Master Maitreya saluted and said hello three times, as if visiting the thatched cottage three times, which gave Wu Zhe enough face and showed his great sincerity.
"Oh, isn't this Master Maitreya? We haven't seen each other for a long time." Wu Zhe turned his head as if he just realized it.
But she was polite, but she still didn't stand up to greet her.
Our Miss Zhou is really bullish! This is not arrogance, but a truly capable and dependable spirit. The attendants standing around applauded in their hearts. Outsiders are deflated and dare not make a sound, what an accent.
'Unexpectedly, Ms. Zhou still remembers the old man. It's really a surprise! Master Maitreya began to flatter him with three tricks: "No wonder everyone said that Miss Zhou has a delicate heart, and today I saw her so smart."
Wu Zhe was very straightforward: "Master Maitreya is in great trouble, and he still has time to pour me the ecstasy soup. It really is that Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing his face."
Master Maitreya didn't even hesitate for a moment, and responded quickly: "Where is it, the old man's forehead is sweating urgently. His whole body is sweating profusely, as if standing on the edge of a cliff."
Wu Zhe smiled and said, "I think it's because you're tired from climbing the stairs?"
"Isn't it? It's not easy to go upstairs, but it's even more difficult to go downstairs." Master Maitreya smiled wryly: "If you climb high, you will fall miserably. There is nothing good in your heart. I hope Miss Zhou can teach me how to go downstairs?"
Wu Zhe didn't continue to speak, but heard a report from downstairs: "The guard of the Ministry of Internal Affairs has arrived."
A royal guard hurried upstairs, bowed down to greet Wu Zhe: "I have met Commander Zhou."
Wu Zhe looked serious: "But there is an order from the emperor?"
Generally, most of the imperial edicts of the emperor are conveyed by the eunuchs, and the less important oral orders are often brought by the royal guards.
The guard still bowed his waist and said respectfully: "What Commander Zhou said is extremely true."
He admitted that there was an oral order from the emperor, but he did not say the content.
Master Maitreya paid attention to the guard's attitude, and immediately understood that this oral order might not be suitable for speaking in public.
"If it's just one or two words, you can say it." Wu Zhe stood up.
"Yes." The guard straightened his back, and said loudly: "The emperor's words... Yes!"
Others don't know what the two words [实得] mean, even Master Maitreya can't figure it out for a while.
However, Wu Zhe's heart was bright, and he secretly thought that Emperor Xuanwu was still saving face.
Emperor Xuanwu was able to guess his own riddle, which was as expected. But Wu Zhe was not sure whether he would give the eldest prince a way out.
Wu Zhe said: "Thank you, brother guard."
She waved to the side. The housekeeper of Prince Mo's Mansion immediately stepped forward to wait on him, and led the guards downstairs to entertain and give red envelopes.
"You all go down." Wu Zhe waved his hand.
The attendants and guards of Prince Mo's Mansion all went downstairs.
"Thank you, Ms. Zhou." Master Maitreya bowed and saluted, he was overjoyed that the other party would give him such a space to speak, so there was a great possibility of success in the scheme.
He even considered it. The emperor's words are accurate, did he allow Zhou Zhiruo to give her advice
In fact, he thought too simply, but Wu Zhe thought more.
Wu Zhe looked at that big fat figure making such a move, and doubted whether he would fall over in the next moment.
In another world, there are too many allusions about meritorious deeds and masters, and birds and bows hidden. How dare Wu Zhe exceed his authority at will? Although her female identity and special status are enough to dispel these speculations.
"The eldest prince does a lot of unrighteous things. He favors pomegranates and alienates him. Now that the sun is falling, he really deserves the disaster he deserves." Master Maitreya began to speak impassionedly.
Although a little breathless, I really feel like criticizing my master.
'Sounds nicely. Wu Zhe nodded.
Ordinary people would probably blush in embarrassment after hearing such feedback from her. This is simply a direct slap in the face dialogue.
'Ms. Zhou just needs to be happy. But Master Maitreya was not ashamed, smiled and cupped his hands and said: "Miss Zhou can punish my son with the best wisdom in the world, which is really acting in accordance with the righteousness of heaven!" '
'Why. Does the eldest prince's crime have anything to do with me? 'Wu Zhe frowned.
'No, absolutely not! 'Master Maitreya's chubby head swayed happily on his thick neck.
Wu Zhe smiled slightly.
This is not embarrassing the other party, but the other party is embarrassing himself and wants to find an idea.
But it's really a battle for the position of the prince. Isn't it nonsense to want to give advice to the enemy between life and death
'It is said that the monarch of one side needs to have a think tank to assist him in planning major events in the world. 'Master Maitreya began to preach all kinds of morality again, or another kind of flattery.
Wu Zhe listened to each sentence without a word, and occasionally asked a question, not in a hurry. Because she is waiting. In addition to waiting for Emperor Xuanwu, he was still waiting for an echo from another person.
Master Maitreya looked at her reaction and knew that she seemed to be waiting patiently for something, so he was not in a hurry to express his wish for a good plan.
Good strategy he wanted. It's not about reversing the victory or defeat of the two princes, but how to keep the eldest prince alive.
No matter how powerful Zhou Zhiruo was, even if he could have a plan to recover, it would be impossible for him to give it to him.
This is the way it is, and it cannot be undone. Master Maitreya no longer expects to be able to turn the tide, as long as the eldest prince can save his life, he is satisfied.
After talking for another half an hour. Master Maitreya didn't say that his mouth was dry, but he could hardly stand up just by standing all the time.
Wu Zhe didn't even give him a chance to sit down, not even a word of humility.
The attendants around were all amused, this Master Maitreya stood in front of Miss Zhou and was eloquent, it felt as if a student was reciting an essay for the master.
"Zhou girl, you're back. Our prince hasn't seen you for a few days, it's like a few years." Old Bao's voice came.
Master Maitreya paused to look back, and saw Mr. Bao guarding Prince Mo and slowly climbing up to the second floor.
Prince Mo came up waving his fan, his bright eyes only paused slightly on Master Maitreya, and then fixed on Wu Zhe.
He is full of heroism and proud of the spring breeze. Master Maitreya made an evaluation of Prince Mo's current situation in his mind.
Compared with his master, the eldest prince, he is like a heaven and an earth.
Prince Mo ignored Master Maitreya and walked straight over.
When Prince Mo had just climbed up to the second floor, Wu Zhe had already stood up and gave way to the host with courtesy.
Prince Mo just smiled, and sat down next to Wu Zhe without being polite. That posture is as if there is no need for any dignity between the master and the slave.
Master Maitreya knew that this was for himself, and at the same time he suddenly understood that it was Zhou Zhiruo who was waiting for him.
If Prince Mo doesn't come, how can Wu Zhe give him advice
It's just that Prince Mo is here, so if he asks the eldest prince for help, isn't he seeking skin from a tiger? (~^~)