Chapter 43 Condescension

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Having said this, King Yong pondered for a while and finally said: "Yesterday, I chatted with your guards for a while, and then I realized that your guards are all from the East Palace, and they are all selected by the prince. How is this? Okay? Aren’t you putting your head on the prince’s sword?”

"Our eldest brother is very scheming. If he thinks you are a threat to him, he will play tricks on you to death. The most important thing is that he is too narrow-minded and there are some things he will never forget. The guards are close people, and at least half of our lives depend on them, so we have to replace them with people we can trust."

After King Yong finished speaking, Huang Qiong didn't show anything on the surface, but he was shocked in his heart. This King Yong looks vulgar and is a bit unruly. Now it looks like it's rough but fine. Unexpectedly, during the chat, he inadvertently found out the background of his guards.

No wonder both Shopkeeper Fang and Aunt Yao said that none of the princes born and raised by me, the emperor, was a good son. Now it turns out that it is indeed the case. Judging from his words and deeds, this Yong Wang would definitely not be able to tell that he had such a scheme. Don't be fooled by appearances, the ancients are honest and don't deceive me.

Thinking of this, Huang Qiong's mind changed and she smiled and said: "I understand the kindness of the seventh brother here. But I think that even if the prince doesn't want to see the younger brother, as long as the younger brother can't threaten his throne, he won't Let's do something like fratricide. Not to mention that the prince is still pressured by his father, so he won't go too far."

After Huang Qiong finished speaking, King Yong was speechless. If Huang Qiong was not at all on guard against the prince, King Yong didn't believe it at all. As my ninth younger brother, I have only met him twice, but I have already suffered losses at his hands twice. For such a person to be so obviously arrogant towards the prince, it would be a shame if he really had no defense at all.

As for his ninth brother not telling the truth to him, King Yong didn't care too much. He knew that this ninth brother had not yet let down his guard against him. Who is King Yong? Although it looks vulgar, it is also a result of the intrigue among the royal family. Just as Huang Qiong guessed, his thoughts were definitely not as simple as they seemed.

Regarding the words of this ninth brother, he knew what they meant without having to think about it. He knew in his heart that at least for now, this ninth brother was far from trusting him. He also knew that there were few people in the royal family that he could trust, so he thought it was okay.

After all, this is barely the third time that the two of them have met today. It would be really strange if they could reach the point of mutual respect and establish a close brotherly relationship in such a short period of time. Some things, especially the saying that the Tian family has no flesh and blood, left the palace much earlier than Huang Qiong, and King Yong, who has more experience and knowledge than Huang Qiong, has a deeper understanding.

So he didn't pay much attention to Huang Qiong's secretly defensive attitude despite being affectionate. Shrugging his shoulders, he said: "I am not trying to instigate the relationship between you. Some things will come out as time goes by. However, I just want to eat carrots and worry about it."

"You are a ghost, you are a ghost. The only time you make others suffer is when others make you suffer. We have just met each other, and you have already tricked me twice. What's the use in the future? As for your seventh brother, send a reliable person to Prince Yong’s Mansion. If it’s not convenient to go directly to Prince Yong’s Mansion, just go to Fengcheng Gambling House in Nan City and find someone at random.”

King Yong patted Huang Qiong on the shoulder and said: "I have said enough today. In short, just be careful in everything. You can never make a big mistake by being careful, and don't underestimate our brothers. Okay, I'll start with Let's go." After that, regardless of what Huang Qiong wanted to say, he patted his butt and left straight away.

Looking at King Yong's leaving figure, Huang Qiong also smiled helplessly. He knew that his pretense just now might have made this guy a little dissatisfied. But it is really difficult for him to completely trust this guy whom he admires but is not familiar with after having only met him twice.

After reading so many books, if the king is not secretive, his ministers will lose, if the minister is not secretive, he will lose his virginity, and if the secret is not secret, it will cause harm. Therefore, a gentleman will not understand this truth if he is not secretive. Huang Qiong still understands. Coupled with the experience of being betrayed and hurt by the most trusted person in his previous life, Huang Qiong really didn't dare to trust anyone easily.

It's one thing to admire Yong Wang, but when it comes to complete trust, especially complete trust, Huang Qiong still doesn't dare. Especially in the current environment that I am in and my current unique identity. Although there are only two words for trust, it is better to be more careful when writing these two words.

King Yong left a little lonely, which made Huang Qiong give up the idea of ​​going to the inn to take a look. He turned around and returned to the study, picked up a book and started reading "Ben Ji". When he left the palace, his most luggage consisted of books, including hundreds of schools of thought and various so-called miscellaneous books, covering almost everything. Almost all the books in Tingxue Xuan were packed out.

Just after spending a day in the study, Huang Qiong had to admit that he was now like a rice bug being fed by others and doing nothing. Apart from reading, there was almost nothing else he could do, and there was nothing he was asked to do on his own initiative. The days are very leisurely, you can even open your mouth for food and stretch out your hands for clothes.

