The first court meeting since the new king of Zhao took the throne ended in a fierce 'quarrel'.
In the end, Zhao Yong decided to respect his ancestor's wishes and continue to appoint Yang Wenjun Zhao Bao as the prime minister, taking charge of the political affairs of the DPRK and China.
The great minister Kou Anpingjun Zhao Cheng personally went to South Korea to discuss the marriage and finalize the details. Among this series of plans, only South Korea was Zhao's most reliable ally. South Korea and Zhao had common interests, and the two countries had a close relationship. It is quite deep, so it is most appropriate for Zhao Yong's third uncle Zhao Cheng to act on his behalf.
Li Dui and Lou Huan each took on the role of acting prime minister and rushed to the border to supervise the border officers and soldiers to enter a first-level war preparation state.
Ren Feiyi was appointed as the captain of the country and was in charge of Handan.
Later, Zhao Yong personally named Pang Nuan as his palace guard chief. This young general of similar age to himself was so excited that he couldn't help but admire the monarch's recognition.
It was already evening when the appointments and deployments were completed.
After dismissing his ministers, Zhao Yong returned to his empty Zhaohou Palace - Longtai Palace, surrounded by eunuchs and maids.
After having dinner alone, Zhao Yongjing calmed down and silently analyzed his current situation.
That's right, Zhao Yong just traveled to this world not long ago and found that he had become a celebrity in history - Wuling King Zhao Yong, a predecessor who was only one word different from his previous life. At first he refused, but as time went by he could only accept it.
In his previous life, he was just an ordinary social beast. After graduating from high school, he wandered around the society and achieved nothing for many years.
I paid a down payment with the hard-earned money my parents had worked hard to save all their lives. Later, when I couldn't repay the loan, I tried to take advantage of it. I accidentally got into gambling... and then it was over.
The person is gone, and I don’t know whether the loan will still be repaid.
Alas, I haven't even enjoyed the life of a happy prince for two days, and I have to accept this mess.
... Zhao Yong, who was immersed in his reverie, suddenly felt that his mind was a little dizzy, and he did not notice at all that a figure appeared behind him.
Under the dim light, two shadows gradually overlapped.
"Your Majesty, bow your head!" A scolding voice suddenly sounded from behind.
Zhao Yong was suddenly awakened by the sound of shouting, and subconsciously moved back.
A ray of cold light suddenly flashed across, cutting off a few strands of his black hair.
The assassin missed a hit, turned around and fled.
Zhao Yong quickly got up from the ground, feeling shocked.
The little palace maid on the side hurriedly stood in front of Zhao Yong and shouted loudly: "Catch the assassin! Come on, catch the assassin!"
Hearing the shouts from the palace, the palace guards rushed in from outside the door. Pang Nuan was the first to draw his sword and pounced on the assassin.
Within a few rounds, the assassin in black was outnumbered and was shot in the calf by a crossbow from the guard and fell down.
Pang Nuan's head was about to be chopped off with a single sword strike.
"Keep alive." Zhao Yong shouted hurriedly.
Such a reckless man! I have made a mistake.
Zhao Yong straightened the crooked crown on his head and walked to the heavily suppressed assassin.
He reached out and pulled off the black cloth on his mouth.
Um? She was actually a young woman.
"Tell me, who sent you to assassinate me."
"..."
"Bitch, be bold."
Zhao Yong raised his hand to signal Pang Nuan to silence.
"You are not from Zhao. Are you from Zhongshan? Qin? Qi? Song? Wei?..." Every time he read the name of a country, Zhao Yong looked at the changes in the assassin's expression.
It's a pity that this woman has a dead face from beginning to end.
"Pressed into the imperial prison, subject to strict trial." Zhao Yong waved his hand to signal the guards to escort the assassin down.
When everyone retreated, Zhao Yong immediately shouted angrily: "Pang Nuan, do you know your guilt?"
"The guilty minister will die, but the king is fine, and the minister will die without regrets!" He was about to draw his sword and kill himself.
Zhao Yong hurriedly stepped forward and snatched the sword from his hand, and threw it to the ground with a bang: "If you want to die, let me die on the battlefield. This time, I will spare you the death penalty for your first time in office, and punish you with three years' salary as a warning to others!" get out!"
