk. Let me ask you something." Li Xiu waved his hand, lowered his voice and asked: "Two or three months ago, did someone redeem Zheng Hui's family from you?"

"I don't remember this matter. I need to look at the account book."

"Poor monk?" Li Xiu smiled and said, "Come on, Zheng Huisi Tianbao borrowed a hundred guan from your temple in the seventh year, and the profit increased by the end of the ninth year, probably two or three times."

The Dianzuo still took his ridicule calmly. He went to the accounting room to look through the account books and replied: "Donor Li is right. Someone has indeed redeemed Zheng Hui's family."

"Who redeemed it?"

"He is the husband of Uncle Yang's family."

"Yang Guozhong?"

Li Xiu sneered, took the account book, and left Tongshan Temple.

Before leaving, he looked back at the scene of serving Laba porridge, and suddenly felt that it was like today's Tang Dynasty. It looked like it had countless merits, but in fact, it was already breaking bones and sucking marrow.

All the way back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Li Xiu rushed to the main room first, only to see Zhang Jibo, the third son-in-law of the Prime Minister's Mansion, walking in the corridor with a few people.

"Brother-in-law, are you awake?"

Zhang Jibo shook his head, looked sad, and sighed: "Winter is the hardest to endure. It would be great if the old man could endure it until spring."

Li Xiu's expression couldn't help but darken.

"How's it going?" Zhang Jibo asked: "Have you found any evidence against the spitting pot?"

"We have some clues," Li Xiu said. "If we start with Zheng Hui, the magistrate of Xilu County who surrendered to the enemy, we should be able to cure the crime of spitting pot."

"My father-in-law's situation... you and I should discuss it first."

Zhang Jibo didn't usually take care of the affairs of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion in the past, but now that Li Linfu is seriously ill, he has to shoulder the burden.

Li Xiu nodded, walked to the side with him, and said: "Zheng Hui was able to make up for the magistrate of Xilu County by passing the Ming Dynasty, but it was because he bribed Shihu. I have the evidence for this matter; Zheng Hui surrendered to Geluo Feng wrote the surrender letter on his behalf, and the facts are there; Yang Xuan redeemed Zheng Hui's family members, which may involve the spitting pot."

"Just like this, you can't defeat him, right?" Zhang Jibo said: "The saint has always had great faith in the spitting pot."

"I got a piece of news, which was sent together with the battle report of Nanzhao yesterday." Li Xiu glanced around, with a somewhat mysterious tone, and whispered: "The grandson of Ge Luofeng has been found. Zheng returned to hide."

"First tie Zheng Hui to death and make him a gangster, and then expose this matter to the saint?"

"Yes, Shihu is now bent on taking Nanzhao's military achievements on himself, regardless of it, so we will use this to set a few more traps for him..."

The two discussed and came up with a rough idea.

Zhang Jibo frowned slightly and said, "One more thing, where does Xue Bai stand?"

"I have already written to him."

Li Xiu said in a hesitant tone: "But when it comes time for us to break up with Shihu, who he will help depends on the interests at the time."

Zhang Jibo asked: "Don't you care about his friendship with Qi Niang?"

"People like Xue Bai." Li Xiu shook his head, "It's difficult."

"This is another variable."

I have to admit that whenever there is a power struggle between the DPRK and China, Xue Bai has become a force that cannot be ignored.

Zhang Jibo spoke depressingly, sighed and said: "After fighting so many people, who would have thought that one day we would have to fight that unlearned and unskilled spitfire as a political enemy? He is not qualified to make us high."

Take a look. Alas, when will it end?"

Li Xiu turned to look at the main room and said with a wry smile: "I used to hope that these days of fighting would come to an end. But now I am very afraid. I am afraid that if it really stops one day, then... the Right Prime Minister's Mansion

It’s going to decline too.”

"No."

Zhang Jibo patted Li Xiu on the shoulder and comforted him.

Finally, the door of the main room opened with a creak, and Li Tengkong walked out together with several doctors and Taoist priests. Just now, everyone was treating Li Linfu.

