"Your Majesty, there is news, there is news in Wancheng!" Manager Wang ran in from the door regardless of etiquette and reported to Zhao Yizhi.
"Oh? There's news? What do you say? Tell me quickly." Upon hearing this, Zhao Yizhi picked up a cup of tea from the table and handed it to Manager Wang.
Seeing this situation, Manager Wang knelt down in panic: "Your Majesty, God's grace, God's grace..."
"Okay, don't be too polite. Drink quickly and talk to me." Zhao Yizhi impatiently put the tea cup back on the table and motioned to Manager Wang to stand up and answer.
Manager Wang got up, ran to the table first, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and then said: "Your Majesty, this time the old slave took it upon himself to make his own decision and sent hundreds of Yinmeng Guards to get the news in Wucheng. The flood in Jiangnan is very serious. , Wancheng has no place to stand. The county magistrate of Wancheng has already reported it and evacuated the people to surrounding towns. The loss of personnel is not big, but..." Halfway through, Manager Wang quietly looked up at Zhao Yizhi's face and hesitated. .
"Just what? Do you still want to hide it?" Zhao Yizhi looked at Wang Zhenliang and asked.
"I don't dare, but... Li Taishi's gatekeeper Kong Bao led hundreds of soldiers and massacred the victims indiscriminately in Wancheng, and intercepted and killed two teams of heavenly guards, a total of six people, so the situation in Wancheng cannot be communicated."
"What?" Zhao Yizhi's eyes widened, "Killing the victims indiscriminately? Also killed six of my heavenly guards? What is he trying to do!"
"Not only that, when Yinmengwei was about to arrive in Wucheng, he also commanded more than a hundred soldiers to confront Yinmengwei. A fight broke out between the two sides... His soldiers were vulnerable. Fortunately, there were no casualties in Yinmengwei." Wang Zhenliang continued. .
"Where's the other person? Where's the other person named Kong Bao!" After coming to this world for a while, Zhao Yizhi spent all day pampering himself, and he was a little angry with the emperor. He asked in a moderate voice, which made Wang Zhenliang break into a cold sweat. .
"Kong Bao fought with a beggar in Wucheng and was captured by the beggar. The Yinmeng Guards have imprisoned him. He is now on his way back to Beijing. He will probably arrive in Beijing tomorrow afternoon." Wang Zhenliang calmed down and continued to reply. .
"Captured by... a beggar?" Zhao Yizhi was surprised again. "Let's wait until they come back to discuss it. It's such a big matter, what will Grand Master Li say?"
"Reporting to your Majesty, this news was sent back by the Maoji Guards accompanying the Yinmeng Guards. The old slave got the news as soon as possible and came to report to His Majesty. I'm afraid Taishi Li doesn't know yet," Wang Zhenliang replied with some pride.
"Then Taishi Li's goalkeeper brought hundreds of soldiers to Wancheng to cause such a big commotion. How could he not know? He also asked Chen Yu and Chen Jing to whitewash the peace again and again. What is his intention!" Zhao Yi said bitterly , and immediately hesitated. "It's just that when they come back tomorrow, how should they make a decision? When the imperial master..."
"Your Majesty, this old slave recommends someone, Zhou Ziru. The Zhou family has been the literary minister of the Qi Dynasty for generations, why not use him now..." Wang Zhenliang said after thinking.
"Zhou Ziru? The Zhou family?" Zhao Yizhi didn't know anything about his ex-brother when he first came here. Now he has been practicing the method of cultivating the spirit in "Royal God" for some time, and found that he can remember it from time to time. Some clips that I didn’t own were obviously from my ex. It seems that this "Royal God" is quite useful.
At this time, Zhao Yizhi frowned and searched hard for memories related to the Zhou family. Unfortunately, he found nothing.
Wang Zhenliang saw Zhao Yizhi thinking hard and didn't dare to disturb him. After a long while, Zhao Yizhi gave up and said, "Tell me about the Zhou family..."
Wang Zhenliang did not sell out, and said bluntly, "In our dynasty, Qi Taizu had nine sworn brothers. Eight close friends in life and death were ennobled as eight kings to guard the four directions. At that time, only military advisor Zhou Yu did not want to be granted the title. He once said, 'If Qi Dynasty has It's difficult, the eight kings are guarding from the outside, and our Zhou family is guarding from the inside. The Zhou family is dead, and then the Zhao family is dead." Then the Zhou family has been the prime minister for generations, and the current descendant of the Zhou family is named Zhou Ziru. His father, Zhou Lao, Xiangguo once said that he Unable to be reused. If he were the Prime Minister of Zhou, he was deeply afraid that the words of his ancestors, "Destroy the Zhou family, and then kill the Zhao family" would come true for this son. So he did not want his son to be the prime minister, and almost wanted to send him into the army, but the late emperor stopped him. Give it up. After the death of the old Prime Minister Zhou, this position has been vacant. Your Majesty is now having difficulty deciding the matter of Grand Master, why not summon Zhou Ziru?"
"Can't be reused? As the saying goes, there's no better way to know a son than a father. If Zhou Ziru is really not reused, what's the point of calling him?" Zhao Yizhi asked rhetorically.
Wang Zhenliang lowered his head and said: "Your Majesty, the Zhou family has been the prime minister in Daqi for six hundred years. During this period, there have been mediocre people, but they have never caused chaos. The loyalty of the Zhou family can be learned from the sun and the moon. Your Majesty should think twice."
