The night in Chang'an City is already a bit dense.
At the Taiwei's residence, although Taiwei Zhou opened the door of the mansion, he already had the intention of seeing off the guests.
The young prince stood at the door and did not move, stuck at the door.
"Lieutenant Zhou is a veteran of the two dynasties. In the past, he stationed troops abroad to fight against the evil country like General Cheng, and made many military exploits. Later, he entered the dynasty and defeated 500,000 rebels with an army of 100,000..."
More than ten meters away from Taiwei's mansion, Zhang Qian's eyes were a little fanatical, and he whispered about Taiwei Zhou's enviable achievements in the past.
But near Zhang Qian, Zhang Xuezhou noticed a confrontation.
A veteran of two dynasties and a current young prince.
The two seemed polite and courteous, but neither of them gave in.
Taiwei Zhou's impatience was not without reason, and the prince's thoughts were understandable.
"The old minister is old and has difficulty practicing martial arts. He can't help His Highness repeatedly tossing him like this." Zhou Taiwei frowned and said: "In addition, this time, you have sent the ninth successor who claims to be the Yin Yang family's Taoist method!"
"Nine is a good number," the prince said.
"You said eight was a good number last time," Zhou Taiwei said.
"Eight is good too!"
"Then seven?"
"Seven is not bad."
…
Zhou Taiwei took a deep breath, feeling that he could not communicate with children today.
He was willing to contribute to the Han Dynasty, but he also needed to have a certain standard for being a cow or a horse.
Just like when you are young, you can play music every day, but when you are old, you can cast spells once a month even if your physical strength is quite good.
As he grows older, the magic power in Zhou Taiwei's body becomes more and more pure, but the magic power is not as surging as when he was young.
The power of his spellcasting is very strong, but the frequency of spellcasting continues to decrease with age.
In these short two or three months, he had already cast spells for the prince eight times, and was assigned three times by Emperor Jing.
This frequency of casting spells made Zhou Taiwei a little overwhelmed, so it was extremely normal for him to refuse.
But the prince was like a stubborn cow. He was stuck on the threshold and refused to leave, leaving Captain Zhou in a dilemma.
"Your Highness, although Xiliu Technique is accurate in detecting people, it requires too much mental energy to survey the world," Zhou Taiwei reminded.
"The Taiwei's magic can reach heaven and earth. Why is it hidden? Others don't know the details of your fine willow skills, but I know three points." The prince said: "The limit of your skills is at least twenty times. It is impossible to be the twelfth."
You lacked concentration the first time. You just didn’t want to waste your energy on useless surveys. But now that the fake Yin Yang disciples have been imprisoned, people who have the courage to come forward are rare. I feel that this operation is inevitable.
It’s rewarding.”
"His Royal Highness always has reasons that people cannot refuse!"
Captain Zhou sighed.
The prince in front of him is very young, but his character is stubborn and will not give up until he achieves his goal.
The meaning of his words was already obvious, but the prince still insisted on his opinion.
Zhou Taiwei felt that this was not a good quality for a qualified king.
The Han Dynasty needed a king who was flexible and discerning, not a stubborn one.
He will practice tonight, but Lieutenant Zhou's evaluation of the prince has also dropped a level. If Emperor Jing asked about it, he would obviously not be able to say anything good.
"Please come in!"
After thinking again and again, Lieutenant Zhou extended his hand to invite, changing the farewell to welcome.
When he glanced behind him, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Why, did he faint when he heard that a fake disciple of the Yin Yang family needs to be imprisoned?"
Lieutenant Zhou looked behind him and saw that the body of the Yin Yang family disciple recommended by the prince was already limp and lying on top of a young general. He did not look like a normal person.
This made his previous judgment even more firm.
Even the prince's expression changed slightly at this time.
"Lieutenant, it's not that Man Qian fainted from fright, it's that he has a physical problem and must fall asleep as soon as the time comes." Zhang Qian replied loudly: "It doesn't matter where you are, as long as the time comes, Man Qian will just go to sleep!"
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"It's ridiculous. How can there be such a problem in the world?" Zhou Taiwei said: "If there was a sharp knife in front of him, he would still dare to lie down forward and fall asleep!"
"The young general has never seen Manqian lying on a knife, but he fell asleep on the horse a few days ago, and his face was swollen!" Zhang Qian said.
"Taiwei, you don't need the subject to be awake to perform the technique, right?" The prince said: "You can just perform the technique. If he is not a disciple of the Yin Yang family, I will personally send them to prison!"
"ha?"
Zhang Xuezhou didn't feel much after hearing this, but Zhang Qian's heart felt as if it was frozen.
Zhang Qian heard clearly that the prince was not talking about 'him', but 'them'.
This means that not only the imposters will be punished, but the sponsors will obviously also suffer the same treatment.
This is completely different from Zhang Qian's previous imagination of paying a small salary for a small gain.
At the moment, this is not about making a big gain, but about using your future and even your life to gain a chance.
This price was unbearable for Zhang Qian.
Faintly, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of something above the imperial court.
Even if the prince acts, the prince has to compromise on some things, otherwise it will be difficult for the prince to talk in plain words and get people to do things.
At present, the prince's words are a guarantee, but this guarantee, which seems to be almost falling in Zhang Qian's eyes, does not seem to satisfy Zhou Taiwei.
"Your Highness, please!"
Zhou Taiwei glanced at Zhang Xuezhou. It was obvious that he only planned to do routine things, and it was difficult to think of doing things meticulously in the past.
He stepped in front, and the prince followed behind.
Then it was Zhang Qian who carried Zhang Xuezhou on his back.
"Let me help you!"
The groom Wei Qing took the initiative to lend a hand, which made Zhang Qian, who was slightly unsteady, smile reluctantly and thank Wei Qing.
"You're welcome," Wei Qing said, "As long as you don't fool His Highness!"
"How dare we fool His Highness?" Zhang Qian said: "What I have checked are all facts!"
"Then you don't have to be afraid," Wei Qing said: "Besides, deceiving the emperor is a crime that will be beheaded, but deceiving His Highness is not that serious. At most, it will break the legs or pull out the tongue, and it will not hurt your life!"
"What you say makes me even more scared!"
Zhang Qian felt uncomfortable when he thought that he might become disabled or bumble and unable to speak.
He has great confidence in the investigation, but he has no particularly reliable confidence in Zhang Xuezhou.
It was barely smooth sailing since joining the army, but only now did Zhang Qian realize that he was beginning to be severely beaten by society.
Zhang Xuezhou, who was carried on his back, was as heavy as a mountain, and Zhang Qian was a little breathless under the pressure.
If it weren't for the help of Wei Qing beside him, Zhang Qian felt that there was a high possibility that his legs would weaken and fall.
But what happened had no other effect except making the prince laugh at Zhou Taiwei even more.
Zhang Qian steadied his body and was ready to break his legs and pull out his tongue.
He stepped into the Taiwei Mansion with a brave face, like a warrior who was about to face death.
Wei Qing was amazed by Zhang Qian's sudden excitement. He felt that Zhang Qian was also a hard-headed person, and he saw through life and death at the moment of death.
People with this kind of temperament are not afraid in the face of danger and can make appropriate choices when faced with life and death decisions, which is far better than some members of aristocratic families who appear to be powerful.
If Zhang Qian's personal strength were stronger, Wei Qing felt that the prince could recruit such a person to his subordinates for use.