The winter in the north has quietly faded away, and the new spring has arrived. The warm sunshine of dawn in the sky gradually wipes away the slight cold of yesterday. Two rows of wild geese returning south on the horizon are now circling alone in the sky and calling, their calls sometimes sad and loud.
Chengyang Street is located on the central axis of Dabei City in Handan, running through the east and west lanes of the city and connecting the north and south cities. Looking southward along the spacious avenue of Chengyang Street, a simple-looking black carriage is slowly approaching.
At this time, Zhao Yong was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, staring blankly into the distance outside the window.
Unknowingly, it has been almost a year since he came to this world. From being on pins and needles at the beginning to being calm now, he has slowly accepted this fact. Now that he has come to this world and enjoys the inherent dignity of the Zhao family, he should also give something substantial back to this country.
Years ago, Zhao State and Zhongshan State fought a battle in Hadi, which ended in Zhao State's tragic victory.
While the ministers were complimenting each other freely, he saw the deep unhappiness beneath the surface of Zhao's politics.
But he understood that he was unable to change the current situation of Zhao State at this time, because what was involved behind this was not only the backwardness of the system, but also the interests of the entire old aristocracy of Zhao State.
Zhao Yong believed that if he pursued large-scale reforms with a tough attitude at this time, the first person to stand up against him would be the Zhao family!
His prestige is not enough to shake the hearts of the entire Zhao country. Now he needs to quietly accumulate strength, and then choose to take advantage of it. In the past five years, the National League was buried in defeat, and his prestige is improving little by little.
..."Your Majesty...ahem...Young master, you've arrived." Before Zhao Yong could think about it, Pang Nuan's rich voice of greeting came from outside the carriage.
During the battle between the two countries, Pang Nuan asked for orders to accompany the army. On the battlefield, he killed 17 enemies and made great achievements. After returning to Handan, Zhao Yong reinstated Pang Nuanguan to his post, and then became his captain of the bodyguard, which was regarded as giving up his merits.
Dabeicheng in Handan is divided into east and west lanes.
The Jianwu Palace, Academy, and government offices in the East Side are the residential area, while the West Side is the trading area with many shops and wine shops for merchants.
In the carriage, Zhao Yong tightened his brown cloak. In the Northland in February, the chill still lingers.
When I got out of the carriage, I saw the carriage standing beside a street that was not very spacious.
There are many restaurants on both sides of the street. Not far from the road, there are vendors shouting hard. Travelers and traders come and go on the road from time to time, which is quite lively.
Zhao Yong raised his head and looked at the small building with green tiles and red roofs in front of him. He saw three large characters engraved with dragons and phoenixes on the plaque under the eaves of the roof of the small building, "Zui Xian Ju".
"My lord, my lord... the commander is waiting for you in the wing on the second floor." As soon as Zhao Yong got off the car, a 'boy' in white came forward and bowed.
The green-maned horse at the front snorted inappropriately.
Pang Nuan stepped forward and returned the greeting: "Please lead the way."
...The small building looks unremarkable on the outside, but there is something else going on inside. The small building is divided into three floors.
After entering the door, the hall on the first floor is very elegantly decorated. Candlelight shines brightly on the entire hall, showing the soft and ambiguous colors in it. Landscape paintings are hung on all sides to set it off, making it not look too vulgar and boring. The screen decorations are also It is well-proportioned. In the middle of the hall, there is a raised red silk round platform about ten feet in diameter, which is slightly higher than the surrounding area.
At this time, there were people sitting around the red stage, and business must be very good.
The graceful young lady, who is about twenty-eight years old, is wearing a Xilan robe. Her slender figure stands on the red platform with her red lips slightly parted: "The ice wheel on the island is just beginning to turn, and I see the Jade Rabbit, and the Jade Rabbit rises in the east early. , when the ice wheel leaves the island, the universe is extremely bright, and the bright moon is in the sky, just like Chang'e leaving the moon palace, and the slave is like Chang'e leaving the moon palace..."
The voice is euphemistic and soft with a hint of shyness, and the simple a cappella song can't help but attract the eyes and ears of the audience, making everyone immersed in it.
The boy led a group of people up to the second floor, and saw two strong men guarding the stairs leading up to the second floor. Seeing Zhao Yong and others approaching, they hurriedly leaned over and stepped aside.
Outside the private room on the second floor, Zhao Yong waved his hand to signal everyone to leave.
