Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 19 What is the surname of the world (three)

At the same time, in Weiyang Palace.

Late at night, it was already the time for all things to sleep. However, the Empress Dowager Wang Zhengjun did not sleep in Changxin Hall at this moment.

In a small side room in Changxin Hall, a copper palace lantern was lit up lightly and darkly. The shape of the palace lantern was a palace lantern with both hands, holding the lamp holder with his left hand, and the big sleeve of his right hand was shrouded on the lamp holder. The smoke from the burning lamp oil all entered the sleeve of the palace lantern, and no trace was leaked.

It was late autumn at this time, and the north wind had already blown. Even if the windows were closed tightly, you could hear the north wind blowing outside the window. However, even though the stove had already been burned in the room, the Empress Dowager was still holding a small warmer in her hand, and she refused to let go.

She was cold. After meeting her nephew Wang Mang that day, her whole body was as if she was immersed in ice water. No matter it was the sunlight at noon or the burning stove, it seemed that she could not bring a trace of warmth to her cold body.

Wang Zhengjun lay tilted on the couch, and not far from her, a middle-aged man in his thirties was kneeling. His eyebrows were narrow and his nose was as sharp as a knife. Although he was respectful and obedient when facing Wang Zhengjun, his expression was always filled with a dangerous aura.

"The Empress Dowager, if you don't make a decision, it will be too late."

The man crawled in front of Wang Zhengjun and said softly.

However, he waited for a long time, but never waited for Wang Zhengjun's answer. The Empress Dowager's eyelids were still half open and half closed, and she could only gently caress the hand of the furnace in her arms, indicating that she was not asleep.

The man looked like he was not impatient at all, and he was still crawling on the ground, waiting calmly.

On the lower face, there was no trace of nervousness or anxiety, but instead he was full of confidence.

He knew that since the Empress Dowager took the initiative to summon him today and met him alone in this small room, the final outcome was already destined.

The only question is how long it takes for the Empress Dowager to make that decision.

Time passed by little by little, and in the room, the Empress Dowager was gently stroking the slightest stroke of the stove.

Finally, the man who had been looking down at the ground heard the Queen Mother's voice.

"Zhang Chong, are you sure?"

The Queen Mother's voice was very soft, although old, but not hoarse. When she spoke this sentence, she did not pause or hesitate.

"I have a complete solution!"

The man named Zhang Chong was delighted, raised his head and looked at the Empress Dowager, and replied firmly.

"Talk to old man."

Wang Zhengjun still had no expression on his face, and he just said softly.

"It will be the winter solstice soon. When the son was young, Wang Mang would personally preside over the sacrifices in the suburbs of Shanglinyuan. As a disciple, I am in charge of the matter of the Linyuan garrison. He will come to discuss this matter with me. I have prepared poisoned wine to wait for Wang Mang to arrive. Even if this plan fails, I still have more than 20 dead soldiers under my command, and I will be punished by the sword and will be punished by Wang Mang."

Wang Zhengjun was silent for a long time and sighed softly: "It has come to this point. For the sake of the great man and the survival of my Wang family, I can only take a try."

"My memory, thank you for your kindness!" After hearing Wang Zhengjun's promise, Zhang Chong's face suddenly showed a hint of joy and he kowtowed heavily.

"Then you go now." Wang Zhengjun raised his hand gently, looked at Zhang Chong and bowed and walked out of the room. She was the only one left in the small room.

"Jujun, Jujun... It's not that my aunt can't tolerate you. It's just... you've gone too far."

Wang Zhengjun sighed and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

...

In the afternoon, in the room, Wang Mang was half lying on the couch, leaning against his body. On a bed beside the couch, his disciple Wang Mu sat.

Wang Mang held the prayer letter in his hand, and a faint smile passed through his face.

The visit came from Zhang Chong, the man from Qimen, who invited him to go to the banquet tomorrow to discuss the winter solstice sacrifice to the heavens...

"Is it going to start finally?"

Wang Mang closed the prayer letter in his hand, raised his head and looked at Wang Mu beside him: "Mu'er, do you think, should I go?"

"Of course not." Wang Mu shook his head: "Although the court is calm on the surface, the crack between the Empress Dowager and the teacher is getting bigger and bigger. It's just that my father and others still have a trace of fantasy in their hearts."

Wang Mu paused and continued, "Zhang Chongnai and Empress Dowager Zhang is just a clerk. In terms of identity, how can he compare with the teacher? Even if he wants to discuss the sacrifice to heaven, he should come to the teacher's mansion in person. Humph, ask the teacher to go to the banquet... Maybe, I'm afraid it will be another Hongmen banquet."

"Hongmen Banquet...Who said no? Han Zhuo." Wang Mang smiled and called Han Zhuo softly.

In the shadow of the corner of the house, Han Zhuo walked out slowly. Even though he had long been accustomed to his appearance like this, Wang Mu was still slightly startled.

