Counting, Zhao Rang walked to the door of the room someone mentioned.
Just looking at this door, there is no difference between it and the left and right. But Zhao Rang knew what he would face after opening this door. m.
In fact, he had thought about all this since he was pulled out of the illusion formation by Yuan Mingkong.
The other party has a plan, and he is not a fool.
Opening the door, the furnishings in the room are elegant and simple.
At first glance, there are no extravagant or complicated decorations, but the size, workmanship, and even placement of everything are just right.
Zhao Rang walked into the house without worrying about any ambush. Because he knew that this room should be the safest place for Taihe Curie. Even if there was chaos outside, it would always be quiet here, like a paradise.
There is a tea table in the center of the room. It is the only bright color in the room.
It can be seen that the owner of the house likes drinking tea, otherwise he would not spend so much effort to build such a tea table.
Zhao Rang's father also likes to drink tea, so he knows something about the tea table.
The reason why this tea table is so brilliant is that it is made of the finest golden nanmu.
There is no such wood in the Western Regions.
Even in its place of origin, Daweinan, trees as wide as this and at least a hundred years old are rare nowadays.
Zhao Rang sat down on the main seat facing the door and reached out to touch the tea table.
The delicate wood is like a girl's skin, maybe its owner thinks so too.
People in the world are so colorful and diverse. Some people like girls, while others like tea tables. Some people kill people but also worship Buddha; some people practice Taoism but gamble.
Under the tea table is an underglaze jar containing walnut charcoal.
Zhao Rang lit a fire and boiled a pot of water and waited quietly for the water to boil.
There is a very delicate spoon on the mouth of the kettle. When the water boils, the hot air passes through the whistle, which makes a crisp whistle.
When the whistle sounded, Zhao Rang's ears twitched.
He kept his eyes closed while boiling water, so his ears became particularly sensitive.
In addition to the whistle, he also heard the sound of the door opening from downstairs.
Another person comes to Taiheju!
And there’s only one person!
This man stood in the hall for a long time after entering the door without moving. It looks very much like Wei Xingshu who appeared quietly in Zhao Rang's house among the guests in Qingshan.
But he knew that this person must not be Wei Xingshu.
Although he didn't see it, he firmly believed in his judgment.
The whistle of the kettle was a bit harsh after listening to it for a long time, so Zhao Rang took it off the stove.
He didn't see where the tea leaves were, otherwise he would have made two cups of tea.
The stairs of Taihe Residence were the same as when he came up, without making any noise, but Zhao Rang had already noticed that someone was going upstairs and would soon arrive at the door of this room.
He didn't close the door just now, so he could see a figure flashing from the side.
But when the person actually stood at the door, Zhao Rang's expression changed... because the judgment he had just firmly believed was completely wrong.
There was not one person standing at the door, but two!
He guessed one person correctly, but the other person didn't even think of it!
"Father please!"
Wang Xiaoshan used his right hand to let Master Wang enter the room first.
Mr. Wang Santai smiled and bowed his hand to Zhao Rang, but did not speak. He walked straight to the bed, untied the knot on the window curtain, and pulled hard, and the bed board flipped open.
This bed is not for sleeping, but a box for storing things.
Under the thin bed board, there are many grids of different sizes.
Mr. Wang took out a thick amethyst bottle from inside, then closed the bed again, walked to Zhao Rang and sat down, and said:
"A long time ago, there was a kingdom in the Western Region that almost unified all the countries."
Zhao Rang had no expression on his face.
Because he had heard about what Master Wang San was talking about before, so there was nothing new about it.
And he also knew that that kingdom was the predecessor of Shanye Kingdom.
"It's a pity that the last king of that kingdom only cared about pleasure and did not think about progress. In the end, he was rebelled by the court officials and lost his country and his life."
Zhao Rang also knew about this, so he remained expressionless.
Mr. Wang San didn't mind Zhao Rang's indifference at all.
He should also be able to imagine that Zhao Rang would treat him like this.
When the liar and the deceived person sit face to face, how can the deceived person become happy?
"It is said that he never lit any lights in his palace, and even built a water pavilion on the Gobi Desert. Hundreds of large orbs were hung on the eaves of the attic. When reflected from the water, the entire palace would be as bright as day!"
"Then he really deserves to be subjugated!"
Zhao Rang said for the first time.
"Who says otherwise! With such extravagance, it will be destroyed sooner or later."
Mr. Wang San changed the subject and continued:
"But he is obsessed with winemaking, so the fact that we have such good wine in the Western Regions is thanks to him."
Zhao Rang sneered:
"Is the wine he brews better than Jinfeng Yulu?"
Mr. Wang didn't seem to hear the choking smell of gunpowder in Zhao Rang's words, and replied seriously:
"It's indeed much better! But this has nothing to do with his brewing method. It's due to a specialty from the Western Regions."
Zhao Rang looked at the amethyst bottle in Mr. Wang's hand.
