The Great Tang: World Martial God

Wu Wangfu.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the night was getting darker.

The wind chimes that were blown by the night breeze occasionally made a few quiet sounds. Melodious and long, charming memories.

King Wu wore a large cloak, standing under the eaves, looking up at the silver plate in the sky, as if he was speaking, as if he was talking to himself.

"The elder is upright and upright and understands righteousness."

"Looking back at the encounter in Qingzhou tea house back then, Bingzhuye talked, talked about family and country, and chatted, how happy it was."

"Although it's a forgotten acquaintance, but it's a good start."

Speaking of this memory, a wistful smile hung on his stern face.

The whisper, like a low chant, paused for a moment, and sounded again like a drizzle.

"Unexpectedly, when I see it now, time has passed and things are different."

King Wu sighed softly, lowered his head, said.

"It's close at hand, but I can't see each other, it's sad."

Under the cover of the night, King Wu, who has always been cautious, would also lift the veil of indifference, revealing a touch of sorrow.

The guard behind him looked at the figure in front of him, rubbing his eye sockets, and couldn't help but move slightly.

"His Royal Highness..."

The words hadn't been spoken yet, the figure in front of him had already raised his palms, and there was a touch of firmness in the calm divine secret.

"No need!"

"The loneliness and the Confucian scholars are deeply involved. If you intervene in this matter, it will only make the situation worse."

The guard looked at the figure in front, frowning, said.

"Today, Zhang Zhengguo gave Zhang Xian a message to the reporter."

After a pause, the guard said solemnly.

"Tang Hao, moved to kill."

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Wu's figure was slightly shaken, but he did not speak.

After a while, Wu Wang smiled faintly and said.

"It's high."

"As a minister, Zhang Lao talked about the way of being a king, and he denounced his father and the emperor, and his words were fierce."

"It seems that Tang Hao has not refuted it, but in fact, he has already listed Zhang Lao as a minister, but did not respect the court of the emperor and ministers. There is evidence and the evidence is conclusive."

"Just a few words with words, it is a confrontation, it seems, in this imperial city, there is an indispensable debate."

The guard was not as clear as King Wu, and spoke out the doubts in his heart.

"His Royal Highness, but the guilt committed by Mr. Zhang is so."

"You are so sure. This is just a debate. Tang Hao won't get rid of Lao Zhang by virtue of Tang Law?"

King Wu patted the guard on the shoulder and said relaxedly.

"How can a courtier whose hands are stained with the blood of scholars join a courtier who is full of benevolence and morality?"

"Tang Hao is not stupid, and the emperor is not stupid."

With a big hand, Wang Wu walked forward slowly and said loudly.

"Let's watch the show, a Confucian debate will begin vigorously in this imperial city."

At the corner, the voice of King Wu came.

"This debate, I am afraid that some old things will be turned up."

...

Marquis Mansion.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone brilliance and shines on the roof tiles.

The lifelike flying cranes carved on the lings seem to dance lightly to face the rising sun.

Tang Hao, who had been thinking about it all night, also slowly awakened from his dream.

Tang Hao's deliberate rhetoric yesterday was for Zhang Xian to stand up.

As for the deep meaning of this, Tang Hao didn't dare to confirm whether this old stubbornness could understand it clearly.

Freshly washed, Tang Hao stretched his waist and came to the hall.

The busy domestic servants greeted them one after another, and then they started to work on their own.

Around the hall, there are a few low stools, serving green tea and pastries.

Those who come are guests and treat others with courtesy, which is a culture that has been passed down in China for thousands of years.

Tang Hao would naturally not neglect.

Wu Tong slowly walked from outside the hall, approached Tang Hao's ear, and whispered.

"Subordinates have found out that Zhang Zhengguo has a very close relationship with Wang Wei. As for the purpose of this time, it seems to be coming with a firearm."

After the respectful report, he stopped talking.

Wu Tong is the servant and Tang Hao is the master.

There is a difference between master and servant, indifferent Wu Tong is a person who abides by etiquette and rarely gets too far away.

The decision-making power is naturally Tang Hao's.

Tang Hao groaned slightly, looking across the corridor and looking at the figure on the opposite side who was still struggling to write a few words before the case.

With a faint smile, Tang Hao said.

"Let him go, even if he finds out about the firearms, the material will be the biggest problem."

"I didn't feel right when he was allowed to enter the house, but now it seems that it really made me guess."

While talking, Tang Hao looked at Wu Tong, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"On Chaoyang, Li Tai's careful thinking is to win over the court and confront these great Confucian forces."

"Behind all this, it is Wang Wu."

"From the beginning to the present, King Wu has always been active. I guess that today's debate will not be good at 80%. King Wu will ask His Majesty to quell the Confucian scholars accordingly."

While speaking, the female steward led a group of people and came slowly.

"Master Hou, great scholars, here comes!"

As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Xian's jokingly angry voice came.

"What? Just argue in your mansion?"

"Where is King Tang? Why didn't he arrive?"

Still that stubbornness, Tang Hao's mouth raised slightly, said.

"Lao Zhang once said that I, Mr. Tang, in his position, do not seek political affairs, and I am actually a criminal minister."

"And Lao Zhang is a criminal, insulting the royal family and committing a rebellious crime."

"Since we are half-and-half, the duel is considered fair, why use your majesty to witness?"

Zhang Xian's face sank, and he said with a cold snort.

"Sharp teeth!"