Male Supporting Strategy [Quick Transmigration]

The No. 13 annual banquet in the Tiande Dynasty was still full of singing and dancing. The princes, concubines, princesses and lords spread out a long banquet, filling the hall to the brim.

Although the emperor of this dynasty converted to Buddhism early, he considers himself a lay disciple, and he has the most descendants among the emperors of all dynasties, so the annual banquet is also lively every year.

At this time, there were staggered wines and cups in the hall, and there were chatter and laughter between the fragrant clothes and the shadows on the temples. Only the emperor sitting in the middle of the front of the hall smiled with a sad face and tried his best to avoid spoiling the auspiciousness of the new year, but it seemed very forced.The people below are all grown-ups in the palace, and they all saw that the emperor was not interested, so they didn't bother, just chatting and laughing with each other for fun.

When the banquet was in the middle, the night was getting dark, the emperor was already a little drowsy, his eyes were foggy, and he could only hold on to not fall down.

At this moment, the extravagant music in the hall came to an abrupt end, and everyone in the hall froze in place, but the emperor didn't react much, instead he felt much more peaceful and comfortable in his ears.

Immediately afterwards, a cold and compassionate voice of the Buddha came from far and near outside the hall.

The emperor woke up suddenly, looked around in a daze, and only after three or four back and forth did he fix his eyes on the front.At the beginning, there was doubt in his eyes, but in the end he turned into surprise. This Buddhist voice did not come from any eminent monk in the palace, but its appeal was much stronger than that of the eminent monks in the palace.

An idea popped into the emperor's mind, and he hurriedly asked, "Which eminent monk is outside the hall?"

The people outside the hall did not answer, but continued to read the scriptures, but the fifth prince in the third row from the left in the hall stood up and cupped his hands: "Return to Father, the person outside the hall is Master Xu Ming, an eminent monk from Chang'an Temple in the suburbs of the city."

When the word came out, everyone was shocked.Chang'an Temple Xuming has been a popular figure in Jinling City recently, whether it is an ordinary official or a nobleman, whoever can sneak a day, mostly reads about him.When it was reported that Xu Ming refused the emperor's invitation and wanted to stay in Chang'an Temple, a rare ruined temple, instead of entering the palace, the topic of chatting became more fermented, and everyone was guessing what this eminent monk was seeking.

On the eve of this day, the fifth prince Ning An actually invited the eminent monk Xu Ming who the emperor had invited several times but failed to invite. It is really surprising.

Compared to the astonishment of everyone in the hall, the emperor on the dragon chair was overjoyed, and immediately waved his hand and said: "Old Five! Invite Master Xu Ming into the hall."

Before he finished speaking, his face became tense again, he waved his hands and said: "No! I will personally invite Master Xu Ming!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of what other people thought, he immediately got up from the dragon chair, straightened his clothes, supported the arm stretched out by the servant beside him, and hurried out of the hall all the way.

Not a little while later, in the quiet hall due to the sudden incident, the excited and pious words that the emperor had deliberately suppressed came in, one sentence after another, the voice was not too loud, even more noisy than a yellow-mouthed child, It's really... detrimental to the sanctuary.

Concubine Gao, who was sitting next to the emperor in the hall, glanced at the vacant seat beside her, shook her head and closed her eyes, unable to bear to look any further.

Apart from being stunned, most of the people in the lower ranks were watching the excitement, only the first few seats in the first column on the left were really accompanying the excitement.

In the second position from the left, the fourth prince's cup was overturned, the wine spilled all over the floor, his face was even more ferocious, and the veins on his clenched fists were bulging.He has never benefited from the matter of the bureaucracy, and now the fifth child wants to go out to become a monk, which is really hateful.

Sweeping to the right, Ning An was nodding and smiling at him with a smug expression on his face, and then to the right, the old nine Ning Yi didn't care, eating and drinking as usual, posing as a fisherman watching the fight between snipe and clam.

On the left of the fourth prince Ning Lang, Ning Zhi glanced at the undercurrents of the brothers on the right, raised his glass to cover his mouth and chuckled, everything was really going according to what Zhao Bai said.

Then just wait patiently for the good show to start.

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On New Year's Eve, the emperor talked with Xu Ming by holding candles until dawn. On the second day, he specially cleaned up an empty palace and named it "Prajna Palace", which was exclusively for Xu Ming to live in. All the servants' supplies were the same as the emperor's residence. .

Since then, the emperor no longer summoned other monks, let alone set foot in the harem, and only talked about Buddhism with Xu Ming every day. If no one reminded him, he would not even notice the passage of time.If he didn't inform him in advance, even Prime Minister Zhao and Marquis Wu would be turned away when they went to see him.

Prime Minister Zhao learned how to behave after being shut down once, and finished playing all the affairs in the early morning, and never stayed behind to bother him.

But Marquis Wu didn't know why, every time he deliberately displeased the emperor, he didn't say a word in the early morning, and handed over a sign to see him saying that there was something urgent to report.However, the real face is holy, most likely it is some small troubles happening somewhere on the border, or a group of bandits coming from a village or county, all of which can be decided by him.

If the emperor didn't see him, he would kneel in front of the Dengwen drum at the palace gate without moving, and if the emperor didn't see him, he wouldn't leave.

However, this move did not work. Every time before the key was released in the imperial city, I would see Marquis Wu coming out from there with a sullen face, very irritable all over his body.

