When he woke up in the morning, Zhao Hongrun once again inexplicably found himself holding a sock in his mouth that he had taken off last night. This made him feel sick and couldn't help but wonder.
After all, such an inexplicable thing happened a month ago.
Did I go on a night trip last night? Or... was there a thief here last night?
Zhao Hongrun looked around carefully, but he found that all the precious furnishings in the house were missing, and it didn't look like there was a thief at all.
Is it possible that the thief broke through the strict guard of Su Wangwei and broke into the room where he slept just to stuff a sock in his mouth? Is there such a boring thief in the world?
Sure enough, the possibility of nocturnal wandering syndrome is high...
"Why?" Zhao Hongrun muttered as he stood up and dressed. You must know that the green poison in his body has no longer come out to make trouble recently, which made his mood gradually stabilize. Logically speaking, his spirit
It should be very stable.
Putting on a new pair of socks, Zhao Hongrun came to the outer room and saw Zongwei Gao Kuo, who was still sleeping on the bed.
Gao Kuo, who was always very alert, slept like a dead pig. This was really a strange thing.
"Gao Kuo? Hey, Gao Kuo?"
"Huh?" Gao Kuo opened his hazy eyes and stretched out his hand to scratch his neck in confusion: "Your Highness is awake?"
Was this infected by Chu Heng?
Zhao Hongrun shook his head speechlessly, walked outside the hall, and rinsed his mouth with water from the stone spring.
When he returned to the house again, he found Gao Kuo looking around suspiciously.
"What are you doing, Gao Kuo?" Zhao Hongrun asked curiously.
Gao Kuo looked around blankly and said hesitantly: "It felt like a mosquito stung me last night..."
"Mosquitoes? Are there any?"
Zhao Hongrun was a little puzzled. You must know that the climate in Dawei is relatively cold. Although it is already late June, which is considered the beginning of autumn, the climate has not yet become muggy. On the contrary, the rainy season is approaching and there will be more precipitation.
"Maybe the mosquitoes came earlier this year." Gao Kuo said to himself.
Zhao Hongrun shrugged. He walked out of the north room and took a carriage directly to the Smelting Bureau as before.
Because today, the Smelting Bureau is preparing to try to cast a mold for casting armor.
The casting of armor molds is much more difficult than the casting of molds used to mass-produce iron swords, and there are many technical problems that must be faced.
But Zhao Hongrun still believes that the craftsmen in his Smelting Bureau can overcome these problems.
When Zhao Hongrun arrived at the Smelting Bureau with great interest, he found that Wang Fu, the bureau chief of the Smelting Bureau, was once again waiting in front of the department door.
This made Zhao Hongrun frown.
After all, Zhao Hongrun had already told Wang Fu about this matter last time.
"His Royal Highness Prince Su has misunderstood. I am waiting here because I have something important to report."
Perhaps he noticed the details of Zhao Hongrun's frown, Wang Fu quickly explained.
After hearing this, Zhao Hongrun felt relieved a little, and asked puzzledly: "Is it something important?"
Wang Fu nodded, and then whispered: "Li Jin, the bureau chief of the Weapon Casting Bureau, came to our Smelting Bureau last night and begged to observe the process of mass production of iron swords in our Smelting Bureau."
Zhao Hongrun paused when he heard this and turned to look at Wang Fu.
Seeing this, Wang Fu hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Your Highness Prince Su. Without His Highness's approval, how dare I make any decisions and leak the secrets of our Smelting Bureau? But that Li Jin..."
"Did he threaten you?" Zhao Hongrun frowned.
Wang Fu's face froze, and he said strangely: "It's not a threat, but if it's not a threat, what he did..." After a pause, he smiled bitterly and said, "Then Li Jin is wasting his time with the official.
, I refuse to go back to the Bingzhu Bureau no matter what. No, I am still sitting in the lower official's room. "
Zhao Hongrun glanced at Wang Fu in astonishment and asked in disbelief: "Stayed all night?"
