Ma Xi said, "Linghu's family didn't respond much. As for how Wu Hou did it, this old slave is still unclear. However, he has heard that he calls himself the Yuzhou Gambler, and his gambling skills are indeed superior to him. Otherwise, he won't let a master like Sha Suoyang plant a big petition in his hands."
"Interesting, poems and songs, battles to kill the enemy, farming and people's livelihood, there is a good ability to rejuvenate, and now you can sew at the gambling table and you will win, what else do you think that kid can't?"
Ma Xi thought for a while and laughed: "Maybe there is only martial arts!"
"Martial arts?" Wu Heng said with a smile: "Hehe, that kid's Longtanhou was obtained from military exploits. The martial arts you mentioned are just one enemy, but the martial arts he learned is the enemy of thousands.
"What your Majesty said, there seems to be nothing in this world that Wu Hou can't know."
"By the way, your Majesty, Wu Hou went to find a house today." Ma Xi said.
"Looking for a house? What kind of house is he looking for? Isn't he living well at Master Xia's house?" Wu Heng said.
Ma Xi shook: "This old slave doesn't know anymore. Maybe he feels dragging his family away for fear of disturbing Master Xia!"
Wu Heng thought for a while and said, "It's not impossible for you to say this. I was negligent in this matter, but didn't that kid just won two million taels of silver today? This kid is also enough for that kid to be in God's capital. Let’s buy a house here!"
"Your Majesty, it's correct to say that, but Wu Hou actually didn't catch it at all."
"Oh? What's going on?"
"The one million taels of Diao's family are IOUs, and the one million taels of Linghu's family, I heard that Wu Hou gave them all to Langyahou. So now, Wu Hou has no penny in his pocket."
"Niu Yaozu? They are so brotherly!" Wu Heng said with emotion.
Ma Xi glanced at Wu Heng and saw what he said just casually, but smiled: "Your Majesty’s most iron love in the world is never a friend of life and death. Wu Hou, Langya Hou, Cheng Xiaogong, the three of them are all It was the friendship between the people who went on the battlefield and the Tuguhun people. What's more, they were fighting alone to win more with less. This kind of life and death acquaintance from the battlefield together is far more than the acquaintance of life and death in the mouths of those green forest heroes. Much harder."
Wu Heng fell silent suddenly, and put his hands on the desk again, not knowing what he was thinking for a long time.
"Listening to you, this kind of sentiment really makes this lonely family envy me."
Looking at Wu Heng with a look of loneliness, Ma Xi didn't know how to step forward to comfort him. The emperor often said that he was a lonely person. This is really not self-effacing.
Because although the place where the emperor stood was unattainable, the area was too small, and it was only small enough to stand for one person. Since ancient times, anyone who stood there would be destined to be a lonely person.
"How is the investigation of Deng Shilou's case?"
"There are several ironclad evidences from Luan Nine Palaces, but your Majesty wants to deal with him, do you think about it? After all, Deng's family is the Mingyang County Lord, who was entrusted by Zetian Taizu. The forces are in the middle of the dynasty, and they are close to the right. There are a lot of people involved in him."
Wu Heng said, "Since my brother lacks a house, I can't make him chill!"
"Your Majesty... Is this giving a Duke's mansion to Wu Hou a little bit overstepped?"
"Exceeding the system? It's only a matter of time before the kid wants to use his ability, so why don't I advance a Duke's mansion for him?"
"Then there..."
"Didn't you say that Luan Jiugong has iron evidence in his hand?"
"But that's just smuggling of salt and iron. Isn't the crime a bit...somewhat unreasonable?"
Wu Heng glared at Ma Xi and said, "I can't make sense? If there weren't the ironwork of the Deng family, would the Tuyuhun in the west have so many steel knives? The Tatars in the east would dare to challenge me with knives? Maybe they even beat me with a stirrup. I don’t have any iron! How many of my Da Zhou Erlang died in battle over the years? And how many of them died on the so-called iron pot of his Deng family
The silver of his Deng family is filled with the blood of my Da Zhou Erlang. I am kind enough to just win the nobility of his Deng family, but you still can't say that? Ma Xizhen thinks you are getting more confused as you get older! "
Ma Xi quickly bowed to the ground and said, "Your Majesty calms down your anger, but the old slave is confused and asks your Majesty to calm down."
"Go tell Zuoxiang... (End of this chapter)