Daqian, Yizhou, Qianling.
Prince Zhao's Mansion.
Armor abounds.
A well-known internal guard of Prince Zhao's Mansion, holding a real sword and a real gun, fought fiercely with a young man wearing a tiger-headed king's armor, whose face was somewhat similar to Zhao Chongyuan's, in the martial arts arena of Prince Zhao's Mansion.
The sharp weapons each person holds are bright long knives and sharp red-tasseled spears.
There were constant sounds of clashing weapons and shouts of killing.
But no matter how many of the guards in Prince Zhao's palace fought, they could never get closer to the young man wearing royal armor and holding Fang Tian's painted halberd in the middle of the martial arts field.
It didn't take long.
With the last sound of Fang Tian's painted halberd breaking through the air, all the palace guards surrounding the young man cried and fell to the ground.
"You're a bunch of trash, what's the point of raising you?"
Looking at this scene, the young man whose face was somewhat similar to Zhao Chongyuan snorted coldly and threw the Fang Tian Painted Halberd in his hand into the hands of several guards on the side.
This Fang Tian painted halberd fell into the hands of those guards.
The guards immediately took a few steps back. With the combined efforts of several people, they finally managed to save the Fangtian Painted Halberd.
"The prince's divine power is unparalleled and naturally beyond comparison."
At this moment, outside the martial arts arena, an old man wearing the costume of a palace steward said with a smile, and handed the steaming towel in his hand to the young man wearing royal armor.
The young man took the towel and wiped the sweat on his face, then looked at the old monk and asked, "Is there any news?"
"Of course there is news."
The old man smiled and said, "The reason why those aristocratic families who secretly connected with Nanchen were suddenly confiscated and exterminated by His Majesty was because Wen Liang, the son of Duke Qi of Nanchen, died in the hands of His Highness King Yan. Emperor Yuan Jia of Nanchen took the opportunity to attack Nanchen Qi. Duke Wen Ziheng took action and caused civil strife in Nanchen, so Your Majesty found the opportunity to confiscate the family and exterminate the clan."
"I remember that those aristocratic families seemed to have some contacts with my second brother. With his brains, he didn't protect him?"
After wiping his face, the young man threw away the towel in his hand, stretched out his arm, and let the maid and eunuch beside him remove his armor.
The old man grinned and said: "His Royal Highness, King Qin, naturally thought so, but there seemed to be an expert instructing him secretly, so he endured this bad breath, and even killed a concubine sent by the Zhou family to express his loyalty. Determined to never have any contact with the Zhou family."
The so-called Zhou family is naturally one of the few aristocratic families that has some dealings with Nan Chen.
The so-called thousand-year-old family, a century-old royal family.
Such is the case with the flowing water royal family and the iron-clad aristocratic family.
The Zhou family has been established in Daqian for nearly a thousand years. It has a large tree with deep roots. It has contacts with both the imperial court and Nanchen.
If it hadn't been for the trouble in Nanchen this time, it would have been difficult for His Majesty to touch the Zhou family.
"Expert?"
The young man sneered, "Isn't it just the loser Lao Si? Like Lao Jiu, the mother clan has no abilities, so he can only take refuge under Lao Er's disciples and act as a dog-headed military advisor for Lao Er."
This young man is none other than the third son of Zhao Chongyuan, the current emperor of Daqian, Jin Wang Zhao Heng.
The mother is one of Zhao Chongyuan's most favored concubines, and the maternal clan behind her is the other Duke Lu Guogong Qian Song in addition to the Duke of Wei, Xu Tiande, in the current Daqian Army.
Speaking of the fourth prince, King Zhao Hua of Han.
A trace of contempt flashed in Zhao Heng's eyes.
"Your Majesty is protected by Duke Lu and favored by His Majesty. He granted me the title of Yangzhou, the most prosperous city in Daqian. Naturally, there is no need to take the King of Han seriously."
The old man flattered him with a smile, but at this point his voice changed, and he reminded him meaningfully: "But your lord, if the king of Han and the king of Qin come together, you'd better pay more attention to it."
