King Qi stood on the high steps, condescendingly looking at the people kneeling below as if they were looking at dead people.
Scanned by his cold gaze, the kneeling man shivered subconsciously, and he couldn't tell whether it was the cold weather or the premonition of impending disaster that made him cold.
"...Things, that's what happened. My lord, I also wanted to share your worries. If the people in the Daihou Mansion hadn't been too cunning and actually found the families of those ruffians, my slave's plan would have been successful!"
Listening to this man's quibbling, King Qi not only looked cold at this moment, but even his tone was so cold that it froze.
"Haha." He sneered: "You just do this in private, but you still have the nerve to report it to me since you didn't succeed?"
Although the King of Qi has always resented his subordinates making their own decisions, if they succeed, the King of Qi will reward him. He may even be very happy at that time because the person being punished is Su Ziji, a newly ennobled prince.
Presumably this person who has been following me for a long time thinks the same way and has figured out my own thoughts very well.
But it failed!
A situation where it was difficult to have both ends was unexpectedly broken by someone else. They didn't take any direct action at all, but let the ruffian's family discipline the clan members. With just one move, the game was broken into pieces and could no longer proceed.
Although outsiders did not know that these local gangsters were found by people in their own palaces, there was a cultural gathering held by Prince Qi's Palace and Daihou's Palace at the same time. This meant that he did not do this, and others might think so.
There is no need for a reason, the first thing that comes to mind is fear.
King Qi, who was already very angry because of his father's reward of the Daihou Yu, was like a firecracker thrown directly into the fire, exploding with a single blast.
If outsiders know that I am a ruffian, wouldn't it make me think that I am too out of style?
"Drag him down immediately and chop him down!" King Qi directly ordered without wanting to take another look.
"Yes!" The soldiers who had been prepared for a long time rushed forward, dragged the person up and walked back.
This man was a servant of the royal palace, and other palaces might still be wary of their servants for fear of being accused of being violent, but King Qi didn't care about this at all.
He was dragged up and away by the swarming people. Seeing that he was about to be dragged to the courtyard specially designed for killing people, the man was so frightened that his face turned pale, and his screams were even more like that of a slaughtered pig.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, have mercy on me! Your Majesty, please have mercy on me!"
"Your Majesty! I have no merit but hard work, Your Majesty!"
Several staff members were specially called to watch this incident. When they heard the screams, they all trembled subconsciously and turned a little pale.
"You see, this person made his own decisions and ruined my king's affairs."
"What do you think about the current situation?" King Qi glanced at his counselor's face and smiled: "Yes, you might as well tell me."
Wen Xunpeng looks at the nose with his eyes, his mouth and his heart.
"Your Majesty, I have an idea." Just when King Qi could hardly hold back his smile, Sun Bolan stood up.
King Qi glanced at him, a little pleased: "Mr. Sun, tell me."
"Yes! My lord, if Su Ziji is so experienced, I'm afraid he won't be able to lose face through these things. And even if he loses face, it's probably nothing to someone like him who has been living outside for more than ten years."
Sun Bolan smiled: "It's better to attack him directly. I heard that he has recruited many people from the former prince. I don't believe it. All of them are loyal. Maybe we can find people and attack him internally. Then no matter what he does, it will be very difficult." convenient……"
King Qi nodded. This idea was not very amazing, but it was not bad either. But when he said it, he said to Wen Xunpeng: "You have failed several times and should have been punished. Considering your past merits, , I’ll leave this matter to you.”
"Ah...yes!" Wen Xunpeng didn't expect that he couldn't escape even if he kept silent. He was shocked and angry. This idea came from Sun Bolan. He should have done it, and he had no credit. If he did it wrong, the entire responsibility would be on him. Already.
This must be because several plans involving Su Ziji have gone wrong, so he is looking for a scapegoat. How partial is the prince!
Just looking at the prince's cold gaze, he could only respond respectfully.
Daihou Mansion
The study room is several feet square, quiet and elegant. There is a red sandalwood bookcase at the south end, full of handwritten books, and jade flutes hanging on the wall. There is a desk in front of the west window, with a vase on it, with several plum blossoms in it. It has not been put away, it is elegant and pleasant. In addition, there is an unfolded painting.
This painting is of an ancient temple in the rain, with lanterns hanging under the eaves, a Taoist man carrying a sword and looking at it, and a poem on it.
"[Danqing] +300, level 13 (8857/13000)"
"[Calligraphy] +260, level 13 (10095/13000)"
The increased value still made Su Ziji quite satisfied. Standing in front of the desk in the study, he found that he could not learn from the experience, so he carefully looked at the work in front of him again.
"It's interesting." As he said this, Su Ziji walked aside, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and drew a few strokes on the already laid out drawing paper.
It's said to be just a few strokes, but it's actually all done in one go. When I finish the painting, there's one more stroke in the landscape painting.
If you look carefully, it seems to be a landscape painting, but every detail is composed of the Chinese character "福". If it were to be truly painted, not to mention the painting skills, it would take a lot of effort.
Putting down his pen, Su Ziji pondered.
"The previous dynasty is indeed a dynasty with a long history. Even literati with little reputation have 300 points of experience."
The author of the calligraphy and painting is just a literati who has never left a reputation in history. He is only famous in the place where he lives. Therefore, the author and the works he writes will naturally not be sold at a high price.
Even if the work is excellent, it is not favored by collectors because it is not famous. This is a helpless reality.
Su Ziji was willing to exchange this one with a relatively famous calligraphy and painting from the previous dynasty that he had learned from experience. However, the gift of calligraphy and painting was very surprising, and unintentionally, he reached a kind of money-buying-horse deal. Effect.
Since then, some people have come to send calligraphy and paintings one after another.
Everyone felt that this was because Dai Hou was a generous man and refused to take advantage of his son. He often exchanged higher-priced calligraphy and paintings for new ones.
But in fact, Su Ziji collected past calligraphy and paintings not for collection, but to learn from experience.
Just from this calligraphy and painting, 300 experience points can be gained. In Su Ziji's opinion, it already has exchange value.
"My lord."
The wild Taoist came in silently, and it wasn't until Su Ziji recovered his thoughts and turned around that he called softly.
"You came back just in time. Today I bought a few baskets of frozen pears. I heard you like to eat these. Someone will send a basket to your yard later." Su Ziji saw him coming back and said with a smile.
The wild Taoist also smiled and thanked me, straightened his expression, and talked about the matter.
"My lord, two of the three people you asked to investigate have already obtained some results."
"Fu Sangyun probably came from a noble family and was already a second-grade military attaché, so he was usually cautious in his words and deeds. He did not even make too many friends with his colleagues, and only interacted with some lower-level officials who were also in the infantry yamen. Duan Yanxing and Zhou Lu, in Jin Yan