This dynasty has stipulated that princes are not allowed to participate in political affairs unless they are serving as princes, and they are not allowed to interact with officials of fourth rank or above in private. Therefore, there was no political affairs to deal with, and there was no need to go to the Imperial Academy for the prince's study, and there were no officials to greet Huang Qiong as he was leaving. I really didn't know what to do when I was so leisurely.

Before leaving the palace, in addition to reading and practicing calligraphy during the day, I often played Go with my mother in my free time. But in the Hejian County Prince's Mansion, no one dared to play Go with him, and it is estimated that no one would know how to play Go, which is currently considered a game for elegant people.

Fortunately, over the past ten years or so, this mother in this life has laid a good foundation for being able to endure loneliness. On the second day of his stay, Huang Qiong spent the whole day in the study. I read all morning in the morning and wrote all afternoon in the afternoon. He didn't even take a step out of the study. He even had lunch and dinner in the study.

Of course, half of the reason why he was like this was boredom. It was better to read than to do nothing. Moreover, before leaving the palace, his mother asked him to read the "Ben Ji" of the Taizu and Emperor Taizong of this dynasty. Huang Qiong, who knew his mother's good intentions, also took this opportunity to read these two books carefully.

Another reason is that it is for the eunuchs who are all over the house, who are probably the emperor's spies, and the guards who are definitely the prince's spies. He said that he was very honest and had been studying in the government. He never wandered around, let alone went to the bureaucrat to build relationships. He was very good and obedient.

A few days before leaving the palace, Huang Qiong got up early every morning, had breakfast, and stayed in the study all day. Even eating is done in the study room. It wasn't until the fifth day of his stay that the shopkeeper Fang sent someone to report that the funeral arrangements for Jia Quan's father were almost complete, and when the funeral was to be held today and the day after tomorrow, Huang Qiong didn't step out of his mansion.

After arriving at the inn, in order to win over Jia Quan to serve him sincerely, Huang Qiong not only gave up his identity, but also paid homage to Jia Quan in person. He even wrote a memorial poem for the old man who was lying in the coffin with his own hands, whom he did not know and had no contact with.

Seeing Huang Qiong kissing and offering incense to worship, the clerks in the store not only smacked their lips, but also murmured secretly in their hearts: "This old Mr. Jia was very unlucky during his lifetime, and he could be said to have been in poverty all his life. Unexpectedly, Lin, Lin Now, through the light of your son, you can be worshiped by a prince in person, how great an honor is that?"

Huang Qiong paid tribute in person, which could be said to have helped Jia Quan earn enough face, making Jia Quan burst into tears of gratitude from the bottom of his heart. Although he clearly knew Huang Qiong's thoughts and his purpose of surrendering himself, Jia Quan was still extremely moved. After all, for a prince to be so courteous to a commoner like him is enough to show Huang Qiong's sincerity.

What's more, Huang Qiong not only personally paid homage to his father, but also sent someone to buy a piece of good Feng Shui land on Mang Mountain outside Luoyang City. All the expenses were paid by the Hejian County Prince's Palace. Huang Qiong spent a lot of money in order to win this ugly and scary man to work for him. But that piece of land is worth more than a thousand guan.

Jia Quan, who knew the elegant meaning of the song and was interested in Huang Qiong, consciously came to Huang Qiong's house to report after burying his old father. He changed his previous publicity and knelt down in front of Huang Qiong and kowtowed three times. Judging from the sounds made by his head and the ground when he kowtowed, these three kowtows were definitely sincere.

While Jia Quan was kowtowing, Huang Qiong sat on the chair in the study without moving, receiving his three heads firmly. Now that he has become his master, he can afford these three heads.

Seeing Jia Quan standing up after kowtow, Huang Qiong also stood up and slowly walked to the window. He looked at the palace maids and eunuchs standing under the eaves of the window outside the study, waiting for service. After thinking for a while, he said: "What I need is not your head, what I need is your heart. If you are not sincere, you will kowtow to your head again." No matter how loud you sound, it will be in vain."

After hearing Huang Qiong's words, Jia Quan stood up and his face regained its previous arrogance, but he said: "If you want Quan to serve you wholeheartedly, it depends on how far the prince wants to go. If the prince just wants to be a prince of peace, it doesn't matter whether Quan is sincere or not."

"Because if the prince only wants to be a prince of peace, the only thing he needs to do is to find ways to make more money, buy more land, eat well, drink well, play well, and marry more wives and concubines to spread the branches of the royal family. Naturally, he does not need the right to do it for you. Make suggestions. As for whether Quan is sincere or not, it has no impact on the prince."

"It's enough for Quan to stay with the prince and eat and drink. But if the prince has other ideas, Quan can help him plan something." Looking at the eunuchs and maids outside, they were still some distance away from the study. Unable to hear what was said in the room, Jia Quan said directly without being vague.

After Jia Quan said these words, Huang Qiong became somewhat interested, but his tone was still light, making it impossible to hear the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy in his heart as he said, "Oh, what do you think I should be like?" Ideas, or what kind of ideas do I need to have before I need you to help me plan?"