He was like Wang Mang's shadow. No matter at any time, as long as Wang Mang gave him instructions, he would appear beside him. No matter how long he had been in that corner, he would never attract people's attention. It was like a small stone that was inconspicuous, covered with dust, and no one would take a look at it. Except... when he moved.

He slowly walked to Wang Mang's side, knelt on one knee, waiting for Wang Mang's instructions. After being told by Wang Mang many times, he was stubborn and finally turned his kneeling position from both knees to one knee.

"How many people have Zhang Chong arranged?" Wang Mang asked lightly.

"Twenty-two people." Han Zhuo replied in a deep voice. After saying that, he thought about it and continued to add: "Fifteen of them are Zhang Chong's subordinates. Among the guards in Shanglinyuan, they are completely loyal to his private subordinates. The four are rangers recruited by Zhang Chong from Bingzhou, and they are proficient in swordsmanship. The remaining three are the Huns."

"Huns?" Wang Mang sneered: "In order to kill me, even the Huns have been recruited? It seems that my aunt has really made up her mind."

Wang Mu, who was standing beside him, was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

He had no idea when Han Zhuo investigated this information and how it could be investigated so clearly.

"Twenty-two people..." Wang Mang gently knocked on the bed where he sat on the bed, and his voice was melodious: "Fifteen guards, four Bingzhou rangers, three Huns... It seems that this is the best person Zhang Chong can find. If you want to kill me, this situation is enough, enough..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly looked at Han Zhuo, his eyes as lightning:

"Han Zhuo, then you might be the one who is these twenty-two people?"

Han Zhuo raised his head, his eyes were calm, and he looked straight at Wang Mang without a moment. After a while, he showed a slightly disdainful smile: "Just a group of native chickens and tiles."

"Okay! It's just a native chicken and a tile dog!"

Wang Mang clapped his hands heavily, stood up on the couch with a long smile, and walked to Wang Mu: "Mu'er, then do you want to go and see the group of native chickens and tiled dogs with me?"

It was not until he heard this that Wang Mu understood what Wang Mang meant. His expression suddenly changed and he knelt down on the ground with a thud: "Teacher must not take any danger!"

"Danger? What kind of danger will there be?" Wang Mang pulled Wang Mu in front of him with a strong force and laughed: "If I don't even have this confidence, how can I dare to hold the ideal of changing the world? This is my confidence in Han Zhuo, and it is also my confidence in myself. Don't forget, I am a person who carries the destiny!"

"But...what's the point!" Wang Mu eagerly grasped his teacher's sleeve: "Teacher! Are you doing this just to prove your confidence in yourself?"

"Of course not." Wang Mang shook his head slowly: "You must know that your father and others are still illusions until now, thinking that there is still room for ease between me and the Empress Dowager."

"but……"

Wang Mu was about to speak, but was interrupted by Wang Mang's wave of his hand: "Sit down and listen to me."

Wang Mu looked at the teacher for a while, and saw the firmness revealed in his eyes. He finally nodded and turned around and sat back on the Hu bed.

"No one knows the whole Wang family except you, nor can anyone understand what I think. Your father cannot, Wang Xun cannot. Even my aunt served three generations of emperors and was in charge of the government as the Empress Dowager of the Tai Dynasty, but she still cannot."

"She is a woman from the Wang family, but she is also the Empress Dowager of the Han Dynasty. In its opinion, the world should belong to the Han Dynasty and the Liu family. The peak of the Wang family is at most a powerful relative of the court and the country. The Wang family should obtain power and wealth, but the premise is that it must be under the framework of maintaining the Han Dynasty."

"And now, what I did has made her feel dangerous." Wang Mang laughed: "This danger is not only for her, but also for the Wang family, but also for the great man in her mind."

"But... the great man must perish." Wang Mu murmured.

"Yes, the great man must perish. Unfortunately, no one except you and me would think so." Wang Mang sighed: "So, when the Empress Dowager realized my thoughts, from that moment on, there would be no room for compromise between me and her."

"But...what does that have anything to do with attending a banquet?" Wang Mu frowned: "With your current strength, even if you break up with the Empress Dowager openly now, you will not be afraid. It is too... to go to the danger in person..."

"No, not enough."

Wang Mang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Your father Wang Yi and Wang Xun have not really seen the current reality clearly. Last night was my temptation to them, but the final result disappointed me."

Wang Mu sighed. He naturally knew his father's thoughts very clearly.

"I don't think they will stand on the side of the Empress Dowager. But even if it's just a little hesitation or a little bit, I must not let it exist. So, I must help them and see the reality in front of me."

"I see."

Wang Mu pondered for a long time and finally nodded: "So, when should they come?"

"Very good." Wang Mang looked at his only student with satisfaction and smiled with relief: "You already know what to do without explaining it. Then..."

Wang Mang thought for a while: "Then, it's half an hour before we went to the banquet. I think Zhang Chong wouldn't have that much patience."

"Yes, I understand." After Wang Mu said that, he raised his head and looked at his teacher, his eyes full of worry: "It's just... I'm still worried, if..."
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