Yiren and Wang Jian came back from Longxi. That night, Lu Buwei found him and they talked all night.
The next day, the stranger came to the Prince's Mansion wearing Chu clothes and bringing gifts.
"The son pays homage to the mother." Seeing Mrs. Huayang, Yiren quickly knelt down and bowed, speaking in a non-standard Chu dialect.
Mrs. Huayang glanced at the stranger blankly, ate a piece of orange sent from Shudi, and said nothing.
"Mom, my son sent some musicians from Chu State. I wonder if they can come in and play music for my mother." The stranger said.
"I'm interested." Mrs. Huayang nodded.
Seeing Mrs. Huayang speak, Yiren breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Lu Buwei had been prepared. Otherwise, because he had not contacted Mrs. Huayang in the past few months, the relationship between the two might really have broken down.
Yiren's biological mother is still alive, and from the bottom of his heart, he is very reluctant to recognize Mrs. Huayang as his mother. But for the sake of the position of King Qin, he has to do so.
I thought that by returning to Qin and being in the sight of King Qin, his position as heir would be secure.
But Lu Buwei's words woke him up: "If one day King Bintian and the prince have more than 20 sons, can you guarantee that he will definitely make you the prince? When you were in Zhao State in the past, did the prince ever become the prince?
Have you sent money or sent servants?"
Hearing this, Yiren suddenly broke into a cold sweat on his back. Needless to say, if he had been favored, he would not have been sent to the Zhao Kingdom. If he had been favored, he would not have bothered to get along with Mrs. Huayang.
Already.
Now he has certainly entered the sight of King Qin, but Lu Buwei is right. In the end, it is Prince Zhu who decides whether he can become King of Qin, not King Ji of Qin.
Unless the prince dies in front of King Qin Ji...
But in this case, it’s hard to say whether the crown prince position will fall on him or on one of Qin Wangji’s sons...
"Now you are appointed as the heir just because Mrs. Huayang values you and speaks well of you in front of the prince. If one day other princes and grandsons use some method to please Mrs. Huayang, what will you do?" Lu Buwei asked in a deep voice.
"Please teach me, sir." The stranger bowed and bowed.
After the two talked for a night, the stranger immediately came to the Prince's Mansion, and Mrs. Huayang's attitude towards him became much colder.
"It's been a long time since I heard the music and songs of Chu." After the song ended, tears appeared in the corners of Mrs. Huayang's eyes. After marrying into Qin, she had not returned to Chu for decades.
In recent years, the relationship between Qin and Chu has worsened, and she has not given birth to an heir for Prince Zhu. People in the Qin State have constantly made remarks that seriously hurt her. If Prince Zhu had not been so fond of her, she might have been deposed long ago.
Nowadays, when I hear the local accent, I can't help but feel emotional, and when I see the Chufu on the stranger, I also become particularly pleasing to the eye.
"This is a gift that my son brought to his mother from Longxi." The stranger took out a bead of unknown material from his sleeve. It was crystal clear and carefully placed it in front of Mrs. Huayang. "It's the first time for my son to go on an expedition. It doesn't make sense.
In the military affairs, I was accidentally injured during the battle with the Yueshi. I was afraid that my mother would be worried, so I never dared to tell her and asked her for forgiveness."
The stranger revealed the reason why he did not send gifts to Mrs. Huayang during this period without leaving any trace.
"My son is actually injured? Let me take a look. I told your father not to let you go, but your father insists on insisting. If the king has a life, then the king's order can be more important than my son's life.
?" Mrs. Huayang pulled the stranger up with concern.
"Thank you for your concern, mother. My son is fine now," the stranger said.
"Mom, here are some golden sore medicines prescribed by the imperial doctor. Take them back with you when you leave." Mrs. Huayang said.
"Thank you, mother. My son has one more thing that he would like to ask his mother to agree to." The stranger bowed and said.
"My son just said it doesn't matter." Mrs. Huayang sat back and stepped on.
"Since the son has recognized his mother as his mother, it would be inappropriate to call him by his previous name. He should also ask his mother to give him a name." The stranger knelt in front of Mrs. Huayang's knees, his eyes filled with sincerity.
That's right, this is what Lu Buwei dedicated to him to win over again
A method that pleases Mrs. Huayang, and it can also make him the unique one among all the sons of Prince Zhu!
Mrs. Huayang had a look of surprise on her face. After a moment, she said, "You are wearing Chu clothes and you are my son. Why don't you call me Zi Chu from now on."
The foreigner needs her to establish the position of the heir, and she also needs the foreigner to stop everyone's mouths and rely on her in the future, even if this son is not her biological son.
"My son, thank you mother for giving me your name." The stranger knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
"My son is interested." Mrs. Huayang wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, helped Zi Chu up, held his hands and said, "My son will stay in the house for dinner later."
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"Your Majesty, there is news from the State of Qin that Wang Sunyiren was adopted by Mrs. Huayang as his adopted son and renamed Zi Chu." Liu Ping came in with a piece of information.
"It seems that Yiren, no, Zichu has established a firm foothold in Qin." Zhao Kuo looked at the information and said with a smile.
He didn't feel worried. Compared with Qin Wangji, Prince Zhu and Yiren were not threats at all.
"In addition, our merchants have infiltrated into Qin's team. Qin is preparing supplies and is expected to set off after the spring of next year." Liu Ping said.
"I understand." Zhao Kuo nodded, "Is there another news coming from the north?"
Five days ago, news came from Dai County that a snowstorm occurred.
The snow in the north was even heavier, with heavy snow falling for three days and three nights, reaching as high as an adult's waist. Countless cattle, sheep, and horses froze to death.
Zhao Kuo immediately ordered Kong Bin to replace him and go to Northern Xinjiang to provide disaster relief. At the same time, he asked people from various places along the route to organize personnel to clear the roads and send winter clothes, grain, coal and other supplies to Northern Xinjiang.
"How to deal with the barbarians?" Li Bo, the governor of Daijun, sent someone to ask. In the minds of most people, the barbarians are not considered their own people.
And this is indeed the case. As long as there is still the concept and title of Hu, Hu people will never become real Zhao people.
"There are no barbarians in our Kingdom of Zhao, only Yunzhong people, Yanmen people, and Dai people!" This was Zhao Kuo's answer.
Li Bo immediately understood what Zhao Kuo meant. Anyone with a Zhao household registration was a Zhao citizen and was treated equally.
Li Mu left only sentries and 10,000 defenders behind, and then led the remaining Great Wall defenders south to provide disaster relief.
"Not yet." Liu Ping shook his head.
"Your Majesty, please report urgently to the county." At this time, Wei Wuji walked in from outside.
"Nian." Zhao Kuo said immediately.
"Your Majesty, I have your Majesty, Li Bo reports. Thanks to Your Majesty's wise act, I opened the warehouse in time to provide relief, and the guards went south to rescue. The snow disaster was under control at the first time. Only nine people died in Daijun and hundreds were injured.
, doctors have been arranged for treatment, and many cattle, sheep and livestock have frozen to death." Li Bo wrote in the letter.
Zhao Kuo gave Liu Ping a look, and Liu Ping immediately understood and resigned.
Although Li Bo stated in his letter that only nine people died in Dai County, Zhao Kuo still sent someone to verify. In this era, even if there was no snowstorm, more than nine people would freeze to death in one winter.
