"The red boudoir and purple block fly in the daytime, and the frost is flying in the white jade pond.

I am in a mood recently, but the behind-the-scenes scenes of that year have been empty.

Dreaming about the dance pavilion and the singing pavilion, tears falling from King Qi and King Xue.

Looking back on the three springs of hardships, the wrong teachings are rooted in the good and the gang..."

In the lobby of the King of Wu Mansion, an old man in his sixties held a wine glass and walked drunk, chanting in the graceful dance of eight beautiful dancers. Every time he made a sound, he made people hear it, either like a sword and an iron cavalry, floating in the air; or like a wind crying, the birds are sad and the beasts are shocked, and the souls are intimidating.

There was indeed a banquet in the palace of King Wu.

Mao Xiang was standing, drunken. He swayed the wine in the glass and pointed at the old man in the field, and said to His Highness, the King of Wu, who also looked slightly red, "Prince... This is Liu Jingting... the famous General Liu... Before, Zhu Yi was talking about his storytelling... A sudden sound shook the sky, and the pearls swayed in a row, as if they were broken and suddenly continued to be ethereal. Only then did the songs cry and the storm suddenly listen to the wind and rain under the eaves, and the ghosts and gods stood in front of him, and the waves were rising back, and the forests and soldiers gathered in Kunyang. The guests were shocked and heard the color was unparalleled. They wanted to give them an exclamation...!"

"Okay!" Wu Zheng slapped the table vigorously and cheered loudly.

As the King of Wu cheered, Xia Wanchun also shouted loudly.

Ma Shiying even stood up, shook her head and said, "Prince...Mao Pijiang gave General Liu a poem..."

"Oh, Brother Pijiang... Come and listen quickly."

Mao Xiang put the wine glass on the table and put it heavily, and chanted loudly, "The golfer is bearded by Liu Jingting, Hui Xie laughs and scolds you never stop. Let's talk about the Sui family affairs again, and listen to Heting for one day..."

Wu Zheng applauded again.

At this time, Liu Jingting slowly stopped his momentum, walked to Wu Zheng, bowed and bowed, "The prince is too proud... The little people really dare not take it. Compared with the king of the government, he will lead the Northern Expedition and restore our China. The little people's tricks are undoubtedly the bright moon and are not worth mentioning!"

Wu Zheng pointed to the wine table, "General Liu is polite... Today, General Liu is happy, and it is rare... Please sit down and have a drink!"

"Yes...but the title of General Liu is nothing more than the nickname given to Xiaomin by the people. Xiaomin really dares to be the prince like this...!"

Wu Zheng laughed and said, "This place is not a court... I am also a good person and enjoy it!"

Liu Jingting no longer insisted, and the guest followed the host's will, bowed his hand and sat in the table.

Mao Xiang and Liu Jingting drank a drink together, and then said to Wu Zheng: "Your Majesty, the name of General Liu of Brother Kuiyu is reported in the army of Zuo Liangyu, the one who was reported in the army of the Marquis of Ningnan...!"

Wu Zheng was surprised, "I wonder what allusions are there?"

Liu Jingting shook his head and said, "Brother Pijiang is already unable to drink... The prince must not believe it easily. In fact, the nickname of Xiaomin is nothing more than Xiaomin's sharp mouth... When Ningnan Hou favored Xiaomin and often sent Xiaomin to Yingtian Mansion to work. The ministers in the court all respected him because Ningnan Hou had heavy troops in his hands, so he gave Xiaomin a nickname...!"

Wu Zheng understood that although Zuo Liangyu had heavy troops, he had never read any books. He was afraid that there were no scholars who were well-educated. Liu Jingting was a scholar and had a sharp mouth that was so bright that he had a political opinion that was basically consistent with Zuo Liangyu. So the two met too late, and it was reasonable to be close friends.

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Mao Pijiang recommended Mr. Liu to Gu several times... I wonder if Mr. Liu is willing to enter the officialdom?"

