Chapter six hundred and thirty-fifth bear heart of mentality change
Xiong Xin, who had been sitting there all day in the Chu Palace, waited from sunrise to sunset. The palace doors were closed and the oil lamps were lit, but he did not wait for the envoys sent by the Zhao, Jing, and Qu families to contact him.
As time went by, Xiong Xin's mood changed from complacency at first, to restlessness after waiting for a long time, to uncontrollable disappointment when the sun went down, to despair when the palace door closed.
After dinner, Xiong Xin dispersed all the people who were serving him, and went alone to the ancestral temple where the memorial tablets of past dynasties of the Chu Kingdom were displayed. He knelt on the ground with a face filled with grief and indignation.
"My ancestors, everyone in the world says that even though the Chu Kingdom was destroyed, the people of Chu still gravitated towards the Xiong family. However, the three families of Zhaojing and Qu, who were born in the Xiong family, only cared about their own wealth and did not care about the life and death of the Xiong family. They did not care about their descendants.
I really don’t know how to revitalize Dachu.”
"If our ancestors have spirits in heaven, please give us guidance. The unworthy descendants are here to kowtow to our ancestors."
After Xiong Xin finished speaking, he kowtowed three times respectfully.
Even though he was somewhat intelligent, Xiong Xin was only a fourteen-year-old boy after all. After his careful plan to support the three Qu families in Zhaojing failed miserably, he became seriously ill and sought medical treatment or sought inner comfort. He couldn't help but come to the ancestral temple to complain and seek help.
But what was placed in front of Xiong Xin was, after all, just an ordinary tablet newly carved from fine nanmu, so he couldn't give him a response.
After kneeling for a while, his legs were numb and his heart was cold, Xiong Xin slowly stood up. The ancestors did not respond and could only rely on themselves.
At this time, a cold wind suddenly blew outside the ancestral temple. Xiong Xin, who was wearing a slightly thin shirt, couldn't help but shudder.
With a "clang" sound, a well-placed spiritual statue suddenly fell from the shelf and hit the cold bluestone ground.
Xiong Xin was shocked. He quickly stepped forward to pick up the spirit tablet and inspected it carefully. He breathed a sigh of relief after finding that there was no damage or cracks.
Xiong Xin found the place where the spiritual tablet had been dropped and was about to put it back when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the name on the spiritual tablet. His face was startled and the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.
"The position of Xiong Lv, the king of Chuzhuang"
Xiong Xin turned around and glanced outside the ancestral temple. Under the weak starlight, everything was calm, with no sign of wind.
Xiong Xin lowered his head and glanced at the memorial tablet of King Zhuang in his hand, his eyes bright and shining brightly.
"Are my ancestors hinting that I will prosper the Chu Kingdom like King Zhuang?"
This idea suddenly appeared in Xiong Xin's mind, and then it expanded uncontrollably.
The loss and disappointment that was originally filled with my heart were swept away, replaced by a surge of pride and passion: I will definitely succeed in taking Chu State into my hands, and then lead Chu State to dominate the world and come to court from all directions.
Xiong Xin's arrogance lasted for dozens of breaths before he slowly calmed down.
His face was filled with perseverance. He used his robe to gently wipe away some dust from the tomb of King Chuzhuang, held it in his hands and put it back in place. He kowtowed three times respectfully and planned to leave.
For Xiong Xin, the trip to the ancestral temple was worth it.
The "hints from the ancestors" gave Xiong Xin endless confidence. He swept away the decadence in front of the ancestral temple and began to calmly think about who else was worth winning over besides the three families of Zhaojing and Qu.
After the restoration of the Chu State, countless descendants of the old Chu nobles and nobles came from all over the country, dragging their families and families with them, and swarmed in and responded very actively to support the great cause of the restoration of the Chu State.
As for how much publicity and selfishness there is, only they themselves know clearly.
With their status and strength in mind, these people successfully joined the ranks of the new Chu aristocracy and, like their ancestors, "assisted" the King of Chu in controlling the Chu Kingdom.