"Young Master, please stay outside the palace." Pang Nuan learned the lesson from last time. He did not dare to stay away from Zhao Yong again, especially outside the palace.
Zhao Yong glanced at him and saw a pleading look on his face, so he gave up. Seeing this, the young man in white hurriedly bowed and bowed away alone.
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Zhao Yong adjusted the crown on his head, coughed slightly, and then pushed the door open and entered.
Zhao Yong was first seen wearing a scarlet gauze dress. The elegant jade face was painted with light plum blossom makeup, which made the originally beautiful face show a trace of charm.
The woman looks to be only eighteen or nineteen years old, but she has a mature, graceful, elegant and elegant charm.
"Your Majesty, it's been a long time since you came to this drunken and virtuous home, my concubine," the voice was charming and beautiful.
"No, I should call you Zhao Hou now... Zhao Hou has forgotten the slave family..." The woman's words seemed to contain deep resentment.
Zhao Yong coughed and hit him at the right moment.
"Dong dong dong... The king is summoning his ministers." A rapid knock on the door came with Pang Nuan's untimely voice.
"Pfft..." The woman couldn't help but chuckle.
..."Get out, get away!"
After scolding the people outside the door, Zhao Yong changed his appearance.
Then he said softly to the woman: "At the beginning of my succession to the throne, the state affairs were busy. First, there were invasions from the five countries, and then Zhongshan provoked me. I am really... exhausted both physically and mentally." Zhao Yong said tiredly.
"I know that Marquis Zhao is suffering, and I also want to share your worries."
"However, I am a woman. I cannot go into battle to kill the enemy, nor can I stabilize the country. I have been asked by you, so I condemn several daughters of the Mo family to follow the Zhao envoy to Vietnam..."
"The merits of the Luo family and the Mo family will be remembered forever." Zhao Yong replied seriously.
"Zhao Houyan is serious. This matter is decided by me, the great master of the Mohist family. What contribution can I make?"
"I just want to ask Marquis Zhao one thing." The woman said in a faint tone.
"What's the matter?"
"How does the Yue girl taste?"
... This woman in red is called Luo Huanhuan, the master of Zui Xianju, the leader of the Moh family, and the person in charge of the Moh family in Zhao Kingdom. Zhao Yong had a deep entanglement with this woman in his previous life, and now it turned to him.
Although this woman looks harmless, if she really takes action, ten or eight soldiers will not be able to get close to her.
Zhao Yong gave a bitter smile and was about to say something to lighten the atmosphere when he was interrupted by Luo Coral.
"Zhao Hou is the king of a country, and he has many things to do every day. I am satisfied that I can take a look at my little girl in my spare time. Now that I feel suddenly unwell, please allow me to leave." Luo Coral said quietly.
Damn it, she was the first person in Zhao country who dared to speak to him like this.
But who wants him to ask for help now? Anyway, there is no third person in this room.
"Is Coral okay? I'll send the imperial doctor here right now."
"No need to trouble Marquis Zhao, I can just rest for a while." After saying that, he was ready to go out.
Um... Damn it, don't care.
Zhao Yong put his arms around Luo Hualu's slender waist, and the two looked at each other: "Hualu, are you willing to enter Zhao Palace as a widow?"
"How can I enter the palace and become the Marquis' wife if I am a woman from the world of martial arts?" Luo Coral looked back at him and said softly.
"That stipulation in Zhou Rites that a prince is not allowed to marry a white woman? What's more, today's feudal princes are fighting, and the Zhou Rites of the past have long been trampled under people's feet. Does he, the Emperor of Zhou, still dare to stop a man from marrying a girl?" Zhao Yong said domineeringly.
"No! The king must not put himself in danger because of his concubine." Luo Coral broke away from him and said.
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"I know that the king is here to set up a snare. Earlier, I told the Mohist disciples near Handan to pay close attention to this matter, but the snare disappeared without a trace as if it evaporated overnight."
"Oh?" Zhao Yong came to the Mo family's stronghold precisely because of the snare. As long as this cancer hiding in the dark is not eliminated, he will never feel at ease.
As the saying goes, glittering gold cannot replace pig iron. The fact that the government can't find it doesn't mean that the Mo family, which also belongs to the Jianghu sect, has no clues.
He knew that Luo Coral would not lie to him. Could it be that Luo Wang had really completely withdrawn from Handan?
"But all the clues point to one place!"
"That?"
"Qin!"
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