"What? Is there a suitable candidate for the right minister?" Zhong Zhiheng picked up the teacup, held the lid of the tea, and looked at Zhao Changrong with a smile. "I'm worrying about this matter. I haven't been able to find a suitable candidate for a long time, but I think Cheng Xiangyang is pretty good. But he is a little younger. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold the field. If there is a suitable candidate for the right minister The candidate. That would be the best."
"Yes, sharing worries for the Long Live Lord is the duty of a humble minister," Zhao Changrong said hastily. While sizing up Zhong Zhiheng's expression, he said cautiously, "Long Live Lord. I thought King Hui could take on this important task."
"Oh?" The hand holding the tea cover paused. Zhong Zhiheng put the tea cover on the table, took a sip of the tea, and looked at Zhao Changrong. "The Prime Minister on the right is asking how Ming'e can take on this important task?"
"Yes. Lord Long Live." Looking at Zhong Zhiheng's expression, Zhao Changrong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Then he hurriedly said, "One. The first Tibetan general must have a high status, so that he can shock the foreigners in Tibet and the southern border countries. King Huijun is the first-rank county king. With a high status, he can take on this important task. Second, King Huijun is about to be twenty-six years old. Presumably, Long Live Lord is also considering enclosing land for King Huijun, but no matter how much land is enclosed, how can it compare with Tibet? It is both vast and southern. He can also be worthy of the status of King Huijun and the grace of Lord Long Live." Having said that, Zhao Changrong paused, then took a breath, and continued, "Thirdly, there have been constant rumors and rumors about the capital recently. Prince Hui is not in a good position, if he can take this opportunity to stay away from the capital, King Hui must be able to heave a sigh of relief."
Zhao Changrong couldn't sit still, the capital was full of rumors about King Hui, but in the past few months, he didn't see any counterattacks from King Hui and Concubine Shu, even Zhong Zhiheng, who was always suspicious, turned a blind eye, Zhao Changrong couldn't Don't be in a hurry, and you have to get angry, especially after Zhong Zhiheng dealt with Da'an's death, Zhao Changrong was tossed and turned. For the Zhao family, this is not a good signal. If the door drifts away...
He really didn't dare to think about it.
What he has to do now is to help Zhong Mingzheng get rid of Zhong Ming'e simply and swiftly. He can't let Zhong Mingzheng leave the Zhao family, and he can't let the Zhao family follow in Xu's footsteps.
"What the right minister said is really reasonable." Zhong Zhiheng still had a faint smile on his face. He put the teacup on the table and looked at Zhao Changrong with a little embarrassment. I have to go to Tibet with my whole family, but Princess Huijun is almost six months pregnant, so I'm afraid it's not suitable to travel."
"Six, six months?" Zhao Changrong was startled.
"Yeah, it's been six months," Zhong Zhiheng tapped his fingers on the table lightly, looking at Zhao Changrong's discolored face in a leisurely manner, "Before the rumors about the scandal came out, Princess Huijun already had Pregnant."
"Why did Duke Hui keep a secret about such a good thing? My minister really didn't hear a single word of it." Zhao Changrong was startled for a moment, then got up, and bowed deeply to Zhong Zhiheng, "Weichen Congratulations to the Long Live Lord! Congratulations to the Long Live Lord!"
"It's really a good thing. Mingzheng's mansion and Ming'e's mansion have had sons born for two consecutive years, which can be regarded as evenly divided." Zhong Zhiheng nodded and said with a frown, "It's just that, Ming'e can do it." The Great General of Tibet is gone," Zhong Zhiheng paused at this point, he looked at Zhao Changrong with great interest, and said with his lips curled up, "Mingzheng looks pretty good."
As soon as he heard the word "Mingzheng" from Zhong Zhiheng's mouth, Zhao Changrong felt his mind went blank. He had to hold back so that he didn't faint, and now he forced a dry smile to Zhong Zhiheng: "Long live!" Ye Yingming."
If Zhong Mingzheng really becomes the great general of Tibet, let alone enter the East Palace, he may never even think about returning to Beijing in his life. Can Zhao Changrong not be in a hurry
"Okay, I still don't want to let Mingzheng go to that desolate place to suffer, you go down." Zhong Zhiheng didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and waved to him immediately.
"Yes, I will leave." Zhao Changrong breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly retreated while wiping his sweat.