"Master Zhao is indeed smart! A beauty goes with a hero, a good horse goes with a good saddle, and good wine must be bottled with good wine."
Zhao Rang withdrew his gaze, looked down at his black steel sword and said:
"It's a pity that my good sword doesn't have a good scabbard!"
Mr. Wang Santai waved to his adopted son Wang Xiaoshan, who stood silently behind him, and pulled out a black scabbard from his arms.
"Master Wang San is indeed very powerful. Is there anything in the Western Region that you don't know about?"
Zhao Rang could tell at a glance that the scabbard was made of black steel, and the size was just right for his black steel sword.
Wang Xiaoshan said proudly:
"Within a radius of 800 miles, there are very few things that my adoptive father doesn't know!"
Zhao Rang thought for a while, from King Lanmo City to here, if Songtao Mountain is not included, this place is really within the 800 miles of Mr. Wang San's Xiangteng Bureau.
Then Wang Xiaoshan pinched his throat again and said in a strange tone:
"Alive."
"This is the second question."
"She is in the second room at the east end of the third floor of Taihe Residence."
Zhao Rang was dazed for a long time, then grinned and laughed.
"It seems that I was right to ask Yuan Mingkong to go back early. Haidiye is indeed one of yours."
Wang Xiaoshan said contemptuously:
"Just him? That walnut head is destined to never be able to bathe in the holy light of the leader in this life!"
Zhao Rang breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the guest in green shirt was safe for the time being. However, looking at Wang Xiaoshan's enthusiastic expression, he still sighed and said:
"Isn't it good to be a rich man in Lan Mo Country?"
This is for Mr. Wang San.
Zhao Rang couldn't imagine that he would take this road.
Let me ask you, a person who lacks nothing, even has everything he needs, has no burden, and is old enough to only enjoy himself and wait for death, but still wants to fight with a handful of old bones, what is the purpose of it?
Before Mr. Wang San could explain, his adopted son gave him the answer:
"If someone like my adoptive father had been the national advisor, the country would not have been destroyed in the first place!"
"And when my adoptive father becomes the national advisor, he will make me the generalissimo, lead the army in conquests, and unify the Western Regions!"
Zhao Rang suddenly realized, but at the same time he also had greater doubts.
Is it worth it to give up everything you have for an illusory status?
But he quickly realized that he didn't need to understand this matter, he just needed to know
Now he finally understood the purpose of Mr. Wang San's actions: he wanted to be a national advisor. The imperial advisor in the Western Regions was equivalent to a powerful prime minister.
"Then what should the national master do now?"
Mr. Wang San and Wang Xiaoshan looked at each other. They didn't expect that a smart man like Zhao Rang would ask such a stupid question!
In Dawei, there is only one person who can appoint the prime minister. In the same way, in Lan Mo Country, there is only one person who can decide who will be the national advisor.
The person who promised to let Mr. Wang San be the national advisor would of course become the only one.
The current national master of Shan Ye Kingdom is also the leader of the divine religion in Wang Xiaoshankou.
"Haha, shouldn't the leader you worship be a god? How can he be so vulgar and want to be the ruler of the world?"
When Wang Xiaoshan saw that Zhao Rang was rude to his beliefs, he immediately became angry.
Mr. Wang San said in a calm tone:
"The dead are the most important. No matter what Mr. Zhao says today, just listen carefully!" 1
After saying that, he opened the amethyst wine bottle with one hand, took out a teacup from the drawer of the tea table, and poured a glass of wine.
The bed does not need to be used for sleeping, and the tea cup does not need to be used for drinking tea.
People who are still alive can also become "the dead are the greatest".
It's a pity that the teacup is not a wine glass after all. The wine in the teacup does not have the same color as in the wine glass. It looks extremely dull, like the face of an old man covered with spots.
Zhao Rang would never want to drink such wine at any time, let alone when he was already dead in the mouth of the person who poured the wine.
"It turns out that Mr. Zhao is also afraid!"
Wang Xiaoshan immediately changed his tone.
"I'm afraid that I won't let Yuan Mingkong leave first."
"Do you think you can survive?"
Wang Xiaoshan's eyes were almost reduced to the whites of his eyes, which was extremely disdainful.
"I thought about losing completely and dying completely."
Of course Wang Xiaoshan felt that Zhao Rang was telling lies:
"If you've figured it all out, why do you still look a little scared?"
"Because I'm worried about my friends."
Zhao Rang said calmly.
"At this time, do you still have time to worry about others?"
"If a person has a friend worth thinking about before he dies, then his fear must not be fear of death, but fear that his friend will be unhappy because of his death."
No one in the world can live forever, and naturally no one can be with you forever. But as long as he is still remembered and missed by others, this person will not completely disappear.
Even if Mr. Wang San, who only wanted to be a national teacher, lived a long time, he would never understand this truth in his life, and naturally he would not teach it to his adopted son Wang Xiaoshan. 1
