"Unbridled! Arrogant!" Before Huang Zihua walked into the back hall of Zhan Shifu, he heard the prince's roar. He walked in three steps at a time and saw the prince sitting on the imperial chair with an angry look on his face.
It was full of water stains, presumably because the prince knocked the tea on the table and knocked it out.
Kneeling beside him was his incompetent cousin Han Xiang. The expression on his face was relatively complicated, ranging from grievance to anger, but more of righteousness. Huang Zihua immediately understood that the prince came here late at night to inquire about the progress of the matter. Han Xiang
The prime minister was the first to report what happened to the student in the humble garden. The prince was always an impetuous person, and he would definitely get angry if he was scolded by the prime minister.
"Furthermore, you came just in time. The Governor of Shaanxi and Gansu must have gone to Lao Si's side. He actually dared to challenge me in the capital. If you don't show them some color, they will definitely think that I am someone easy to bully."
Son, again, do you think we should use the Royal Forest Army or ask Jing Zhaoyin to come forward?" Seeing Huang Zihua come back, the prince asked anxiously and angry.
Huang Zihua shook his head, glared at Prime Minister Han, cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, it would be better for you to come forward in person."
"I'm going to do it myself? Is it necessary for me to deal with a few mistresses myself?" The prince was very puzzled.
"No, it's not to deal with them, but to appease them."
Upon hearing this, Han Xiang jumped up and said: "To appease them? Cousin, you are right, how can such an arrogant and arrogant person endure it again and again? This is the capital, not Lanzhou!"
Although he wanted to give his cousin a slap in the face who had failed to achieve anything but failed, but he could not perform rituals before the prince arrived, Huang Zihua still resisted the urge and continued: "Yes, I want to appease them."
"Why is that, isn't he just a servant of the Governor's Mansion?" The prince's eyebrows were raised so high that Liu Jin was worried. The only person he relied on was Huang Zihua. For this man who had been blessed by God for twelve years, the prince was still very fond of him.
Valued.
"No, this boy is by no means an idle person. In fact, he has already announced his family name, but Han Fucheng didn't notice it. He is a friend of Governor Fan of Shaanxi and Gansu, not a servant." Huang Zihua specially said to his two friends.
The pronunciation of the word is emphasized.
"Friend? So..."
"Fan Liangchen, Governor of Shaanxi and Gansu Province, was promoted from a seventh-grade official to a high official in the border areas in just a few years. His Highness knows that the people in the northwest are strong and the family forces are intertwined. As a foreigner, he can suppress the local people.
He is powerful, can win people's hearts, and resist Xiliang's massive invasion. This person must be..."
Before Huang Zihua finished speaking, the prince interrupted him smartly and interjected: "This man must be very skillful and good at manipulating people's hearts."
Huang Zihua was helpless. He had seen Fan Liangchen's examination before, and his evaluation was not very high. He was just a middle-aged man. When he was the censor, he was even called stupid and stubborn.
How can a person be so clever?
But since His Highness said it, he could only agree: "What Your Highness said is absolutely true, but there is another very important point. There is someone behind Fan Liangchen. I have always suspected that there is a person or a group of people standing behind Fan Liangchen."
, they are the real masters of the northwest, and today it seems that my idea is right."
The prince thought for a while, finally digested Huang Zihua's words, and asked tentatively: "You mean, the person behind Fan Liangchen is this bold guy."
"Your Highness is wise, but this person is too young. He should not be a brain, but a representative of various forces in the northwest."
"Oh" the prince nodded in understanding. He couldn't understand why there were various forces besides the government. Could it be that the two provinces of Shaanxi and Gansu were not under the control of the old Zhang family.
The rule in the northwest and southwest of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not very strong. There are Liang, Xia, and Qiang people in the northwest. The ethnic groups in the southwest are more complicated, with countless chieftains and chiefs. The prince has never liked to do these things, even if I told him about it.
The left ear went in and the right ear came out, so Huang Zihua didn't have time to give him any extra lessons, so he said directly: "The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart. Since the other party is a proud and arrogant person, your highness might as well follow the example of Liu Xuande in the past who visited the thatched cottage three times and condescended to him.
Go and appease this man, Your Highness is the crown prince, no matter how high-minded he is, he will be moved."
"Oh" the prince said again noncommittally, the anger on his face disappeared, replaced by a blank expression. Huang Zihua knew that he was hesitating again, so he quickly advised: "The governor of Shaanxi and Gansu is just an official appointed by your majesty.
It means he has been replaced, but this person represents a powerful force in the northwest, which is a much more important force than a governor. If he controls the northwest, the King of Qin will become a mere arrogant person, and His Highness's plans will be more secure."
The prince thought for a while and suddenly asked: "If this person is not a representative of the powerful forces in the northwest, but is just a simple friend of Fan Liangchen, then wouldn't it be a loss of identity for me to go there?"
Huang Zihua was speechless. The prince is still thinking about such insignificant things now. He is really short-sighted. No wonder His Majesty has wanted to abolish the prince several times.
Seeing that Huang Zihua was silent, the prince said: "Let's do this. Huang Qing, please investigate clearly before making a decision. It's getting late and I should go back."
