Imperial Palace, Jingzhi Hall.
The emperor drew another picture and was very satisfied when he put pen to paper.
The painting shows an old man standing outside a magnificent mansion, with a magnificent plaque on his head addressed to Duke Qian's Mansion. The old man's appearance is somewhat similar to Han You.
I have to say, the emperor’s painting is really good.
It has to be said that this bird man is known to everyone on the road. He paints cakes just like painting cakes, and even makes him a "Qian" Duke.
"How about it." Boss Zhou was extremely proud: "This painting will be sent to the Han Mansion soon. Han You will be so grateful that he can't wait to charge into battle for me right away to repay your kindness."
The old eunuch still had some conscience, so he smiled and said, "Your Majesty, isn't the word Qian Guogong too explicit?"
"If you say so..."
Boss Zhou chirped: "It makes sense, how about changing it to...Prince Qian?"
Wenwu was convinced: "What the old slave means is that the word "money" is too explicit."
"But Han You knows how to make money, and his methods of making money are extremely sophisticated. If not Prince Qian, what else would he be called? What are his other strengths?"
The emperor's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked himself: "Prince Mouth?"
Old eunuch: "..."
"That's all, I've even given up my position as Duke, so what else can he complain about? Where's Lu Baichuan? Where did that idiot go? Call me and ask him to deliver it in person."
"Didn't you ask General Lu to leave the palace an hour ago and ask him to keep an eye on Ma Rulong?"
"Then you go and give it to Han You with your own hands, and tell him to do a good job for me and don't be impatient. I am not a heartless and unjust person. As long as you help me create a prosperous age, I will definitely do it before I die. Make him a prince."
The old eunuch was convinced. He really wanted to ask, do you want to win over Han You? Before you die, get up every morning and practice martial arts for half an hour, and torture your concubine for half an hour at night. You will be in better shape and eat better. Maybe he can live longer than Zhou Yan. You might as well give the title of Duke to Han You's son.
The helpless old eunuch could only close the scroll. Unexpectedly, at this moment, Lu Baichuan, the only surviving member of the Yidao Guard dressed in civilian clothes, rushed in.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's not good, Han You was defeated first."
The emperor was confused: "What do you mean? Why did you get there first?"
"Ma Rulong, Ma Rulong is entertaining Han You at a Beishi restaurant."
"What?!"
The emperor suddenly stood up, his hair and beard bulging: "How dare that bitch take advantage of Han You and me to have a bad temper and sneak in?!"
Lu Baichuan's face showed a ferocious look: "Your Majesty, send out troops, mobilize the two guards of Ben Dao and Xiaoqi, go out of the city to the west, and march to the village of Majiazhuang. No chickens or dogs will be spared, no one will be spared, even the ants of Zhuangzi will be cut into pieces by five horses!"
The emperor was stunned, frowned and looked at Lu Baichuan, and asked: "In addition to Han You, who else can Ma Rulong entertain?"
"No, just Han You."
"If you didn't fucking tell me, I would have thought Concubine Qing was here!"
The emperor resisted the urge to go up and give Dachuan a kick: "Why didn't you say that you would mobilize the defenders of the two passes in the north and south to Beijing to pacify the Ma family."
"We don't need so many people."
The emperor cursed loudly: "Why did I recruit you idiot in the first place?"
When he heard this, Lu Baichuan was quite unhappy. There were so many Yidao Guards at that time, and no one except me was willing to hang out with you.
The Emperor was too lazy to pay attention to Lu Baichuan and shouted outside: "Come here, please change my clothes and put on regular clothes."
Lu Baichuan asked in confusion: "Your Majesty, do you want to..."
The emperor sneered again and again: "Catch the traitor!"
Lu Baichuan looked very excited as he was gearing up.
The old eunuch looked at Lu Baichuan, then at the emperor, and sighed silently. Wherever there is a crouching dragon, there must be phoenix chicks accompanying him.
…………
In the wine shop, Han You and Ma Rulong chatted happily and drank a lot.
Han You found that if we didn't talk about positions or camps, Ma Rulong was really a pretty good person, straightforward, funny, and well-informed.
Ma Rulong is very talkative, at least willing to talk to Han You, sharing his experiences and telling anecdotes.
On the martial arts field, a shot was fired at the first warrior of the Iron Eagle tribe who was showing off his power. The people watching in the capital cheered endlessly, but the civil and military officials were blushing with shame.
