Around midnight that day, Zhao Hongrun led the clan guards, Duan Pei from the Green Crows, and a hundred-man team from the Merchant Navy, and hurriedly arrived at the residence of the Zhao family in Anling.
The plaque in front of the mansion has only two words engraved on it, Zhao family.
There is no prefix with a distinguished title, but I believe that no one will dare to look down upon this mansion. After all, in Wei State, the Zhao family itself has an extremely noble title.
But having said that, it can be seen from the size of the mansion that in the city of Anling, the foundation of the Zhao family is indeed far inferior to that of the Wang family.
Look at the Wang family. The whole street is their property. I don’t know how many county residents work for them. However, the Zhao family in front of me only has a solitary mansion. Although the mansion is not small in size,
But compared to the Wang family, it is still much inferior.
It can be seen from this that the foundation of a family really depends on several generations or more than a dozen generations to accumulate, and temporary prosperity is nothing more than prosperity like a fortune.
Yes, although the Zhao family in Anling is a royal family, they cannot be said to be a noble family with much foundation in Anling.
Although it sounds incredible, it is true.
Wei Jiao, the chief of the imperial clan, stepped up the steps and prepared to knock on the door knockers of the mansions.
Unexpectedly, before his hand touched the door knocker, the door of the Zhao family's mansion creaked open, and the thirteenth son Zhao Chengxun, who had met Zhao Hongrun and others a few days ago, stepped out.
Behind him were several servants.
When their eyes met, Wei Jiao was stunned for a moment.
Zhao Chengxun was also stunned for a moment.
"What...what are you doing here?"
When Zhao Chengxun saw Zhao Hongrun standing at the doorstep, his face that had been smiling just now suddenly darkened, revealing a hint of surprise and vigilance.
Zhao Hongrun took a closer look at Zhao Chengxun and others. Seeing that they were dressed as if they were preparing to go out, he said with a smile: "Ready to go out? Well, have fun."
After that, he walked up the steps and walked into the mansion as if there was no one else around under the dumbfounded gaze of Zhao Chengxun and his party.
Play...have more fun?
Hearing these words that sounded like an elder speaking to a junior, Zhao Chengxun's face suddenly darkened. After all, in terms of age, Zhao Chengxun was two years older than Zhao Hongrun.
Is this humiliation?
Zhao Chengxun clenched his fists subconsciously and watched helplessly as the Zongwei and the Merchant Navy Hundreds followed Zhao Hongrun into the house.
But this time he misunderstood, because Zhao Hongrun just said it casually.
After all, Zhao Hongrun was in a really good mood at the moment.
Why are you in a good mood?
Because Zhao Hongrun finally waited until Zhao Laiyu couldn't hold it any longer.
Zhao Laiyu couldn't bear it anymore and took the initiative to attack him. This meant that he, Zhao Hongrun, finally had a chance to take revenge on Daliang for the rumor.
As for why he spoke to Zhao Chengxun in the tone of an elder talking to a junior, it was because Zhao Hongrun regarded his third uncle Zhao Laiyu as his opponent. Therefore, he subconsciously placed Zhao Chengxun in the position of a junior. It was not that he really had nothing to do.
Humiliate Zhao Chengxun.
"Sir...are we still going out?"
Behind Zhao Chengxun, several servants asked tremblingly.
Zhao Chengxun snorted coldly and stepped back into the house.
Zhao Hongrun came to visit in person. Whether it was a blessing or a curse was unknown for the time being. How could he be in the mood to go out with his usual group of friends?
Following closely behind Zhao Hongrun and his group, Zhao Chengxun was filled with surprise and uncertainty as they headed to the north room in the backyard.
Of course he knew that his grandfather Zhao Laiyu was at odds with His Highness Prince Su, and he had slightly offended Zhao Hongrun outside Anling City a few days ago. No matter what he thought, Prince Su would not just come to pay his respects.
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But having said that, Zhao Chengxun felt that something was wrong if the other party came here to ask for punishment. After all, the smile on Zhao Hongrun's face just now seemed to come from the bottom of his heart.
What on earth does this guy want to do?
Zhao Chengxun was a little confused.
At this time, the servants in the Zhao family's house had also noticed Zhao Hongrun, an uninvited guest, and quickly reported the news to the eldest man in the house, Zhao Laiyu's eldest son and Zhao Chengxun's father, Zhao Wenlin.
Although most of the servants in the house did not recognize Zhao Hongrun, the heavily armed Shang Shui Army Hundreds and their chilling aura did not look like they were private soldiers from any house.
Soldiers with this kind of momentum can only be soldiers.
Anyone who can mobilize the army does not look like a good person.
And when the servants in the house told Zhao Wenlin what they said, Zhao Wenlin was also shocked.
After all, Anling itself had no garrison troops. Since soldiers appeared, they could only be Yanling soldiers or Shang Shui soldiers.
In this way, it is not difficult to deduce the identity of the unexpected guest who broke into his mansion.
After all, apart from the Wei monarch who was far away in Daliang, the only one who could mobilize the Yanling Army and Shang Shui Army was King Su.
Damn it, could it be because of what happened this morning?
Zhao Wenlin groaned secretly in his heart.
What does that thing in the morning mean?
It was nothing more than that the Zhao family, together with the Wang family and the nobles in Anling City, released the news that they wanted to move out of Anling, kidnapped public opinion, used retreat to advance, and forced Zhao Hongrun to withdraw from Anling.
It's a pity that this clever plan that they all praised before was completely destroyed by King Su within half an hour. Now, all the noble families involved in this matter were led by the clan guards.
Shang Shuijun knocked on the door of the house and ordered him to keep his promise and move out of Anling.
