Chapter 14: Secret Fight (7)

Zhang Changzong turned his head, and his gray face was filled with fear that could not be concealed. He asked stammeringly, "What do you know?" Wu Sansi suddenly said sternly, saying word by word: "I know that what you are trying to do will definitely not succeed! I also know that the person who entered the palace today will not let you succeed! I also know that once this matter is known to the saint, you will suffer a catastrophe! Liulang, please go back today and give Wulang a message, saying that Wu Sansi is not in a hurry, and I advise you not to be too anxious. Haste means not to achieve it. Be careful of all the mechanisms, which will cost Qingqing your life!"

The corridor that stretches for a mile in Shangyang Palace winds down the Luo River. On the quiet water surface, several green willows are rotating and falling, startling several koi and pecking. When the breeze passes, the lotus leaves are green and green, bringing out a rustling sound in the tranquility of the afternoon. In the corridor, Di Renjie deeply inhales a breath of the fragrance of spring, and what it itchs in his nose is the touch of willow catkins. The warm sun is gentle and the spring breeze is rippling, as if a gentle little hand is playingfully swaying, the hem of his heavy and solemn silver robe.

At this moment, Di Renjie seemed to be at a loss about everything around him. His gaze had crossed the moving and beautiful spring in front of him, and also crossed the barriers of thousands of mountains and rivers. Did he see it? The severe and bitter spring in the desert outside the border, the different north winds and sandstorms were the same crisis and difficulties. Did he feel it again? The closely related and inseparable ties, the more distant, the closer it is, the longer it is, the deeper it is.

A gentle footstep sounded in his ears, and someone approached carefully. Di Renjie did not turn his eyes. He knew that it was the person he was waiting for. "Ge Master Di is in a good mood, enjoy the spring here."

Di Renjie paused for a moment before he replied coldly: "No, this cabinet is not here to enjoy the spring. This cabinet is waiting for you, Zhang Shaoqing." "Oh?" Zhang Yizhi was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Today, the holy body is calm. Since the Pavilion Master is summoned to the palace, it must be an important matter to talk about, why is the Pavilion Master lingering here?" "Because the things that the Pavilion wants to talk to Zhang Shaoqing are more important than anything else. Only after talking about this can our Pavilion meet the Saint."

Zhang Yizhi was stunned again, and a nervousness flashed in his eyes that was not easy to detect. At this moment, Di Renjie turned around, looked straight into the other party's eyes, and asked slowly: "Do you know what this cabinet is going to talk to you?" Zhang Yizhi bowed to Di Renjie gracefully and said with a smile: "Yizhi doesn't know, I hope Master Di will give him advice."

Di Renjie nodded, but his face still had no smile. He looked up at the distance again and said lightly: "The ancients had a tactic: In a melee, they can gain benefits from each other. They cannot attack far, but can be linked to each other; those who are close can get the same, which will lead to the transformation of their elbows." Di Renjie stopped, Zhang Yichang hesitated for a moment and said with a smile: "Far from far to near, attack from near, is the strategy of Fan Sui in the warring state." "Well," Di Renjie gently stroked his long beard: "I heard that Zhang Shaoqing has been well-read in poetry and books, and has always been a strategy, and is not the one who is defeated in gold and jade, but today I know that this statement is not false."

Zhang Yizhi's face suddenly changed. He gritted his teeth and couldn't bear it. He forced Zhang smiled and bowed, "Ge Di, too much." Di Renjie's cold eyes swept over Zhang Yizhi's head and looked at the person in front of him. Even though anger and hatred had already made his chest ache, Di Renjie still asked himself to calm down. He began to speak calmly, but he brought a huge weight to the tone: "It seems that Zhang Shaoqing is familiar with the principle of 'profit from near, and harm from far away'. But today, our cabinet wants to remind Zhang Shaoqing that the harm of distance is ultimately harmful, and it is a great harm! If the profit from near is damaged, if the power is broken, how can this benefit be obtained! Zhang Shaoqing, our cabinet thinks you are still a smart person, and you won't understand the principle of how to lose your eggs when you collapse the nest, right?!"

After trying hard to calm down the rolling passion, Di Renjie spoke again: "Zhang Shaoqing, today our cabinet will not talk about right and wrong with you, but only talk about your interests. I hope you can understand the current affairs and stop your horse, and don't let yourself become a sinner forever! Of course, if you insist on your own, this cabinet will not be able to let you die without a place to die!"

"You! You dare to threaten me!" Zhang Yizhi's lips turned pale, his eyes wide open. Although he was speaking strongly, his voice trembled continuously. Di Renjie looked him up and down mockingly, as if he was enjoying a clown's performance. After a long time, he said easily: "Zhang Shaoqing, this pavilion is going to meet the saint, Shaoqing please do whatever he wants." After saying that, he gently brushed his sleeves and left.

Zhang Yizhi stayed there for a while and began to stroll along the corridor as if he had just arrived in front of Guanfeng Hall, Zhang Changzong ran towards him, and his face was ashes, and his disease was as if he was a broken dog. In an instant, the warm sun disappeared, the black clouds pressed against the top, and the coldness soaked the bones. For the Zhang brothers, the sky was about to collapse.

No one knows whether everything that happened in and outside Shangyang Palace this spring afternoon was planned in advance or was it conspired in unison; just like no one knows whether Di Renjie and Wu Sansi would choose to cooperate in a special situation. No one would try to ask this question, and they would never answer it. But the result of the matter was clear and affirmative. The conspiracy that two Zhang and Mochu secretly colluded was initiated in extremely confidential and ended in extremely confidential, and it seemed as if it had never happened before. Of course, perhaps there were curious people who wanted to ask, did Wu Zetian know that everything that happened? This is still an unanswered question, and the answer is not important.

The only important thing is that all this is just the beginning of a series of greater crises. In the early spring of the third year of the Shengli period of Wuzhou, all the ups and downs and thrilling stories have just begun.

On the side of Luoshui Pavilion outside Luoyang City, there are teahouses and wine stalls, and the green willows and string songs are all threefold. How many people are holding hands and looking at each other with tears. When we leave, we will be separated by the ends of the world forever, and who will share the good times?

In the Luoshui Pavilion, an old man stood with his hands behind his back, his brown regular clothes fluttering in the breeze. The people inside and outside the pavilion were all immersed in the sorrow of parting, and no one could recognize the simple old man in front of him. His body was still majestic and upright, but his dignified face was faintly exhausted. He took the wine cup held by the Qingyi family beside him, and his hands were flat. The kind voice implied the unchanging majesty: "Send you thousands of miles, and there will be a farewell. Come, Mr. Mei, I will honor this glass of wine here, wishing Mr. Mei a smooth journey and a bright future."
Chapter completed!