Just as Zhongshu Zuo Cheng Lin Yuyang guessed, in the next few days, the Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun still walked unimpeded in Chui Gong Hall, making the prohibition "Zhao Hongrun is not allowed to enter" written by Emperor Zhao Yuansi of the Wei Dynasty ineffective.
Although the guards on duty outside Chui Gong Palace would do their best to stop the eighth prince, it was a pity that they were no match for Zhao Hongrun. Every time Zhao Hongrun spoke sophistry to the guards, he could always attract the attention of the people inside the palace.
The ministers were dumbfounded.
""Nei" cannot refer to "Cui Gong Hall"", "Even if the form "Zhao" is added, it may refer to the same clan with the same name and surname Zhao", "As long as the portrait of His Highness is not added, this
His Highness refused to admit that he was talking about me." In the end, the ban paper outside Chui Gong Hall was revised many times and was revised in extremely detail.
First of all, the written ban has been changed to "The eighth generation of the Great Wei Emperor wrote a ban: My eighth son, Zhao Hongrun, the ninth prince who lives in Wenzhao Pavilion, is not allowed to step into the Chui Gong Hall. It is also forbidden to walk on the steps or poke your head into the hall.
It is forbidden to make loud noises outside the temple, and it is forbidden to grill fish under the steps... Note: This is also prohibited by the imperial guards.』
What follows is a whole series of prohibited items.
In addition, Zhao Hongrun's portrait was added to the ban, just like a wanted reward, which made the guards laugh.
"I'm afraid the Eighth Prince will be at his wits' end this time."
"I don't think so."
Even the guards outside the Chui Gong Hall couldn't help but start discussing in private who would win the war between the Emperor Zhao Yuansi of the Wei Dynasty and the Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun.
You must know that being on duty in the palace is very depressing. During the period of duty, you can only stand upright until you have to change your defense.
However, these days, the guards did not feel hard at all. Sometimes they could not help but guess what excuse the Eighth Prince would find to sneak in tomorrow after he was kicked out today.
I have to say that what Zhao Hongrun did during these days was really an eye-opener for all the ministers and guards. He must have been banned from entering the Chui Gong Palace, but the Eighth Prince stood in the corridor and followed the three middlemen through the window.
Secretary Secretary, oh, no, I only talked to Zhongshu Ling He Xiangxu and Zhongshu Zuo Cheng Lin Yuyang, chatting and laughing with them, and annoyed the two adults very much.
Later, when the emperor learned about it, he ordered the eighth prince not to stand in the corridor. The eighth prince simply asked his royal guards to go into Chui Gong Hall to cause trouble.
Later, even his imperial guards were ordered by the emperor not to approach Chui Gong Hall. These people borrowed gongs and drums from nowhere, and sang and played music outside Chui Gong Hall, euphemistically saying that they were singing praises to the emperor.
After that, the beating of gongs and drums was also banned, so these people simply grilled fish outside the Chui Gong Hall. The ministers and guards still remember the distressed and angry look of the Emperor Wei who was passing by at that time.
Later, His Highness the Eighth Prince and his imperial guards were ordered not to approach Chui Gong Hall...
"It seems that His Highness the Eighth Prince may not come today."
After waiting for a long time, there was no sign of Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun and his gang until around 4 o'clock. A Lang Wei couldn't help but sigh and muttered in a low voice.
"Are you crazy? Whose side are you on?"
His companion's eyes widened and he quickly reminded in a low voice. You must know that they are loyal to the Emperor of Wei, so of course they are on the side of the Emperor of Wei. Although in his heart, he also admires the Eighth Prince for his ability to change.
Fazi has been fighting with the emperor for so long.
"Deng, Deng, Deng——"
With the sound of subtle footsteps, Emperor Zhao Yuansi and the eunuch Tong Xian arrived.
"See Your Majesty." All the guards bowed and saluted.
"Excuse me." The Emperor of Wei waved his hand, then turned his head and looked around a few times, and asked: "Did that scoundrel come to cause trouble today?"
The guards naturally knew which one Zhao Yuansi was referring to: "Reporting to Your Majesty, His Highness the Eighth Prince did not come to Chui Gong Hall today."
"Huh! I know he won't be able to jump for long."
Zhao Yuansi walked into the Chui Gong Hall proudly.
In the hall, Zhongshu Ling He Xiangxu and Zhongshu Zuo Cheng Lin Yuyang were always a little trembling with trepidation. Until Zhao Yuansi came to Chui Gong Hall, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Finally, finally got over it..."
At this moment, Zhongshu Ling He Xiangxu was almost in tears.
And Zhongshu Zuocheng Lin Yuyang was also full of excitement.
God knows what kind of life they lived during this period. Every day when they arrived at Chui Gong Hall, they had to tremble and predict and think about what method the Eighth Prince would use to tease them today.
Today, the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun did not come to Chui Gong Hall to cause trouble as usual. Does this mean that he finally has no choice?
This is really gratifying!
The emperor of the Wei Dynasty, Zhao Yuansi, talked with He Xiang, and Lin Yuyang, the two ministers of Zhongshu, celebrated each other with their crowns, which made Yu Ziqi, the right minister of Zhongshu, look at it and found it a bit funny.
"It must be that His Highness the Eighth Prince is short of money..." The eunuch Tong Xian said thoughtfully: "I sent someone to inquire, and it is said that His Highness the Eighth Prince only has more than a dozen taels of silver in his hands..."
"What do you want to say?" Zhao Yuanxi glanced at Tong Xian and snorted: "That bad guy is a ghost, are you still worried that he will starve to death? Even if he really can't afford to support him and his gang of clan guards.