"Are you afraid that one day my father will depose that little bastard Qingzhan and make King Qin the crown prince?"
Zhao Heng looked at the old man sideways.
"good."
The old man nodded.
Zhao Heng said disdainfully: "When the eldest brother was here, the second child didn't dare to fart. Now that the eldest brother is dead, he is jumping up and down. But even with his father, the emperor will not pass the throne to him."
Although Zhao Chongyuan appointed Zhao Qingzhan as the emperor's eldest grandson, everyone knew it in their hearts.
This is nothing more than a delaying tactic.
The real contenders for the throne are several princes with strong maternal clan influence.
One is the second prince, King Qin, one side is the third prince, King Wei, and the other is the King Zhao in front of him.
Regardless of the maternal clan power behind the three princes, or the princes they were awarded, these three princes were respected among the many princes in Daqian.
As for the fourth prince Han Wang Zhao Hua, he was just an ordinary prince with no power and no background like the ninth prince Zhao Ding.
Basically, he has been excluded from the center of imperial power since birth, and his fiefdoms are all in remote areas.
Even if Zhao Chongyuan really deposes Zhao Qingzhan, the eldest grandson of the emperor, in the future.
With the strength of the fourth prince Zhao Hua and the ninth prince Zhao Ding, they are basically not qualified to participate in the competition for the throne.
"I asked you to send someone to investigate Lao Jiu's activities. Have you found out?"
After a while, Zhao Heng suddenly looked at the old man and asked.
"Of course there is news."
The old man smiled complacently, but before Zhao Heng could speak, the old man said with a wry smile: "Speaking of the fact that Wen Liang was captured, it is quite funny, but it was because the sky fell from Qingzhou in Nanchen and fell in Nanchen. In the camp, Wen Liang panicked and fled to Youzhou with his people, but was captured by His Highness King Yan and his old and weak soldiers. I heard that His Highness King Yan was almost captured by Wen Liang several times.
It's also quite funny to say.
My own prince, in his own fiefdom, was captured by a few panicked thieves. "
Having said this, the old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"really?"
Zhao Heng looked at the old man suspiciously.
"Of course it's serious."
The old man said noncommittally: "I thought the news was false at first, so we collected evidence from two parties. On the one hand, we secretly contacted our spies in Youzhou, and on the other hand, we contacted the secret whistle we left in the capital. This news is still that secret. I paid a lot of money to buy it from the little eunuch next to the prince, so it cannot be faked, and I also compared the two parties, so there is no possibility of fraud."
The old man shook his head and said.
Hearing this, Zhao Heng suddenly laughed: "That Wen Liang is really a fool, and Lao Jiu is really lucky. I didn't expect that when he was studying in the palace, he was so boring that he couldn't knock anything out with eight sticks. He looks like a piece of shit, but he can actually get such good luck."
Recalling Zhao Ding's honest and honest appearance when he was studying in the capital.
Zhao Heng also sneered and said: "Immediately I ordered you to send someone to bring me the telescope, fine wine and jade dew that I spent a lot of money to get from the capital, and the clock that was passed down from Nanchen.
With such a good opportunity, I naturally should go to the capital to show my filial piety to my father. "
Speaking of the telescope, it is really a good treasure.
Standing on the mountain, you can see the plants and trees miles away, and they are so clear, as if they are right in front of you. The nectar and jade dew were brewed by Du Kang, the god of wine. It is said that he is the great-grandson of Master Yang Fu. Mrs. Yang gave birth to this child to her concubine after drinking this fine wine and jade dew.
It's a pity that the Zuixian Building has been sold to the public in limited quantities.
Even the prince sent people and only got four or five taels back.
It is a good time to dedicate this trip to Beijing to Zhao Chongyuan.
As for the clock, it's even more remarkable.
It can record time in detail and completely replace the role of the corona.
If it is equipped in a military camp, it can greatly increase the mobilization speed of the army.
With his father's bent on reversing the decline of Daqian, he must be overjoyed.
By then, Zhao Heng will definitely be more valued by his father!