Since then, this monk has been rewarded all the way, and his rank has been raised step by step, but they are all empty positions, just adding a noble and pleasant status.The government and the public inevitably talked about it, and then the emperor should still go up to the court, and the batch of memorials should be approved, and the relief of disasters in various places has not been left behind in the past years.

Generally speaking, apart from the addition of a monk, the ruling and opposition parties of the Great Zhou Dynasty have not changed much, but Wu Hou is getting more and more disliked by the emperor.

When this matter reached Zhao Bai's ears without any omission, he just smiled lightly and didn't say much.The matter has only just begun, and the future has to slowly ferment, so there is no need to rush to shout about your own ability and credit.

When the news was reported below, Ning Zhi was reading and writing with Zhao Bai to pass the long time. Anyway, except for Ning An in Jinling City, no one suspected him and Zhao Bai, so why bother to hide and ask for trouble.

"How do you know that Ning An will definitely go to Xu Ming?" Seeing Zhao Bai's reaction, Ning Zhi asked suddenly with a half-obvious curiosity on his cold face.

Zhao Bai glanced at him sideways, a pair of black obsidian beads were full of flair, and smiled arrogantly: "Ning An's official department has been lost, and his power has fallen to the bottom of the most popular princes. But it was just a nominal one, and Marquis Wu was unwilling to contribute seriously if he really needed anything. According to Ning An's temperament, he must be in a panic. At this time, sending someone to the door that no one accepts may even be stronger than the help of the official department. Gotta try it out."

"Then how do you know that Marquis Wu will do such an extraordinary thing?" Ning Zhi continued to ask, staring straight at Zhao Bai, making the question a bit flirtatious.

Tasting the ambiguity in it, Zhao Bai pretended not to know, and with an upright face, he replied seriously: "When my father first entered the officialdom, Wu Chuang used to pick faults in public in the court to prevent my father from stepping down. To the benefactor's son and family friend Even if my father is like this, how about the monk who hates Wu Chuang the most, who is a disciple of the Daoist layman?"

After saying that, Zhao Bai sat upright, flipping through a volume of books carefully, his idle appearance just now was gone, and he appeared to be a respectful and good counselor, turning a deaf ear to the desire that was about to come out in Ning Zhi's eyes.

Ning Zhi stared at it for a long time to no avail, he could only shake his head with a wry smile, and drank the half-cold tea on the table in one gulp to suppress his anger.

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Around the beginning of the spring of Tiande 16, the emperor suddenly fell ill, and within a few days he stopped the court. He asked the prime minister about literary matters, and the general of the hussars about military matters, but Wu Hou, who had made great military exploits, was deliberately ignored.

On a certain day and late at night, the back door of the Marquis' Mansion in Pingdong County was quietly opened, and three quarters of an hour later, the back door of the Fifth Prince's Mansion in the east of the city was also quietly opened.

At this time, it was time to reach people, and the entire Jinling City was merged into the night except for the Lantern Streets and Alleys, which were full of debauchery. thing.

As soon as Fang turned into the study, Marquis Wu couldn't help snorting when he saw the people in the room clearly, the disdain in his eyes didn't even bother to hide it, and he said sarcastically, "What do you do here if the eminent monk doesn't come to the emperor's bed to recite scriptures at night?"

After finishing speaking, he chose the seat farthest away from Xu Ming to sit down, tilted his head and looked at Xu Ming without even looking at him, as if he would grow a needle's eye if he looked at it.

As the master, Ning An's face was embarrassed, and when he glanced at Xu Ming, he didn't respond, and he still looked like frost, he smiled at Wu Hou and said: "I heard that today, Lord Hou was summoned by the father to have a secret talk in the inner room. I don't know the present state of the father. How's it going?"

Marquis Wu snorted triumphantly, with a high-spirited face, he smirked and said: "Master Xu Ming recites scriptures by the emperor's side day and night, why should His Royal Highness go far to ask this Marquis?"

As soon as this remark came out, the killing intent flashed in Ning An's eyes, which was easily covered up before Wu Chuang noticed it.Ever since Ning An introduced Xu Ming to the emperor, every time Wu Chuang and Xu Ming met in the fifth prince's mansion late at night, there would always be ridicule and ridicule, and Ning An would often be brought in, without mercy.

If it wasn't for Ning An's weak power in his hands and Wu Chuang's identity as Marquis of Pingdong County, he still needs to help him a little bit, otherwise, according to his temperament, he must let this arrogant and conceited Marquis with a foreign surname suffer a lot!And... Between him and Qing Wan, Wu Chuang, the future father-in-law, also needs to nod.

Thinking of this, Ning An thought of the official department that was lost two and a half years ago. Hearing that the official department had brought a lot of benefits to Lao Jiu in the past two and a half years, Ning An felt resentful, but there was nothing he could do. Bai added a bit of hatred.

Ning An's eyes were blazing, and there was no expression on his face, but there was a bit of ferocity and horror.

When he wanted to unleash his ferocity, Ning An suddenly met Xu Ming's eyes, those eyes seemed to be filled with old ice, which made people shiver.Ning An suddenly thought of Ning Zhi and Zhao Bai, even though they smiled slightly when they met each other occasionally, there was also the lingering coldness in their eyes.

With a stiff smile, Ning An greeted the two people in the study, and after attracting their attention, he began to whisper that the purpose of coming to this night party was nothing more than secretly developing for the bigger picture, full of his history of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger habit.