Although the strength of these people is far inferior to that of the three Zhaojing and Qu families, the power they hold cannot be underestimated.
Moreover, there were not just one or two families, but hundreds of them. Xiong Xin estimated that if he could take all of these people for his own use, his strength would be many times stronger than that of the three Zhaojing and Qu families.
Of course, it is impossible to conquer them all, and Xiong Xin is not so optimistic. He only thinks that he can conquer half of them, and that's about it.
Well, tomorrow I will ask someone to prepare a list and analyze and win over them one by one. The lonely king does not believe it. Is there not even a single loyal minister in the huge Chu State?
Xiong Xin strode out of the ancestral temple with his head held high, as if the broad road was right in front of him.
What Xiong Xin didn't know was that the moment he walked out of the ancestral temple, the originally intact tomb of King Chuzhuang suddenly cracked several small cracks.
Especially the word "王", which is split into two halves, seems to indicate something unknown.
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Early on the next morning, Xiong Xin asked the housekeeper to collect the strength rankings of the large and small families in Kuaiji City.
Although the housekeeper was a little confused about this, as an attendant of the King of Chu, he instinctively tried his best to complete the matter.
At noon, the housekeeper compiled a thick stack of rosters and sent them to Xiong Xin.
Xiong Xin then opened the first page and looked at the item at the top, a little stunned.
After a while, Xiong Xin took out a pen and added the word "bear" above the word "item".
Then Xiong Xin put aside the first page introducing the Xiang family and the second page introducing the three families of Zhaojing and Qu, and started reading carefully from the third page.
Descendants of Ejun, descendants of Shengjun, descendants of Yangchengjun...
Without exception, the ancestors of the top-ranked families are all the feudal lords of the old Chu.
After looking at it for an entire afternoon, Xiong Xin's eyes were sore before he had someone sort out the scattered rosters.
This time, Xiong Xin did not plan to recruit these families personally, because Song Yi once told him that as the king of Chu, his every move would be watched, so he should not act rashly.
When Xiong Xinhui personally took part in the recruitment of Zhaojing Qu Family and others, he had other considerations.
First, the strength of the three companies is not weak, and it is worth taking some risks.
Second, in Xiong Xin's opinion, the three families are all Chu Kingdom's official branches and branches of the Xiong family, so they should fully support him.
But he knew the result, so Xiong Xin didn't want to take the risk again.
Previously, when Song Yi was still alive, Xiong Xin had left all the recruiting work to him secretly.
Now that Song Yi died at the hands of Xiang Ji for no reason, Xiong Xinde had to find someone else.
Thinking of this, Xiong Xin's disgust for the Xiang family became even stronger.
"Unless the Xiang family dies, it will be difficult for the Xiong family to thrive." This thought is deeply rooted in Xiong's heart.
Just when Xiong Xin was about to find a new agent, a chamberlain hurriedly came to him, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, a weirdo came from outside the palace. He said that your Majesty has a serious illness and his life will be in danger.
And he has wonderful healing methods."
Hearing this, Xiong Xin became furious and said: "Where did this bastard come from and dared to curse the lonely king? Why don't you catch him and punish him?"
Seeing Xiong Xin getting angry, the chamberlain quickly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I will inform the guards to arrest him and let your Majesty deal with him."
Xiong Xin's face softened slightly, he snorted coldly, waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."
The chamberlain quickly got up from the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and planned to retreat.
Suddenly, the waiter's footsteps paused, with a hesitant look on his face.
Xiong Xin was keenly aware of this, frowned and asked: "Why, is there anything else?"
The servant was heartbroken and gritted his teeth and said: "That weirdo also said that the three Zhaojing and Qu families cannot cure the king's serious illness, but only he can. Please consider it carefully, the king."
Xiong Xin's face changed drastically when he heard this. He hesitated for a few breaths with a complex expression, and said decisively: "Invite this weirdo in quickly. The lonely king has something to ask him."