"That's right!...Thanks to him, I didn't sleep all night yesterday."
When Zhao Hongrun heard this, he couldn't help but picture the scene in his mind of Li Jin, the chief minister of the military casting bureau, and Wang Fu, the chief bureau chief of the smelting bureau, sitting in the room with big eyes staring at each other. He couldn't help but feel happy.
"The rumors are true... This Li Jin is indeed more stubborn than his father!"
Zhao Hongrun shook his head in amusement.
"Your Highness, what about this matter..."
Zhao Hongrun pondered for a while, then suddenly nodded and said: "Okay! You will personally lead him later to observe the process of mass production of iron swords in our Smelting Bureau. If Li Jin has any questions during this period, you can help him as much as possible."
Confused."
"Your Highness? This..." Wang Fu's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he opened his mouth to speak.
As if he had seen through Wang Fu's thoughts, Zhao Hongrun said with a smile: "I understand Wang Jucheng's intentions, but we have to take a longer view..."
Wang Fu glanced at Zhao Hongrun doubtfully, rolled his eyes, and suddenly an incredible thought came to his mind. He opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, could it be possible..."
"Hush!" Zhao Hongrun made a silent gesture, then lowered his voice and said: "Remember to let Li Jin experience the gap between the technological strength of his Weapon Casting Bureau and our Smelting Bureau."
"I understand..." Wang Fu chuckled.
At this time, he already knew in his mind: It turns out that His Highness Prince Su wanted to absorb the Bingzhu Bureau. If he really wanted to do this, then the attitude of Li Jin, the Prime Minister of the Bingzhu Bureau, would become particularly important.
To conquer a stubborn and proud person like Li Jin, you must first defeat the pride in his heart, for example, by showing off the craftsmanship of the bureau.
In short, Li Jin must understand that only by closely following the footsteps of the Smelting Bureau can the technological level of other military casting bureaus be further improved.
"Then the Military Construction Department..." Wang Fu looked at Zhao Hongrun in confusion, wondering, does His Highness not want the Military Construction Department?
In response to this, Zhao Hongrun gave him a blank look: The plan cannot keep up with the changes. If the Military Construction Bureau can be absorbed, what kind of Military Construction Bureau will be needed?
"I understand, I understand. I understand."
Wang Fu left knowingly. Before leaving, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned around and said to Zhao Hongrun: "By the way, Your Highness, the young father-in-law sent by Chui Gong Palace to serve as a chamberlain is waiting in His Highness's room."
Huh?
Zhao Hongrun was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, you can go ahead."
"yes!"
Wang Fu walked away, and looking at his leaving figure, Zhao Hongrun couldn't help but wonder.
Obviously, most of the young eunuchs who serve as chamberlains are here to convey the ruling of Chui Gong Hall, but recently, except for Wang Fu's letter to the Military Construction Bureau, there is nothing else.
With various speculations in mind, Zhao Hongrun came to the room where he was conducting official business. As expected, a young eunuch and two imperial guards were waiting inside the room.
"His Royal Highness King Su!"
When they saw Zhao Hongrun leading several imperial guards into the house, the young eunuch and the two imperial guards who were waiting on the chairs in the house quickly stood up and saluted Zhao Hongrun.
"No need to be formal." Zhao Hongrun smiled, waved his hand, and asked the young eunuch: "This young father-in-law came to our smelting bureau, and I don't know why?"
The young eunuch took out a seal from his arms and handed it to Zhao Hongrun respectfully. He said, "Report to His Royal Highness King Su, Your Majesty has an edict for you."
Zhao Hongrun took the holy edict, a document-like letter with Emperor Wei's private seal stamped on it.
To be honest, the specifications of this kind of private edict are not as good as the imperial edict, but the meaning is the same. After all, it was written by the king of Wei Dynasty.