The prince drove back to the palace, and a group of people respectfully escorted him to the door. Huang Zihua turned around and wanted to settle the score with Prime Minister Han again, but found that he had already slipped away, so he could only stamp his feet bitterly: "You incompetent boy!"
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The night was already very late. In a quiet room in the Zhuoyuan Garden, Nanfeng was sitting on Concubine Xiang's couch, with a smile on her lips. She was still thinking about the interesting things that happened tonight. The Zhuoyuan Garden was famous in the capital.
This is a restaurant where dignitaries like to entertain guests and friends. There are all kinds of people, including those who run for official positions, those who pay bribes, those who build relationships, and those who make money for people. All kinds of dirty things happen in endlessly, but it is still possible to do this like today.
It was the first time that there was a stalemate before the banquet started.
The officials of Zhan Shifu and the people of the Governor-General of Shaanxi and Gansu had a meal together, which was nothing more than to win over and cooperate with each other. This kind of banquet is usually a harmonious and harmonious atmosphere, but today it happened like this, and later it turned into a Quanwuxing, Zhuoyuanmen
There was a small conflict, and several Imperial Guardsmen were beaten with bruises and bruises. The fight started and ended in the blink of an eye.
Thinking of the young man named Yuan Feng, Nan Feng had a strange feeling in his heart. He felt that he looked like the same person, but he couldn't be sure. The two were completely unrelated and couldn't go together.
, maybe I am overly sensitive.
There was a gentle knock on the door, and the maid came in and added some agarwood chips to the incense burner, "Okay, Xiaoju, you go down and have a rest." Nanfeng yawned, as if he was sleepy.
Not long after the maid went out, the door opened silently again, and an inconspicuous man in black walked in, stood at the door, clasped his fists, but said nothing.
Nanfeng stood up and took out a letter from the desk drawer. The envelope was tightly sealed with fire paint and there was no word on it. She handed the letter to the man in black. The man collected the letter, clasped his fists again, and turned around.
, still said nothing.
Nanfeng yawned again, this time she was really sleepy, but she still took out a palm-sized piece of paper from the drawer, which was filled with small regular script. She looked at it, and added a few more words with her pen.
Then I rolled up the paper and hid it in a wax ball, then turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Early in the morning, at the back gate of Humble Garden, the ox cart that collects the toilets arrived late as usual. The garden servants complained while pouring the dirt from the toilet into the barrel on the ox cart. No one noticed that a
The wax pill was quietly handed over to the old man pulling the cart.
In the morning, a homing pigeon took off from the outskirts of Beijing, spread its wings and headed south.
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In an inconspicuous house in the capital, a group of dashing men sat together. Judging from their appearance and dress, they were of all kinds. There were monks, Taoists, scribes, and martial arts masters. But their common feature was that they had bulging sun.
He stood up, his eyes flashed, and he looked like Lian Jiazi.
Sitting among them was a man who was only in his early twenties. He was dressed in a blue robe and was simple and elegant. However, everyone was very respectful to him. The young man held a letter in his hand. He tore off the paint in front of everyone and shouted loudly.
After reading it over, I found that the content of the letter was exactly what happened in the Humble Garden yesterday.
After listening to the young man reading the letter, the practitioners started talking buzzingly. They were just talking about how the imperial army was useless, and the people from the northwest were nothing more than that. If they encountered them, they would be defeated.
The young man smiled and said: "This man named Yuan Feng is really interesting. It seems that I misjudged him. By the way, do you have any friends on the Northwest Road? Maybe you know this person."
A fat Toutuo said: "Your Highness, I have a friend who used to sell smuggled salt in Gansu. Now he lives in the capital. He may know this person."
"Oh, that's great. Master, could you please find this person as soon as possible."
Fat Toutuo stood up abruptly: "Your Highness, the Third Highness, has treated me with great kindness. How can I use the word trouble? It is a small honor to serve His Highness. I will go right now."
In less than half an hour, the down-and-out friend was brought in, wearing a half-worn brocade robe, a cuckold on his head, and a mean smile on his face. He nodded and bowed when he saw people. When all the heroes saw, this was not the south of the city.
Is it Li Biao, the ghost slave of Yihongyuan?
A good man is usually free and easy, and often visits brothels. He has never paid attention to this Li Biao. Unexpectedly, the real person does not show his face. It turns out that Li Biao was also handsome in the past, and he was a salt owl.
His Highness the Third Prince asked straight to the point: "Li Biao, have you ever heard of the name Yuan Feng?"
Before Li Biao could react, the work in the brothel was mainly night shift, and he usually slept in the morning. He was just pulled out of the bed by Fat Tou Tuo, and he was still confused now.
Seeing that he was confused, Fat Toutuo slapped him and said, "Young master, I'm asking you if you know a Gansu man named Yuan Feng."
This time Li Biao heard clearly, Yuan Feng! An unforgettable name. This man killed his three brothers, destroyed the Li family's private salt business, and even burned down the Li family's mansion. The once famous Northwest Salt Lord
The family tree collapsed, and he had to leave his hometown and come to the capital to do such a menial job.
"We know him, why don't he know him? He was the one who ruined my family!" Li Biao blurted out.
His Highness the Third Highness exchanged glances with the person next to him and showed a happy smile, knowing that he had found the right person.
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