As soon as he inherited the throne, an assassin sneaked into the palace. Zhao Yong really wanted to kill him. But in the early days of 'entrepreneurship', there were few talents in the Zhao Kingdom... This Pang Nuan was a good general with outstanding resourcefulness in the memory of Zhao Yong's predecessor. He seemed to be a descendant of Pang Juan of the Wei Kingdom, with a background and a famous teacher. Why are you acting so recklessly?
After drinking Pang Nuan back, he noticed the little palace maid who just stood in front of him regardless of her own safety.
The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was wearing a curved skirt with sleeves. Her face was fair, her eyebrows were painted with indigo and her lips were rouged. At this time, he was squatting on the ground cleaning up the mess on the ground.
Zhao Yong was somewhat impressed by this little palace maid, because she had been serving him since he succeeded to the throne.
"What's your name?" Zhao Yong squatted beside her and called softly.
"Returning to the country, my lord... my maidservant, Yue." The little palace maid shrank back, leaned over and kowtowed. Seems a little afraid of him.
Yue... Zhao Yong chewed the name carefully.
During the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, aristocratic men were called by their given name instead of their surname, and noble women were mostly called by their country's name when called by their surname instead of their surname. Children of common people, regardless of gender, basically have names and no surnames.
As the saying goes, "surnames differentiate between high and low, and surnames differentiate marriage." "The noble ones have a surname, and the humble ones have a surname but no surname."
"Yue, from now on I will call you Xiao Yue."
"You saved my life today, what reward do you want." Zhao Yong looked at her with a smile.
"If you die for your king, I dare not ask for reward." The palace maid replied in a low voice.
"Haha, I dare not ask for rewards." Zhao Yong suddenly laughed.
"I will reward you with an identity." After saying that, he picked up the palace maid Xiao Yue from the ground and strode towards the bed.
He was shocked by the assassination just now, which made him a little frightened now. This man wanted to repair the car when he was nervous... It felt like a stud in his previous life.
"Your Majesty, Dr. Feiyi is outside the palace asking for an audience." Just when Zhao Yong was about to complete his transformation, the eunuch's untimely voice suddenly came from outside the door.
...In the dim palace, Zhao Yong sat cross-legged on the bed alone, his face reflected in the flickering light.
"Sir, you are rushing back from the outer city in a hurry, but you have something important to do?"
"I heard that the monarch was assassinated, and I was very worried. Then I felt anxious, was the monarch injured?" Fei Yi looked up and saw that his monarch's face seemed to be a bit wrong.
"No."
"Fortunately." Fei Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and then asked: "On the way here, I heard what the guards said, and the culprit was a woman with black clothes and black hair."
"Huh? Does Dr. Fei Yi know who sent the assassin?" Zhao Yong straightened his body. Although Fei Yi interrupted his interest and made him feel a little depressed, he could still distinguish the priorities of the matter.
Fei Yi was silent for a long time: "Then the thief's life can be spared?"
"I have ordered Pang Nuan to take him to prison."
"I don't know what the thief looks like yet, so I don't dare to say for sure, but can I ask him to be interrogated?" Fei Yi replied truthfully.
"Can!"
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The Handan Imperial Prison was built in the eleventh year of Zhao Jinghou. At that time, the three kingdoms of Han, Zhao, and Wei completely destroyed the remaining forces of the Jin State, and the country had just suffered from the rebellion of the Gongzi Dynasty. Zhao Jinghou felt the need to build the Handan Imperial Prison. The Chao Prison is different from ordinary prisons. It is a private prison dedicated to serving the monarch of Zhao. The prisoners held are all important officials of the court or prisoners ordered by Zhao Houqin.
There is a desolate place near the moat in the outer city of Handan. Only high stone walls can be seen on the outside. There are many houses inside the stone walls. There are sergeants patrolling back and forth around the stone walls from time to time.
The people of Handan have never dared to approach this place at will.
In the imperial prison.
In the dark, damp and small room, there was a blood-stained double tripod in the middle, and two chairs facing each other in the corners.
There is a table and stool next to it.
At this time, a delicate figure was restrained on the stained torture rack.
Fei Yi looked at the naked woman covered in blood in front of him, with no trace of color in his expression and no trace of pity in his eyes.
His eyes continued downward and finally landed on the woman's exposed calf, where a shocking spider-shaped tattoo suddenly appeared.
Sure enough, a trap?
A small killer organization actually attempts to destroy the country of Zhao. No matter what your purpose is or who you are instigated by, you are unforgivable.
