Martial arts immortality, I will eventually be invincible

Yu Zhaoan's mouth was like a blessing.

He said that if he wrote a confession, the old emperor would be very happy.

As expected, when the confession was placed in front of the old emperor, looking at the sincere, unadorned and simple words in it, the old emperor's mood, which had been gloomy for a long time, was rarely relieved. The sun shone in through the gap, and the corners of the old emperor's mouth slightly curled up and smiled.

Qiu Defu's heart was pounding as if he had seen a miracle. This is really the sun rising from the west. Since the prison robbery case, the old emperor has not smiled much, so he has no mood to go to the harem to turn over the cards. The palace servants serving in Taiji Palace have been replaced twice. If they are replaced again, where can they find so many smart people to serve.

Smile!

Smile!

Yu Zhaoan is a great contributor!

Qiu Defu made up his mind and seized the opportunity to say good things for Yu Zhaoan.

After the training in Tianlao, Yu Zhaoan, who has reformed himself, must speak very nicely and touchingly. Compared with those trolls in the court, he is much better.

He also hopes that there will be a capable civil servant who will stand up and compete with Jiang Tu for the position of a favorite minister regardless of decency and shamelessness. After searching for several years, he did not expect that the former troll Yu Zhaoan actually had this trait.

It is still Tianlao that trains people.

"Your Majesty, this Yu Zhaoan, I remember that he used to work in the Censorate. Should the Censorate be rectified?" Qiu Defu said this boldly.

The old emperor closed the book of repentance and half-closed his eyes as if thinking.

Qiu Defu waved his hand, and immediately a eunuch quietly replaced a cup of tea with just the right temperature, and the previous cup of tea was withdrawn.

The old emperor reached out, picked up the teacup and took a sip. The temperature was just right, and it was the taste he liked. After drinking tea, he seemed to be in a better mood. "Issue an order to pardon Yu Zhaoan. Let him come to the palace to see me!"

"Yes!"

Qiu Defu was delighted. He thought that after seeing that it was Yu Zhaoan, he had to give him a good warning and told him not to be a troll again. The court was not short of trolls, but rather short of ministers who were knowledgeable and could share the emperor's worries.

Why was Jiang Tu favored? In addition to Jiang Tu's honeyed mouth, he was also because he could share the old emperor's worries. When the old emperor was short of money, he made money for him. When the old emperor wanted to kill someone, he was willing to be the knife and rush to the front, even if he was branded as a traitor.

It was just that Jiang Tu's methods were too clumsy, whether he made money or killed people, which aroused the wrath of heaven and people. After all, he had little education, limited knowledge, and no wise counselors to give him advice.

A wise counselor would naturally not board Jiang Tu's broken ship.

The decree soon arrived at the Tianlao.

Yu Zhaoan received the imperial edict respectfully, and after sending off the eunuch who delivered the imperial edict, he waved to Chen Guanlou in the crowd.

Chen Guanlou first sent away the jailers, walked forward, and said with a bow: "Congratulations, Lord Yu, your wish has come true, and you have a bright future."

Yu Zhaoan smiled reservedly, "I have said before that I am not inferior to anyone in guessing the old emperor's mind. The map of the river is even more of a piece of cake. It depends on whether I am willing to do it. Now I have figured it out, and some things must be done by me."

Chen Guanlou gestured a thumbs up, "You are awesome!"

Seeing this, Yu Zhaoan smiled proudly, "What did I say before? As long as I write a letter of repentance, I can get out of prison. I will ask you one last time, are you willing to follow me? When the time comes, I will arrange a job for you as a clerk, and you will get a lot of money."

Chen Guanlou laughed, "Thank you for your respect for me. I'd better stay in the Tianlao and wait for you to enter the palace again."

Damn!

A dog can't spit out ivory.

Although Yu Zhaoan had been mentally prepared for the second imprisonment, he had anticipated this when he wrote a letter of repentance. However, he really didn't like to hear this from Chen Guanlou, as if the second imprisonment was his destined fate, too unlucky.

"You, you are good in every way, but it's a pity that you have a mouth." Yu Zhaoan complained.

Chen Guanlou laughed and didn't care. He personally opened the prison door and invited Yu Zhaoan to the outer ear room, arranged for someone to get hot water and clean clothes. At the same time, he sent someone to notify the Yu family.

After changing and washing, Yu Zhaoan finally looked like a human being, washing away the stench and mental pollution of the prison, and the whole person was full of energy, as if he was going to fight on the battlefield.

Chen Guanlou had to remind him, "You should take it easy. Doctor Mu said that your legs need to be carefully maintained. You can't stand for a long time. You need to exercise moderately every day. You can't use force for the time being. Doctor Mu's medicine is excellent. He can cure your broken legs. He didn't make you a cripple. Hey, why did the eldest master of the Marquis's Mansion become a cripple? Logically, he can get better treatment."

He couldn't figure it out.

The eldest master's leg was broken when he fell off his horse while hunting. After the injury healed, he was left disabled.

I think, no matter how serious the eldest master's broken leg is, it is about the same as Yu Zhaoan's. The leg of the dignified Marquis was actually disabled, but Yu Zhaoan, a prisoner, was able to cure it. Although he is still unable to walk, it is only a matter of time.

Yu Zhaoan said something meaningful, "In many cases, the Tianlao is the safest place. You can think about it from another angle. Maybe someone doesn't want him to recover as before, or the disabled Pingjiang Marquis is more reassuring."

Chen Guanlou was shocked. He had thought about whether the old lady of the Marquisate was secretly plotting against the master and secretly tampering with the medicine.

According to Yu Zhaoan, the master's disability came from the will of someone in a higher position. Who else could it be? Naturally, it was the big boss in the palace.

"So timid?" he asked in a low voice.

Yu Zhaoan sneered, "There are not many nobles of this generation who can fight, and those who can fight and win are rarer. Your eldest master is the best. Back then, the noble heirs of his age were led by him. His circle only needs five or eight years of accumulation and development to exert unimaginable influence in the court. Do you think he will be timid?"

"This...isn't it cutting off one's own wings?" Chen Guanlou said so.

Yu Zhaoan's eyes were full of disdain, as if he was laughing at why the other party was so naive, "It's just a broken leg, not a life. He doesn't need to charge to the front line in person in the war. He only needs to sit in the central army camp to command and dispatch. Not to mention that only one leg is broken, even if both legs are broken, it will not affect the command of the entire army."

What a reasonable point!

Chen Guanlou was speechless for a while.

"Aren't you afraid that the master will feel resentful?"

"Even if he feels resentful, what can he do? Can he still rebel?" Yu Zhaoan smiled, "Look at me, I am the best example. In the end, I still have to bow my head obediently, please him, and seek a future. What he wants is the submission of his subjects. Especially the submission of unruly subjects, which can make him very happy."