Pei Donglang no longer cared about the show of deep love between husband and wife, and strode forward with his hands behind his back. Su Zhiyu quickly chased after him, shouting as he ran: "Hey, Third Highness, don't walk so fast. My clothes are heavy, I can't run.
Move!" So a scene like this appeared in the palace: a man in rich clothes strode forward with a dark face, followed by a girl running away with her skirt in hand, with a trace of grievance on her face...
After the battle in the palace, Su Zhiyu fully understood the route Pei Donglang wanted to take - to keep a low profile and bide his time.
He wanted to pretend to be depressed and obsessed with sex, so as to paralyze the prince. As for Emperor Wen, he wanted to do what he wanted and re-establish his status and image in his heart.
"Theoretically, the plan is feasible. However, although these two things are necessary, they are like castles in the air." Su Zhiyu played with a cup with the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra engraved on it. "Hiding one's strength and biding one's time can only save things for a while. As time goes by, the ministers who were once loyal to His Highness will also
Slowly becoming colder and losing the support to fight for the throne. How does His Highness plan to solve this problem?"
Chu Feige raised his eyes and looked at Su Zhiyu. Before, he thought this woman was unreasonable. But judging from the past few days of getting along with her, she was very smart and transparent, and she understood the intentions and layout of the Third Highness in a short period of time. No wonder the Third Highness
Will choose her as this important chess piece.
"I want to hear your opinion." Pei Donglang tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, which was a small movement when he was thinking.
"Reshuffle the cards."
"Shuffle the cards?" Pei Donglang looked up at Su Zhiyu with confusion on his face.
"There are big loopholes in the connections that His Highness has accumulated in the past. How should I put it..." Su Zhiyu thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and finally found the right time, "It's messy! In other words, the composition of these people is not complete but has some..."
The system is not critical enough. It’s not about having too many connections, it’s about being good. We need to place our people at the joints. Before the final plan is implemented, they must stay dormant at these nodes to protect themselves. This is called reshuffling the connections.”
Pei Donglang did not comment, but continued: "In your opinion, what should we do?"
"Building the plank road in the open and spending time in Chencang secretly." Su Zhiyu paused, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it leisurely.
Chu Feige was anxious: "Please continue talking?"
Su Zhiyu swallowed the cake and muttered: "So you are inhumane. It takes a lot of effort to use your brain."
Pei Donglang drank tea calmly. He now had a lot of time to plan.
Su Zhiyu ate three pastries in a row and wanted to grab them. But the pastry plate suddenly moved away from her. She looked at Pei Donglang pitifully. But the other party said coldly: "Stop gaining weight!"
Su Zhiyu wailed: "I can't do this!"
Chu Feige pressed his hand on his sword, wishing to kill the foodie in front of him immediately. He stopped mid-sentence when he said what he hated most about people! Can eating be compared to the great cause of His Highness the Third?!
Obviously, in Su Zhiyu's mind, yes. She smacked her lips and continued helplessly: "The so-called building a plank road in secret to assassinate Chencang is the same as making an effort to attack the east. It is impossible to make the prince believe that His Highness does not want to compete for the throne at all. So.
We still want to fight on the surface, but what we have to prepare behind the scenes must have nothing to do with what we do on the surface. The most taboo thing for the Crown Prince is His Highness’s military power, so what His Highness wants to regain is the real thing.
It's military power." Pei Donglang no longer cared about the show of deep love between husband and wife, and strode forward with his hands behind his back. Su Zhiyu quickly chased after him, shouting as he ran: "Hey, Third Highness, don't walk so fast. I'm wearing these clothes.
It's so heavy that I can't run!" Then a scene like this appeared in the palace: a man in rich clothes strode forward with a dark face, followed by a girl running away with her skirt in hand, with a trace of grievance on her face.
....
After the battle in the palace, Su Zhiyu fully understood the route Pei Donglang wanted to take - to keep a low profile and bide his time.
He wanted to pretend to be depressed and obsessed with sex, so as to paralyze the prince. As for Emperor Wen, he wanted to do what he wanted and re-establish his status and image in his heart.
"Theoretically, the plan is feasible. However, although these two things are necessary, they are like castles in the air." Su Zhiyu played with a cup with the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra engraved on it. "Hiding one's strength and biding one's time can only save things for a while. As time goes by, the ministers who were once loyal to His Highness will also
Slowly becoming colder and losing the support to fight for the throne. How does His Highness plan to solve this problem?"
Chu Feige raised his eyes and looked at Su Zhiyu. Before, he thought this woman was unreasonable. But judging from the past few days of getting along with her, she was very smart and transparent, and she understood the intentions and layout of the Third Highness in a short period of time. No wonder the Third Highness
Will choose her as this important chess piece.
"I want to hear your opinion." Pei Donglang tapped his knuckles lightly on the table, which was a small movement when he was thinking.
"Reshuffle the cards."
"Shuffle the cards?" Pei Donglang looked up at Su Zhiyu with confusion on his face.
"There are big loopholes in the connections that His Highness has accumulated in the past. How should I put it..." Su Zhiyu thought for a while, his eyes lit up, and finally found the right time, "It's messy! In other words, the composition of these people is not complete but has some..."
The system is not critical enough. It’s not about having too many connections, it’s about being good. We need to place our people at the joints. Before the final plan is implemented, they must stay dormant at these nodes to protect themselves. This is called reshuffling the connections.”
Pei Donglang did not comment, but continued: "In your opinion, what should we do?"
"Building the plank road in the open and spending time in Chencang secretly." Su Zhiyu paused, picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it leisurely.
Chu Feige was anxious: "Please continue talking?"
Su Zhiyu swallowed the cake and muttered: "So you are inhumane. It takes a lot of effort to use your brain."
Pei Donglang drank tea calmly. He now had a lot of time to plan.
Su Zhiyu ate three pastries in a row and wanted to grab them. But the pastry plate suddenly moved away from her. She looked at Pei Donglang pitifully. But the other party said coldly: "Stop gaining weight!"
Su Zhiyu wailed: "I can't do this!"
Chu Feige pressed his hand on his sword, wishing to kill the foodie in front of him immediately. He stopped mid-sentence when he said what he hated most about people! Can eating be compared to the great cause of His Highness the Third?!
Obviously, in Su Zhiyu's mind, yes. She smacked her lips and continued helplessly: "The so-called building a plank road in secret to assassinate Chencang is the same as making an effort to attack the east. It is impossible to make the prince believe that His Highness does not want to compete for the throne at all. So.
We still want to fight on the surface, but what we have to prepare behind the scenes must have nothing to do with what we do on the surface. The most taboo thing for the prince is His Highness’s military power, so what His Highness wants to take back is the military power.”