Liu Jingting smiled bitterly and said, "I have never concealed the prince. Xiaomin has been writing forty years. He has been to Shaoxing in the south, Wuchang in the west, Shuntian Prefecture in the north... Seeing the Tartars going south, the mountains and rivers wither, and the prince raised the flag of righteousness and regained the rivers and mountains... He was able to serve the prince because of his wish, but Xiaomin... is old and afraid he is powerless!"

Speaking of this, Liu Jingting bowed and said, "The little people have long been used to looking for food with their mouths... I hope to celebrate the majesty of the Northern Expedition King's Army in the public, and the benevolence of the prince is enough!"

Wu Zheng glanced at Mao Xiang, nodded and said, "Okay... OK... Mr. Liu has such a mind, it's really rare!"

Mao Xiang understood the truth and said to Liu Jingting: "Brother Kuiyu, the prince intends to let Brother Kuiyu enter the Hanming Festival for half a month to govern the current affairs, guide public opinion, and directly explain the current problems... I wonder what Brother Kuiyu wants?"

Liu Jingting was stunned when he heard this, "Han Ming Half Moon Talks?"

Wu Zheng smiled and nodded, "Mr. Liu's literary talent and eloquence are rare... Han Ming Banyuetan was founded by an orphan. Although he was not an official government office, he was also an official mouthpiece. His functions were as tailor-made as Mr. Liu...!"

Before Wu Zheng finished speaking, Liu Jingting knelt down excitedly, "I heard that Han Ming Banyuetan editor-in-chief is Mr. Wozi, Xiaomin has longed for it for a long time, but he just dared not ask for it... Xiaomin is willing..."

Wu Zheng stood up and helped Liu Jingting up, "The mouth is like a sword, the pen is like a knife, which can save people and kill people... The original intention of the Orphan founding Han Ming Banyuetan was to have a pen that could plead for the people in the field that the court could not see in the eyes of the court, and a mouth that could avenge the people... I hope Mr. Liu will live up to my trust!"

"Xiaomin... Jingting will never let down the prince's instructions!" Liu Jingting bowed again with tears in his eyes.

"Very good... From today on, Mr. Liu will be the manager of the Beijing Branch Office of Hanming Banyuetan!"

Liu Jingting quickly bowed and thanked him.

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "After a moment, Mr. Liu just listen... After listening, you must publish a notice in half a month to let the people of the world know who is the real traitor of the dynasty... and call on the knowledgeable people in the world to challenge him!"

"As for the order!"

Wu Zheng looked at Song An, and Song An clicked a little.

"Then call him in." Wu Zheng turned his head and ordered, "Get back on another seat!"

....

Mo Chenbo was already outside the palace gate and was waiting for more than half an hour.

It is definitely fake to say that he is not angry in his heart. After all, he was also sent by his father, and his father will become the chief assistant of the dynasty in two days.

It is said that the prime minister and the gatekeeper are third-rank officials, let alone the eldest son of the Mo family?

Even if it is public or private, he is also the biological father of the concubine of the King of Wu. Although he cannot be called a father-in-law, he does not have the name of a father-in-law, but he has the reality of a father-in-law!

But today, Mo Chenbo was blocked in the gatehouse of the King of Wu's Mansion and waited for half an hour. If his father hadn't given any advice, Mo Chenbo would have almost left.

It's almost, it's almost.

Because this will never become a reality, it’s not that Mo Chenbo is afraid that his father will blame him. In fact, if he can’t enter the mansion after waiting for half an hour, Mo Chenbo has enough reason to report to his father.

The real reason why Mo Chenbo did not leave was that Mo Chenbo himself did not want to leave.

Just when Mo Chenbo was full of self-pity, Song An came.

"Master Mo, my young master is invited!"

Mo Chenbo became even more angry. Even if he was not his father-in-law, he was still an elder. After waiting for so long, he came out to greet him in person. Even if he didn't go out and showed his face from a distance to the front yard, would that be respectful?

No matter how much I think about it, I have to go. Mo Chenbo's resentment has reached its peak at this time.
Chapter completed!