It's just that the courage of this Diao family is too fat! He dared to openly pursue and kill a country in the imperial capital, did he fail to take the law of the Great Zhou in his eyes, or did he fail to put the emperor Wu Heng in his eyes
Maybe it's both! You must know that Diao Wumao's official position as the minister of ritual is the iron proof that the emperor compromised with the Shandong clique.
This time I played a big game. I knew that things were going to be so big, so I should let Cheng Xiaojin's boy bring Zuo Xiaowei's men and horses before doing it.
Now I only hope that Luanyin's little witch will not be too stupid. She rushes for reinforcements. Of course, she has enough manpower. The Diao family is already mad. If there are a small number of people, this madman can't be done.
Diao Mansion, Diao Wumao's study room, the candlelight was wrong and Huang pulled Diao Wumao's figure in front of the desk on the wall with great power.
Diao Wumao sat peacefully on the chair of the master, but his son Diao Sikun was already sweating on his forehead, and he lingered in front of the desk and restless.
Seeing this reappearance, Diao Wumao's heart was a little upset, but after thinking about it, he decided to endure it. After all, his son was still young, and it was normal for him to experience such a thing for the first time and he was nervous. Think about it thirty years ago. Isn't he a bear-like self
Thinking about this, Diao Wumao's mood immediately improved a lot, and he smiled and said, "What is Kun'er worried about?"
Diao Sikun stopped and hesitated for a while and said, "Father, is it really appropriate for us to make things so big? It must be a god but not Shandong."
Diao Wumao smiled slightly while holding on to the desk, and said like a mountain king: "Wealth can make ghosts grind. As long as our majesty does not leave the palace, he is a deaf and blind."
"But what if Linghuzhi is unreliable?" Diao Sikun asked.
Diao Wumao smiled slightly: "That's a million taels of silver! Linghu Zhi is not reliable, but his father, Linghu Deshuo, is notoriously reliable. As long as the money is sufficient, there is no such thing in the world. Things that can't be done."
"But in case..."
Diao Wumao knew that he was scaring himself now. When people were nervous, he liked to make such mistakes. In order not to let his son scare him to death, Diao Wumao decisively interrupted him and said: "Don't think too much about the matter at this point. Anyway, it's not his Wu Zheng who died tonight, or you and my father and son. Do you want our Diao family to be ruined, or do you want Wu Zheng to die?"
Diao Sikun said without even thinking: "Of course that guy died, and the child can't wait to eat his flesh and sleep his skin."
"That's fine, come over and have a cup of tea for my father, and wait patiently for the good news from Tanaka."
Hearing his father mentioned Tanaka Prefecture, Diao Sikun's heart suddenly became more confident. This Tanaka Prefecture is the head of the famous blood pond sect in the rivers and lakes. There are more than a thousand disciples in the sect. There are no fewer than five masters.
Among them, Tian Zhongzhou was a master of the master level. This kind of power, let alone destroying him, Wu Zheng, was enough even to protect his father and son from this invincible god.
And the Diao family has sponsored the Blood Pond Sect for many years, and even the old head of the Blood Pond Sect has saved his life. This time he is not afraid that Tanakashu will not serve his life.
Diao Sikun sat down opposite Diao Wumao and picked up a cup of tea that I didn't know if it was cold or hot from the table. Although his arms were a little trembling from the cold, his mood had calmed down a lot.
This made Diao Wumao feel relieved to see that his son looks like a nerd, but his ambition is much stronger than he was back then.
Blue is better than blue because of blue, so it's a big white.
But at this time, there was no wine in the study, only a pot of tea that had been so cool. Diao Wumao laughed, picked up the teacup in Diao Sikun's puzzled eyes, and took a sip for himself.
"The tea is a bit cold, so we can re-drink it before drinking it."
Located in the dustpan street between Xiushanfang and Yongfengfang, two horse-drawn carriages galloped in the dark, and countless black shadows on the tops on both sides rose and fell, chasing the two horse-drawn carriages.
In the carriage, Wu Zheng looked at the street scene that flashed quickly outside the carriage, but he was worried when he was going to run like this!
What happens even if you run home? By then, there will be more people who will die. They will all be born and die together... (End of this chapter)