ps: The "Yang Hidden Thief" in the previous chapter refers to the "Yang Hidden Thief". I could type it before. But this time I don't know what happened to the vocabulary at a certain point. This word is pronounced "yi" and describes the sound of water flow. Forget it.
In the future, maybe we should change the name to "杝(ya) Yangyin Thief" and try to type it out. The two words have similar meanings.
In addition, for the two book friends who can’t wait to accuse the author of delaying the protagonist’s ascension to the throne, if you care about the results, please read the introduction of this book. The introduction contains the entire essence of the book. And the author writes about this process, writing
How Zhao Hongrun networked various forces, recruited and strengthened his team, and finally changed his mind and took that position.
In short, if the protagonist of this book ascends to the throne, it means that the book has reached 4/5, and is not far from the end. But now, it is the fateful battle between the prince and King Yong, and the others are avoiding it.
The following text
More than ten days later, Duan Pei, the leader of the Blue Crows, quietly came to Zhao Hongrun and called mysteriously: "Your Highness."
At this time, Zhao Hongrun was planning the construction of villages in Anling County. After all, he had to resettle 50,000 refugees outside the city, which was not an easy task.
Fortunately, he severely punished the nobles in the city a while ago. The nobles of the Zhao family in the city who have now defected to Zhao Laiyu are willing to give up part of their land, plus those who are with the Anling Wang family.
The exodus of the nobles who were convicted and expelled from Anling also left a large part of the land, which finally gave Zhao Hongrun some place to resettle the refugees outside the city.
Of course, although Zhao Hongrun has a lot of open space in his hands, compared with 50,000 refugees, it still seems stretched and quite nervous.
Therefore, Zhao Hongrun decided to establish a new village outside Anling City and also implemented the Anling Workshop. After all, this was the promise he made.
As long as everything goes smoothly, perhaps Anling will become an important processing place under the name of the Yu Manufacturing Bureau, allowing Wei's civilian crafts to develop rapidly.
However, thanks to this, Zhao Hongrun has not left the study room of the county government office for nearly ten days, and has been busy with this matter every day.
In fact, Zhao Hongrun was filled with hatred because his father was like this. He was entangled in many state affairs and court affairs of the huge Wei Kingdom, so that he was tied to the corner of Chui Gong Hall for half his life. He was only in his forties.
His hair turned gray.
Whenever he saw his father's gray hair, Zhao Hongrun felt that the words "Cui Gong Palace" were full of malice.
Note: Chui Gong, that is, ruling by hanging the arch, means that the country can be governed well without doing anything. It can be regarded as a malicious self-mockery of a certain generation of the late king of Wei State, or it may be his lifelong long-cherished wish.
Because of this, Zhao Hongrun didn't want to fight for that position, because he didn't want to be tied to that small place all his life like his father.
It's true that he loves the country of Wei, but it doesn't mean that he has to sacrifice his whole life for it.
But he didn't expect that now that he had arrived in Anling, he would still be restrained in a small area of less than three or four feet in the Anling County government office. To be honest, it was driving him crazy.
Unfortunately, his extraordinary desire for control and a certain degree of perfectionism obsessive-compulsive disorder made him uneasy about leaving such a big matter to Anling County Magistrate Yan Yong to handle.
After things are on track, leave everything to him.
"..."
Glancing at Duan Pei who had already arrived beside him, Zhao Hongrun took a long breath, put down his pen and rubbed his brow bones that were a little sore due to concentrating for a long time, and asked in a not so kind tone: "What's the matter?"
Although Duan Pei was a reckless man, he could also see that Zhao Hongrun was in a bad mood at the moment, so he immediately restrained the mysterious expression on his face, gave up the idea of betraying him, and said succinctly: "Your Highness, you want someone, Qingya
Everyone brought it back."
"Huh?"
Hearing this, Zhao Hongrun was slightly startled, then his face showed a hint of surprise, and he said happily: "Really?...Bring him here!"
"yes!"
Duan Pei retreated in response. After a moment, he took a Confucian scholar wearing a green shirt by the hand. The latter's whole body was tied with ropes and a black hood was covered on his head.
Seeing this person, Zhao Hongrun showed a slight smile on his face.
He waved his hand to indicate Duan Pei.
Duan Pei understood, reached out and took off the black cloth cover on the Confucian scholar's head, revealing the Confucian scholar's thin face.
"Huh? Woohoo..."
When the black cloth cover was taken off, the Confucian scholar's eyes were flashing with contempt and determination. But when he saw Zhao Hongrun sitting behind the desk looking at him with interest, his eyes widened.
The boss looked like he had seen a ghost and was speechless.
Well, he was indeed speechless because there was still a ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth.
At this time, Duan Pei had already removed the ropes from the Confucian scholar's body, and also took away the cloth from the man's mouth.
But the Confucian scholar remained silent and stared at Zhao Hongrun with disbelief until Zhao Hongrun took the initiative to greet him: "Mr. Luo, you are well."
Yes, this person is none other than Luo Yao, a talented man who fell out of favor with the Prince of the East Palace not long ago.
Hearing that Zhao Hongrun took the initiative to say hello, Luo Yao rubbed his arms, which were a little sore from being tied with ropes for a long time, and looked at Zhao Hongrun with complex eyes. After a while, he said quietly: "I was still guessing.