…
Zhao Hongrun paused for a moment, then spread out the folded letter and took a look at it. However, with just a cursory glance, his eyebrows instantly furrowed. The little boy who was originally curious about the contents of the folded letter instantly frowned.
The eunuch was so frightened that he quickly lowered his head.
"Your Highness?"
Zongwei Gao Kuo noticed that something was wrong with his Royal Highness's expression and gave a suitable reminder.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun put away the seal and said expressionlessly: "Report to Chui Gong Hall and say that I know about it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zongwei Gao Kuo took out some silver ingots from his sleeves and gave them to the young eunuch and the two guards. The three of them thanked them repeatedly.
After the three people left with great gratitude, Gao Kuo turned back and asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Zhao Hongrun was seen expressionlessly staring at the Zhangzhe in his hand. He said calmly: "Nothing, it's just an order from Chui Gongdian to let our Smelting Bureau teach the new technology of mass production of weapons to the Weapon Casting Bureau."
"this……"
Gao Kuo's expression changed slightly, and he stared with wide eyes as Zhao Hongrun expressionlessly placed the seal on the candle, lit it, and burned it.
In fact, what was burned out at the same time was Zhao Hongrun's enthusiasm.
Am I thinking too simply?
Zhao Hongrun sat on the chair gloomily for a moment, and after a while he ordered: "Gao Kuo, call Wang Fu over!"
"……yes!"
After a while, Wang Fu came to the room with a puzzled look on his face. It could be seen that he was really confused. After all, he had just been ordered by Zhao Hongrun to "abduct" Li Jin, but he had not yet led Li Jin to observe.
After completing the process of mass-producing the iron sword, Zhao Hongrun called him back.
Behind Wang Fu, Li Jin, the chief minister of the Bingzhu Bureau, who was frowning and looking a little unhappy, seemed to be dissatisfied because Zhao Hongrun interrupted Wang Fu to show him the craftsmanship of the Smelting Bureau.
"Could it be that His Highness, Prince Su, went back on his word and confessed your agency's craftsmanship to an outsider like Li?"
It has to be said that Li Jin had a worse temper than his father, Li Huan, the Minister of War. He didn't care about Zhao Hongrun's identity as King Su and made sarcastic remarks.
However, what surprised Li Jin was that Zhao Hongrun gave him a cold look and said calmly: "I have just received the oracle from Chui Gong Palace, asking me, the Smelting Bureau, to teach you the new technology of mass production of weapons, the Weapon Casting Bureau
...Li Jucheng might as well study it slowly after returning to Bingzhu Bureau."
"Eh?" Hearing this, Li Jin's face was full of astonishment, and he was quite dumbfounded: "Su... His Highness King Su, are you... are you joking with Li?"
Also stunned was Wang Fu, the Bureau Chief of the Smelting Bureau.
"Are you kidding?" Zhao Hongrun looked at Li Jin and snorted coldly, and said sarcastically: "Looking at my face, does Mr. Li still think that I am joking?!"
"..." Li Jin opened his mouth, couldn't help but restrain his arrogance, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness King Su, Li really doesn't know about this matter... Mr. Wang can testify for Li. After Li arrived at your office yesterday,
I never left..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish explaining, he was interrupted by Zhao Hongrun raising his hand.
"Okay, even if it has nothing to do with you, it still has something to do with your Ministry of War..." Zhao Hongrun stood up, looked at Li Jin and said lightly: "Next, your department can just play it by yourself, I can't build the situation."
I’m here to accompany you!…See you off!”
"This... Su, His Highness Prince Su?"
Li Jin seemed to want to say something else, but unfortunately Wang Fu with a bad expression blocked him: "Master Li, please."
Looking at Wang Fu and then at Zhao Hongrun, Li Jin felt a burning sensation on his face.
Although Li Jin somehow obtained the new technology for mass-producing iron swords from the Smelting Bureau, Li Jin did not feel happy at all.
Li Jin left the Smelting Bureau in despair, feeling only ashamed. (To be continued.) h:.4.44.19