Li Xiu hurriedly caught up and asked, "How's it going?"

Li Tengkong looked a little hesitant, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Other doctors and Taoist priests also shook their heads and said nothing. Only an old Taoist priest waved the whisk in his hand and said calmly: "I have a golden elixir. I just need to grind it and give it to the right minister with talisman water. Then the right minister can take it."

Wake up."

"Then please ask the Taoist Priest to help you, and the Prime Minister's Mansion will thank you greatly."

The old Taoist priest glanced at Li Tengkong, leaned forward and said, "It's a pity that the young master doesn't believe in Pindao's medical skills and refuses to let Pindao save him."

Li Tengkong said: "I smelled your golden elixir, but there is no special medicinal material."

"Taoist Master, please come here. Do you dare to ask Mr. Gao's surname?"

"A poor Taoist is a great emptor."

Not only did Li Xiu seek medical treatment because he was ill, but he was willing to treat the patient as a living horse. He asked the old Taoist priest to whisper a few words.

After that, he turned to Li Tengkong and said, "You too, my father is so ill. I can't help but try my best to treat him. You and I do not violate our filial piety."

Li Tengkong himself was highly skilled in medical treatment, but he was helpless when faced with his grandfather's illness. He had to close his eyes and swallow the bitterness, speechless.

Li Xiu ignored her and hurriedly asked Fang Daxu to give Li Linfu medicine.

Li Tengkong had already smelled the golden elixir. There was nothing special about it, but it was not poisonous. He gave it to Li Linfu together with the talisman water. Fang Daxu applied the needle again and muttered something. After a while, Li Linfu was really wandering around.

Awake.

Li Xiu was overjoyed and asked hurriedly: "Master, how do you feel?"

Li Linfu had a pair of dull eyes open, his face was lifeless, but he didn't have any energy to speak.

At this time, the servants at home hurried over and whispered to Li Xiu: "Shilang, there is a good news from Fan Yang. You must give it to Alang for review."

"I'll go take a look."

Li Xiu saluted Fang Daxu and asked him to do his best to treat him. He hurried to the meeting hall and felt that he was very busy every day.

The messenger sent by An Lushan was named He Qianqian. He was a middle-aged man with a round face. There was a smile on his face, which made people feel warm before he opened his mouth.

"After meeting Juro, Juro becomes even more majestic."

He Qianqian stepped forward, bent deeply to hold the gift, handed over a gift list, and said: "This is Hu'er's gift to honor the right prime minister. In addition to the gold, silver, jade, wisteria and incense that he had in previous years,

I also added some ginseng from Changbai Mountain."

"Mr. Anfu is interested." Li Xiu has been having a hard time lately. Being treated with such thoughtfulness and respect, he couldn't help but feel warmer in his heart.

But he still remembered the business and said: "Bring me the good news you want to send."

"Yes, yes, this is a gift list for Juro alone. Juro please accept it first."

He Qianli then took out a long battle report and said: "At the Lantern Festival imperial banquet, Hu'er boasted to the sage that he would destroy the Khitans this year. The results are certain and not small. But those who travel a hundred miles can only do half a dozen.

Ninety, Hu'er can only say that it is half done, half done."

Li Xiu took a look at the battle report and saw that it was written in great detail.

Of course, you can't tell anything by just looking at the battle report. He was worried about Li Linfu's illness, so he sent He Qian away and then strode to the main house.

"Grandpa, Hu'er won another battle. Do you want to take a look?"

Li Xiu opened the battle report and placed it in front of Li Linfu.

For a moment, it was obvious that Li Linfu's eyes were shining brightly again, and his withered hands tried hard to press the mattress.

"Help...help me...get up."

The old man's desire for power is like an eternal charcoal that burns again when he blows on it.

Li Linfu gasped, sat up, and stared at An Lushan's memorial. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to being the leader above ten thousand people.

"Master, look here." Li Xiu said: "An Lushan wants to transfer Li Xianzhong from Shuofang to Fanyang, but I think this is inappropriate."
To be continued...