Which strongman (i.e., bandit) in the Wei Dynasty dares to rob someone in Daliang? Who would have thought it was His Highness Prince Su..."
Zhao Hongrun laughed when he heard this. Of course he could hear the sarcasm in Luo Yao's words, but he was not surprised. After all, he was the one who asked the Qingya people to rob Luo Yao from Daliang to Anling. Luo Yao was angry.
It is inevitable.
"It's my fault, please forgive me, sir."
Zhao Hongrun stood up and took the initiative to bow to Luo Yao. The latter was surprised and quickly dodged, and the indignation in his eyes gradually disappeared.
"Is this Anling?" Luo Yao looked around a few times and asked casually.
"Exactly...Mr. Luo, please take a seat." Zhao Hongrun asked Luo Yao to sit down in the study, and then ordered the Zongwei Chief Wei Jiao to prepare tea.
During this period, Luo Yao did not accept Zhao Hongrun's invitation to sit down, but wandered around the room. It seems that he still had some grudges about Zhao Hongrun sending people to forcibly kidnap him to Anling.
"Huh?"
When Luo Yao walked to the desk, he noticed the overall architectural planning and rectification drawings of Anling County drawn by Zhao Hongrun. His eyes showed a little strange color, and he read the notes on the drawings with great interest.
These notes were originally written by Zhao Hongrun to the county magistrate Yan Yong. After all, Zhao Hongrun could not be responsible for specific matters by himself, otherwise what would the county magistrate Yan Yong do?
These notes related to Zhao Hongrun's attitude towards Anling people and refugees outside the city, which also made Luo Yao understand the fact that there were a large number of refugees in Anling.
"Just and fair!" Luo Yao read all the notes, nodded appreciatively, and then took the initiative to sit next to him and sat across from Zhao Hongrun.
It can be seen that Zhao Hongrun's attitude towards the people made the last trace of resentment in Luo Yao's heart dissipate.
"His Royal Highness King Su pretended to be a strongman and kidnapped me to Anling. I don't know why?" Luo Yao asked seriously.
Zhao Hongrun did not speak, but looked at Luo Yao.
When he was in the palace, Zhao Hongrun had an acquaintance with Luo Yao, who was a staff member of the East Palace at that time. The latter expressed his apology on behalf of the East Palace and hoped to turn their hostility into friendship with Zhao Hongrun.
After that, Zhao Hongrun also met Luo Yao several times one after another.
At that time, Luo Yao was very heroic. Although he had a bookish air, his temperament was very attractive, and he had the temperament of a disciple of Confucianism.
But in front of Luo Yao, he could only see that his eye sockets were sunken and his cheeks were a little thin. It could be seen that he might have been worried for some reason recently.
Zhao Hongrun naturally knew this reason.
However, those eyes were still bright and bright, and they were turning slightly at the moment, apparently guessing Zhao Hongrun's purpose of forcibly abducting him.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun smiled slightly, but he also concealed it. He looked at Luo Yao and said sincerely: "Mr. Luo, I always like to speak directly... Luo Yao, how about working for me?"
"..." Luo Yao opened his mouth slightly, somewhat speechless.
Maybe he had already made a guess, but he didn't expect that Zhao Hongrun would be so straightforward and recruit him straight to the point.
After thinking about it, Luo Yao's eyes moved slightly, and he said quietly: "His Royal Highness Prince Su's warm solicitation made Luo Yao panic... But I have already defected to the East Palace..."
Zhao Hongrun laughed loudly after hearing this, and said with a smile: "Sir, please don't try to deceive me. As far as I know, you have already moved away from the East Palace, and you are no longer as respected by the East Palace as you were before."
"..." Luo Yao was silent for a moment after hearing this. He clenched his clothes with both hands. After a while, he looked at Zhao Hongrun and said quietly: "His Royal Highness Prince Su is really talented. He is far away in Anling, but he knows everything about Daliang..."
Zhao Hongrun understood the strange color in Luo Yao's eyes and said with a smile: "Everyone has their own secrets, right?"
"..."
Hearing this, Luo Yao stared at Zhao Hongrun, then shook his head and said: "Thanks to His Highness King Su, Luo Yao is grateful, but please forgive Luo Yao for speaking frankly, His Highness cannot let Luo Yao express his ambitions."
Zhao Hongrun couldn't help being dumbfounded. After frowning slightly, he couldn't help but think of what Zhao Laiyu once said. He frowned and asked: "Because I have never participated in the fight for the throne, there is no possibility of becoming the monarch of the Wei Dynasty?"
"...Exactly!" Luo Yao said seriously after a slight pause.
Zhao Hongrun opened his mouth when he heard this, his mood was really complicated.
Because Zhao Laiyu once told him that a truly talented person with lofty ambitions would not defect to a prince who had no chance of becoming the monarch of Wei, even if it was Zhao Hongrun, even if he now has great power.
Is the difference that big?
Zhao Hongrun frowned.
Seeing this, a strange color flashed in Luo Yao's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.
I saw him saying quietly: "His Royal Highness King Su, you are indeed a master worthy of our followers and allegiance, but right now you are unable to realize the ambition in Luo Yao's heart... However, if His Highness King Su participates in the fight for the throne,
, Luo Yao is willing to defect to King Su and die for King Su."
After saying that, Luo Yao looked at Zhao Hongrun intently.
"..."
Zhao Hongrun opened his mouth and hesitated rarely. (To be continued.)