The day of the palace discussion has arrived, and this day is just the first day of November, that is, the New Year's Day of the new year.

Zhao Shuo's eyes wandered on many young Zhao sons, and everyone couldn't help but feel a little excited.

It is well known that Zhao Shuo will have an escort guarding him in any occasion. This tradition comes from his father Zhao Dun.

Wei Xiang thought this was a very smart decision, at least he was much smarter than Caesar, who was most likely to become the First Emperor in the Western world.

The only thing that made Wei Xiang feel a little regretful was that today Zhao Shuo's personal guard obviously had no chance with him.

Suddenly, Wei Xiang and a person standing beside Zhao Shuo faced each other.

Lou Ying.

Lou Ying was yawning. Judging from his deep eye sockets and large dark circles, Wei Xiang had reason to think that this guy had spent these days on women.

When Lou Ying saw Wei Xiang, his eyes suddenly lit up and he smiled at Zhao Shuo.

"Zhao Meng, didn't this Wei Xiang say something interesting during the palace discussion a while ago? This time, why not let him follow him."

After Lou Ying's words fell, everyone's eyes instantly gathered on Wei Xiang.

Most of the eyes are not kind.

Wei Xiang was surprised at Lou Ying's proposal, and then immediately understood Lou Ying's intention.

This guy is just afraid that the world will not be in chaos.

Neither Yuan Tong nor Ping Kuo came, but this guy came here, maybe it was for this scene.

Zhao Shuo was obviously reminded by Lou Ying, and his eyes fell on Wei Xiang.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Shuo said: "Then let's go to Wei Xiang."

In terms of force, Wei Prime Minister undoubtedly left a very deep impression on Zhao Shuo.

So, amid the screams of envy and jealousy, Wei Xiang walked out and followed Zhao Shuo into the carriage.

This time the carriage was a convertible and had an umbrella cover on it, which was also a common carriage style for the nobles in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Wei Xiang stood on the carriage and suddenly heard Zhao Shuo's voice: "Wei Xiang."

Wei Xiang said: "I am here."

Zhao Shuo looked at Wei Xiang and asked lightly: "What do you think about this Xinqing now?"

Wei Xiang replied with little hesitation: "My current thought is no different from the last time."

Zhao Shuo shook his head and didn't say anything.

The palace city of Jin State has arrived.

Under the main hall, many Jin ministers and officials were climbing up the stairs. After seeing Zhao Shuo arrive, they gathered up one after another.

"Zhao Meng, Zhao must be sure to win the choice of Xinqing this time."

"Zhao Meng, what do you want to give me some advice?"

"Zhao Meng..."

The people who surrounded him were basically from the Zhao family. Zhao Shuo responded with a gentle smile, and his every move was as good as Zhao Dun back then.

It was harmonious, and both Zhao Shuo and these Zhao fans seemed to be determined to win this position.

A moment later, Zhao Shuo went up to the hall surrounded by everyone, and Wei Xiang also followed. The guards outside the palace saw the long sword hanging around Wei Xiang's waist, but no one stopped him.

The backs of Zhao and his group fell into the eyes of those who arrived later.

Zhishou, the head of the Zhi family, who followed Lin's father from the Bank of China, snorted coldly and said, "These Zhao family members look so crazy. Do you really think the position of the Qing is a foregone conclusion?"

Lin's father in the Bank of China still looked like he was not too busy before. He looked up at Zhao Shuo and others, and said slowly: "After all, Zhao is a six-official master in a family, so it is normal for him to have such an idea."

Zhishou was obviously very upset, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Brother, do we really want to cooperate with that old thief this time?"

Lin's father from the Bank of China glanced at Zhishou: "Do you have any other opinions?"

Zhishou said: "If it weren't for it last time, then it was missing..."

Lin's father shook his head and interrupted Zhishou's words: "I lost to Zhao Meng last time. Do you understand? As for the fact that although I became the Shangqing, I am still the Zhongqing now. Who said that I must have lived longer than me?"

Zhishou was silent for a moment and whispered: "I'm not convinced."

Lin's father from the Bank of China said lightly: "There is nothing to be convinced, this is politics."

What was strange was that the two of them did not walk up while talking, but stood under the steps of the palace.

Until a person arrives.

The Jin State's doctors and scholars got off the carriage, and then they saw Lin's father in the Central Army.

The Shihui's face obviously didn't look very good.

"Scholars and Doctors." Lin's father smiled and greeted the Scholars.

The scholar was stunned for a moment, and then bowed and bowed: "Zhongxing Bo."

Lin's father from the Bank of China walked to the meeting with a smile, and after returning a greeting, he said, "Strange and Doctor, you rarely go to my husband's side recently. Why? Do you think I am the kind of person with a narrow mind?"

The Shihui's face changed significantly, and then he smiled bitterly: "Zhongxing Bo has misunderstood, it's really..."

Lin's father in the Central Bank laughed and interrupted the Shihui's words: "I understand, and I understand. You and I have been old friends for many years, so there is no need to have a rift because of this, the scholar-official doctor."

The scholar looked up and looked at Lin's father in surprise.

As a close friend who has been with Lin's father of the Central Bank for many years, the Shuihui is actually very clear about Lin's father of the Central Bank for the desire to be the Supreme Lord.

After the fierce debate between the two in the palace during the Qiu Sheng, the friendship between the Scholar and Lin's father in the Central Committee was probably almost over.

Today, Lin’s father in the Bank of China actually took the initiative to show his goodwill to the scholars. What is this situation?

Shi Hui was a little confused and didn't know what to say for a while.

Lin's father in the School of Central China smiled and said, "It's not too late for scholars and officials, so let's go with me."

The Shihui responded subconsciously, and then followed Zhongxing Lin's father and Zhishou to go side by side.

In the midst of waves, the laughter of Lin's father was passed down on the steps.

A carriage arrived again. This time, Xian Gu and Luan Dun, among the Six Qings, arrived one after another, walking side by side.

Halfway through the way, Xiangu suddenly asked Luan Dun an inexplicable question: "I heard that Zhao plans to recommend Han Jue this time, what do you think?"

Luan Dun said lightly: "It has nothing to do with me."

Xiangu nodded thoughtfully and stopped talking.

When Xiangu and Luan Dun were almost on the top of the steps, the last one, who was also the most noble minister in Jin State, was missing.

He still looked a little indifferent and casual, but he was not allowed to get off the carriage. His gray hair and beard fluttered in the wind, showing a big smile, and he muttered to himself softly.

“What a good weather.”

In the sky, snowflakes fell down.
Chapter completed!