, aren’t there his adoptive mother Shen Shufei and the emperor’s ninth son Hongxuan?... I have heard that this scoundrel borrowed two hundred taels of silver from his younger brother, otherwise he would not have been able to support him for so many days!"
"The Eighth Prince and the Ninth Prince are brothers and sisters..."
"Okay, okay, am I still going to blame Jiuzi Hongxuan?...Hongrun can temporarily borrow money to support himself and his group of clan guards, but this kind of thing will never happen again. As an elder brother
, I don’t believe that he would be so shameless as to ask for money from his younger brother. I will inform Concubine Shen Shu later and tell her not to secretly give money to Hongrun. I want to see how long that extremely naughty traitor can last!”
"Your Majesty will not take a step back."
The three Zhongshu ministers looked at each other with wry smiles in their hearts.
But having said that, although the father-son war between the Emperor Zhao Yuanxi of the Wei Dynasty and his son Zhao Hongrun became more and more intense, and no one was willing to back down, the process was really ridiculous, so whether it was Zhao Yuanxi who was involved, or the three onlookers.
None of the ministers disliked Zhao Hongrun because of this.
On the contrary, they became more and more curious about how His Highness the Eighth Prince would make his next move to deal with the Emperor Wei's strategy of "cutting off the prince's monthly salary" which could be said to be a plan to remove the salary from under the cauldron.
Indeed, the eighth prince Zhao Hongrun seemed to have fallen into a difficult situation of running out of ammunition and food.
They have been ordered not to approach the Chui Gong Hall, and the silver taels on hand, even if they borrowed 200 taels from the Ninth Prince Hongxuan, have been spent in the past half month.
In such a dangerous situation, Zhao Hongrun had no choice but to temporarily stop harassing the secretaries and ministers of Chui Gong Palace and instead consider the future survival of himself and others.
In the huge Wenzhao Pavilion, Zhao Hongrun had temporarily dismissed the little eunuchs who were doing chores. He and ten of his clan guards sat around a candle lamp, brainstorming and thinking about countermeasures.
"Brothers, this is a time of life and death. Do you have any countermeasures?"
Seeing that His Highness spoke so sinisterly and had a very serious expression, all the sect guards could not help but feel a little amused. Because in their view, this so-called war was nothing more than a feud between His Highness and the Emperor, father and son, as long as one of them was willing to give in. One step, what big deal can this be?
Of course, the problem is that it is absolutely impossible for their stubborn Highness to give in, and the other party is the Emperor of Wei. Who in the world can make the Emperor give in?
"Your Highness, let's call it a truce. After fighting for half a month, the situation has not improved at all, but the money we have on hand is getting less and less... In my humble opinion, why don't you just give in to His Majesty. I believe that, As long as His Highness is willing to admit his mistake, Your Majesty will definitely take back his orders and restore my original monthly salary in Wenzhao Pavilion..." Zongwei Shen Yu was the first to persuade.
"Wenzhao Pavilion?" Zhao Hongrun looked at Shen Yu displeased.
"Okay, it's Xiaoyao Pavilion." Shen Yu changed his words dumbfounded: "Now that things have happened, why is Your Highness still thinking about such a trivial matter?"
"This is a breath, a spirit, a willpower, you know what the hell!"
Shen Yu, who is close to Zhu, is red and close to Mo is black, did not dare to say anything like "Your Highness, I understand you" to add fuel to the fire. He sighed slightly and said: "How long will your Highness continue to fight? ?”
"Of course we will fight until we get back the promises we deserve!" For the sake of freedom, Zhao Hongrun never forgets about "leaving the cabinet".
"Then what are your plans?" Zong Wei Weijiao asked.
"Hmm." Zhao Hongrun thought deeply for a moment and suddenly asked: "How much money do we still have on hand?"
Lu Mu, the Zongwei in charge of the property, heard this and whispered: "There are still seventeen taels, plus some miscellaneous ones, maybe twenty or so taels."
"...Twenty taels?" Zhao Hongrun frowned deeply.
You know, although twenty or so taels of silver can allow ordinary people and their families to live leisurely for a long time, for the princes living in the deep palace, it is simply a desperate situation with no ammunition or food. It should be noted that the East Palace The prince sent the eunuchs and guards in the palace, and the reward afterward was at least two or thirty taels.
In other words, the money that the dignified Eighth Prince Zhao Hongrun has on hand now is not as much as the one-time reward given by the Prince of the East Palace to the servants in the palace.
"Then I'd better continue to eat at the concubine's place tomorrow, and you can handle it on your own... Oh, by the way, the concubine is sponsoring us." As he said that, Zhao Hongrun took out fifty taels of silver from his arms and handed it over. Lu Mu.
“Didn’t Concubine Shu also hear about it?”
The Zongwei asked with their eyes wide open.
Although Concubine Shen Shu was not Zhao Hongrun's biological mother, she loved Zhao Hongrun very much from childhood, even more than her own son Zhao Hongxuan. Therefore, in the eyes of the sect guards, Concubine Shen Shu was not much different from His Highness's biological mother.
"I don't know if I knew it or not. Anyway, the mother and concubine didn't say anything...but it should be clear. There are many people in this palace who gossip. My Highness has been fighting with my father for half a month. In the palace, Is it possible that there are still people who don’t know?”
Having said this, Zhao Hongrun seemed to have thought of something, squinted his eyes and reached out to touch his chin.
All the sect guards were shocked when they saw this.
They knew His Highness very well. Once Zhao Hongrun made such a move, he must have thought of something shocking, just like grilling the golden-scaled eelfish from the fish pond.