At the moment, the nobles in Anling City are in a state of panic and cannot protect themselves. I don’t know how many people are like Zhao Wenlin at this moment, who deeply regret stepping into this muddy water.
It's a blessing, not a curse, it's a curse that cannot be avoided...
With that in his mouth, he stood up and walked outside the north room, ready to greet the uninvited His Highness Prince Su.
At the same time, he sent someone to tell his two younger brothers who lived in the house about the incident.
Sure enough, within a moment, Zhao Wenlin saw Zhao Hongrun leading several Zongwei and about a hundred Shangshui soldiers along the courtyard corridor to the north room.
Fifteen or sixteen years old, short...
He muttered about Zhao Hongrun's physical characteristics in rumors. Although Zhao Hongrun had never met Zhao Hongrun, he still recognized him, raised his hands and saluted, "Wen Lin, descendant of the Zhao family, pays homage to His Highness Prince Su."
To be honest, this etiquette is reversed.
Because logically speaking, Zhao Wenlin is one generation higher than Zhao Hongrun, so as the junior, Zhao Hongrun should be the first to salute.
However, Zhao Hongrun is a descendant of the royal clan and holds great power. How dare Zhao Wenlin respect his status?
He knew very well that his uncle was nothing in the eyes of His Highness Prince Su.
"Zhao Wenlin..."
Zhao Hongrun walked up to Zhao Wenlin, looked up and down at the uncle who took the initiative to salute him, chuckled without comment, and said, "You are Zhao Laiyu's son, right?"
…
Zhao Wenlin couldn't help but frown, feeling very dissatisfied with Zhao Hongrun's behavior of calling his father by his first name.
But he didn't dare to do it, instead he felt a little uneasy.
After all, from Zhao Hongrun's unceremonious address, he was more certain that this Prince Su had bad intentions.
"Yes......he is the eldest son." Zhao Wenlin awkwardly introduced himself.
However, Zhao Hongrun's reaction to this was very cold. He nodded as if perfunctory and said: "Well, okay... you ask Zhao Laiyu to come out to see me."
After repeatedly calling his father by his first name, Zhao Wenlin finally couldn't bear it any longer and said in a calm and humble manner: "I wonder if His Highness, Prince Su, has something important to do to meet my father? If it's nothing important, I thought I could
Call the shots.”
"oh?"
Zhao Hongrun looked at Zhao Wenlin with some surprise, and then sneered: "Since you can make the decision, you should tell me when will the Zhao family plan to move out of Anling?"
"Move...move away from Anling?" Zhao Wenlin's heart beat violently, and then he secretly complained.
Looking at Zhao Wenlin's dull expression, Zhao Hongrun sneered and said: "What? You have the guts to work with the Wang family to fight against me, but don't you have the backbone to fulfill your promise?...Or, are you naive enough to plead guilty?
My king, can your Zhao family still enjoy themselves in Anling? Hahaha!"
Listening to those slowly sarcastic words, Zhao Wenlin was so angry that he clenched his fists. He gritted his teeth and said, "Prince Su, why do you need to bully others too much?"
"Yo? What you said is really... tsk tsk, it sounds like I am bullying you." Zhao Hongrun tsked twice, found a chair and sat down without noticing anything, then looked at Zhao Wenlin and said calmly: "
Whether you move or not, in short, there will be no place for you in Anling in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard an angry laugh not far away: "King Su, you are so majestic!"
Zhao Hongrun turned his head when he heard the sound, and happened to see two middle-aged men walking into the hall with sullen expressions. Their appearance looked somewhat similar to Zhao Wenlin, so they must be Zhao Wenlin's brothers.
"Your Highness, these two people must be the second and third sons of Zhao Laiyu, Zhao Wenqu and Zhao Wenfu... Folk rumors say that Zhao Wenqu was impulsive and the one who spoke was probably the second son Zhao Wenqu." Duan Pei whispered.
Zhao Hongrun introduced it by ear.
Although Duan Pei has not seen many people from the Zhao family with his own eyes, the members of the Zhao family have been clearly detected by the Green Crows under him, so with a little inference, they can guess the identity of the other party.
Zhao Hongrun nodded towards Duan Pei as a sign of approval for the work of the Green Crows.
Immediately, he turned to look at Zhao Wenqu, chuckled and said, "Why, do you have any objection?"
Just as Duan Pei had guessed, it was indeed Zhao Laiyu's second son, Zhao Wenqu, who laughed just now. He looked angry at this moment, pointed at Zhao Hongrun and said: "Zhao Hongrun, don't think we are afraid of you.
You are a descendant of the Zhao family with the surname Ji, and so are we! ...The quarrel was so tense that neither of us looked good!"
Zhao Laiyu’s sons are really inferior to each other...
Zhao Hongrun chuckled disdainfully, not bothering to argue with such a fool who still thinks he is right despite the disaster before his eyes, and said lightly: "I will not mention the past grudges for the time being... Since it is you who proposed to move away from Anling,
Then, you must move!"
When Zhao Wenqu heard this, his face became even more angry. He glared at Zhao Hongrun and said, "What if I say no?"
Zhao Hongrun smiled lightly and said, "The Wang family is a lesson for you to learn from others!"
In other words, you want to destroy my Zhao family's mansion?
Zhao Laiyu's three sons were furious when they heard this, and Zhao Wenqu even cursed angrily: "Zhao Hongrun, do you think you dare?!"
Hearing this, Zhao Hongrun's eyes turned cold. He felt that there was no need to be polite to this guy who wouldn't shed tears until he saw the coffin.
"Smash!"
After hearing this, the hundred-man merchant navy army swarmed forward. (To be continued.) 8