"However, if we continue like this, how can the aristocratic family see their power being taken away bit by bit, how can they sit still?" Pang Yi asked. "If the aristocratic families are forced to join forces to make trouble, I'm afraid it will be too much."
"But can the big family really afford this?" Zhong Mingwei raised his eyebrows and smiled. While taking out a piece of rice paper and unfolding it, he casually took a pen from the pen stand in his hand. Then on the rice paper wrote "Zhao's family", "Cui's family" and "An's family". Then he looked at Pang Yi, "Let's not talk about it, just these three most powerful families. Do you think it is possible to join forces?"
"Really," Pang Yi looked at the words on the paper, while taking the brush from Zhong Mingwei. One side has an arrow drawn on it. Then he analyzed, "As long as the Lord Long Live does not establish a reserve for a day, the Zhao family and the Cui family will definitely hold on to it. No. Even if the Lord Long Live establishes a reserve, they must be choking harder than now , since we have princes who support each other early in the morning. Then the Zhao family and the Cui family are natural enemies, either you die or I die." Speaking of this, Pang Yi drew another arrow to let An's family The door was aimed at Mrs. Zhao's. "These two clans were originally relatives by marriage, but An Zishang was born with two ends. He married Prince Rong's mansion and the East Palace one after another. The Prince Rong's mansion looked down on him early on. Naturally, the Zhao family also sneered at him. But no matter what, they are also relatives-in-law, and if it is a last resort, they may still be able to unite and unify the outside world, but not long ago, the Da'an family forced Zhao's daughter to death, and involved Prince Rong, Huang Guifei and Zhao's family. His Majesty is shameless in front of the Emperor, so even if these two clans join hands, there will still be old and new enmities and rifts, and sooner or later they will fall apart."
"You are becoming more and more capable now, and you are almost becoming a little Zhuge." Zhong Mingwei looked at Pang Yi's well-organized appearance, and couldn't help smiling. "It can be seen that I have not eaten less walnuts recently."
"Master, you're making fun of me again!" Pang Yi was unhappy, he was the one who annoyed people picking walnuts in front of him, and immediately put down the brush, and said, "So Long Live God decided early in the morning that they couldn't afford this Hands, only then can we safely and boldly use the children of poor families."
"Not only that, I am afraid that Lord Long Live will take advantage of the conflicts between them and wipe them out one by one." Zhong Mingwei said slowly.
"But when the new emperor ascends the throne, won't the mother's family behind him be revived?" Pang Yi asked with a frown.
"Long live God would not choose a prince who is always concerned about his mother's family to be the prince," Zhong Mingwei said, picking up the writing brush again, and in the "Zhao Family", "Cui Family" and "An Family" Go up, marked each with a cross, and then said, "And according to the temperament of the Long Live Lord, whoever wants to be a prince must first clean up the mother's house behind him."
"If it's true as the master said, then the capital may be quite lively." Pang Yi said with a long breath.
That's right, Zhong Zhiheng is in his late teens, and he is about to turn 60. Even if he is reluctant to let go of power, establishing a reserve is still a top priority.
"Yeah, it will be even more lively at the end of the year." Zhong Mingwei said slowly.
"What are you guys talking about?" Meiya came in with a jar of ointment, which was just boiled, and she brought it over with Zhong Mingwei in a hurry, thinking about applying it to Zhong Mingwei while it was hot.
"It's lively when we talk about the end of the year." Zhong Mingwei said with a smile.
"Then the subordinate will leave first." Pang Yi got up in a hurry, and said to Meiya and Zhong Mingwei.
"Pang Yi, go and get Sister An over here. Let's make dumplings today. Sister An likes dumplings the most." Meiya said to Pang Yi in a hurry.
"Yes, this subordinate obeys." Pang Yi went out cheerfully.