Seeing Wang Zhenliang's high praise, Zhao Yizhi said: "Well, since it has been the prime minister for six hundred years, he should still have some background. It doesn't hurt to go and have a look."
"Your Majesty," Wang Zhenliang waved his hand, "Just summon him."
Zhao Yizhi smiled and said: "After all, this is the Prime Minister's Kingdom that has been established for 600 years. It doesn't hurt for me to go there. It feels fresh when I first come here. After so many days, I am almost suffocated and rusty in this palace."
"New here? Rusty?" Wang Zhenliang was a little confused.
"Go ahead and make arrangements. We will pay a visit to this 'Xiangguo Zhou' tomorrow morning. Don't make a big fight and don't let others know." Zhao Yizhi told Wang Zhenliang.
Wang Zhenliang responded: "Yes, I will make arrangements now."
Early the next morning, a small sedan was carried out from the palace. The bearers of the sedan were all hired from the market by Manager Wang, and no one from the palace was used. This was what Zhao Yizhi meant. Although Manager Wang didn't understand what he meant, he still did it.
The sedan passed the Jinshui Bridge, turned around two streets, and blended into the bustling streets of the morning market. At this time, Zhao Yizhi and his entourage looked like a rich man about to go out. No one except the person involved knew where the sedan came from. Come, where to go, what to do.
"Your Majesty, why are you visiting in such a secret way? You are the king of a country, so, really..." Manager Wang followed outside the sedan and said softly to the inside of the sedan, "And, if there is any danger..." Manager Wang looked around beside the sedan, appearing to be Somewhat uneasy.
"You also talked about Zhou Ziru. His father said that he was not worthy of being reused. If he went to war but ended up visiting a fool, where would the royal family's face be? Besides, what dangers could there be in this capital?" Zhao Yizhi revealed. Open the curtain and look around with Manager Wang.
When he came to this world, this was the first time that Zhao Yizhi left the palace. If he went out with great fanfare and the people knelt respectfully on the roadside, it would probably be the same as in the TV series. How could he see it then? Antique and authentic scenery of the ancient capital? But this reason cannot be told to Manager Wang. Who knows if this old man of mine ever left the palace and went out to have fun when he was so debauched? You can't say that this is my first time going out and I want to see the excitement.
Manager Wang looked at the teenage True Dragon Emperor in the sedan chair. He looked more and more like an emperor now. It used to be a bit ridiculous, and I would beat and scold myself, a veteran of the chamberlain, but now he vaguely looks like the late emperor. If he can really revive the Great Kai, he will have an explanation for the late emperor. Thinking of this, Manager Wang couldn't help raising his sleeves and wiping away tears.
When Zhao Yizhi saw Manager Wang like this, he felt a little disgusted in his heart. He started crying no matter how hard he said it...that Mr. Chen Song, Mr. Chen, sometimes looked at himself and started crying while talking about the late emperor, Daqi, etc. , after finally hiding for a few days, Manager Wang started again. At this moment, Zhao Yizhi seemed to have the feeling of seeing Mrs. Xianglin... Unwilling to pay attention, Zhao Yizhi retracted the sedan, stuck his head out from the other side, and continued to look outside.
"Baozi, hot buns, two for one penny! So delicious!"
"Hey, everyone, borrow the light, borrow the light, don't touch it, the swill is coming, stay away!"
"I said, Old Liutou, do you have to pass by my bun stall every morning? How can I do business if you pass by here?"
"Hey, yo, I forgot. I'm really sorry. I'll take another route tomorrow."
In front of the bun shop, an old man was pushing a cart with two large wooden barrels on top, emitting a disgusting smell. A fat lady had her hands on her hips and started arguing with the old man.
"Candied haws on a stick~ Delicious candied haws on a stick~ Two cents a bunch, the syrup is so sweet~"
"Give me a bunch"
"Here, take it and don't drop it."
"Thank you, I gave you the money...Oh, the money dropped."
A young man shouted while holding a candied haws stick, and a child half a man's height ran to buy candied haws, and then the two ran around chasing the money. It was really interesting.
Zhao Yizhi watched with relish. As a modern person, it was quite strange to see this.
Suddenly, Zhao Yizhi faintly felt some eyes looking at him secretly. He stuck out his head and looked around, but there was nothing unusual. The buskers danced with spears and knives, playing extremely hard amidst the cheers; the knife sharpener carried the whetstone and the iron bucket, and shouted to the guests; the fortune teller held a small stall, half-squinting his eyes, revealing the whites of his eyes, and also I don’t know if I’m really blind or if I’m looking somewhere else.
"Manager Wang," Zhao Yi shouted.
"What are your orders, Your Majesty?" Wang Zhenliang responded quickly.
"How long will the Zhou Mansion last?" Zhao Yizhi asked.
Wang Zhenliang nodded hurriedly: "It's not far. It's just two streets ahead. What's the matter with Your Majesty? But do you want to send someone to report it first?"
Zhao Yizhi shook his head and said nothing more. Although the feeling of being secretly watched lingered, he felt relieved when he heard that at least four Chen Congwei were secretly watching. He has seen Chen Congwei's skills. If the four of them can't guarantee his safety, then he really doesn't know where in the world is safe.
Zhao Yizhi's sedan passed by, and there were whispers behind him, which were inaudible in the noisy market.
"Is it that sedan?"
"That's right. He came out of the palace. When will we do it?"
"There are too many people now, so it's hard to take action. Just keep an eye on them first."