I rode a strong horse to Xia County for an outing. When I saw a beautiful woman, I rushed over to her naked, which frightened a group of older girls and younger wives. They covered their eyes with their hands, and their fingers were spread like dung forks.
When I met those so-called tough civil servants and faced their impeachment and criticism, I pinched my waist and laughed wildly. Behind me, sir, is your powerful dynasty and your sage emperor. Who dares to mess with me!
He even said that during the most violent and crazy period in his later years when the former emperor, Ma Rulong, had made private arrangements with many aristocratic families to support a prince as a puppet emperor, but he did not expect to be intercepted by Boss Zhou.
Han You looked at Ma Rulong, who was getting more and more chatting, and felt that the other person was living the way he wanted.
The emperor of the previous dynasty trusted him so much that he became a close friend and confidant. No one dared to stop him when entering or leaving the palace. He rode a horse with a group of losers in the capital and swaggered through the city. All civil and military officials fawned over him. He was not a member of the Han family. He was a foreigner. He was tired of staying in the capital. , so he rode his horse alone to each camp and guard, sparred and competed with those arrogant generals, drank heavily, and cursed loudly.
A jar of wine was poured into his stomach, and Ma Rulong's eyes were a little distracted.
"I thought that I, Ma Rulong, was crazy enough, but Zhou Ke was even more crazy than me. He ran outside the Taiqian Palace and pointed at the head of the Zhou family. In front of everyone in the court, he shouted loudly, asking him to regret it. , at that time, I thought he was just a clown, but I didn’t know that he was crazier than me, crazy to the extreme.”
Han You also smiled: "Yes, assassinating the emperor of the previous dynasty and killing the prime minister of the previous dynasty, crazy, crazy."
"Sometimes I wonder, did he assassinate the previous emperor to implicate the nine clans and harm the Zhou family, or...had he long been planning to usurp the throne?"
Han You was silent. He didn't know. He was also curious. Maybe it was both. He was willing to be cut into pieces, either to be buried with his whole family or to dismount the emperor.
Ma Rulong looked out the window at the already silent street: "Sooner or later, you and I will face each other with swords, right?"
Han You also looked out the window, silent and acquiescing.
"You can't beat me. I'm stronger than you think. I won't brag or lie to you."
"Probably so." Han You shook his head: "It's a pity that the one you want to fight is not me, but His Majesty and the Prime Minister."
"I know that after you die, I will bury you generously."
"I'm sorry, that day, you must be a traitor and traitor, but I can't bury you properly, and I don't want to have anything to do with you."
"I understand." Ma Rulong drank a glass of wine alone and smiled again: "If, if I die and the Ma family is destroyed, you and Zhou Ke have the last laugh. Brother Han, you must remember one thing."
"What's up?"
"Zhou Ke is good at money. He is good at money. As long as you can get money, he will definitely use you."
Han You was deeply touched: "You don't need to tell me this, I understand."
"No, you don't understand."
Ma Rulong exhaled a breath and said seriously: "He is a general. He once ate a mouthful of meat and drank a mouthful of wine for his subordinate Pao Ze. He was willing to take off his armor and go up the mountain to become a bandit and come down the mountain to become a thief. He has seen too many things. The soldiers in the army did not receive salary, but they were still skinny and fought for your Han Dynasty. He has also seen too many people who were homeless because they had no money and food. Han You, you want to Remember, if you are alive, there is no need to flatter you. As long as you can make money, Zhou Ke will always use you. He loves money to the core, and he is a person who keeps his promises. Before the rebellion came to Beijing, he treated countless generals and countless armies. Wu made a heavy promise that if he could make the decision, he would never let Wu of the Imperial Court suffer from cold and hunger again. I know that this is why he is willing to reuse you."
Han You nodded heavily, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you."
"Actually..." Ma Rulong murmured in a low voice: "Actually, I, Ma Rulong, can also do it."
Han You's face changed slightly, and he smiled bitterly: "You are not my son of the Han family, you are a foreigner, and you are also an alien. I'm sorry, this is a fact."
"No, only those with similar consciousness are the same kind. The rest are just similar bodies."
Han You stared deeply at Ma Rulong and was speechless for a long time.
After a long time, Han You finally asked an extremely stupid question: "Is it really impossible to submit to Your Majesty and the imperial court?"
"Unless, my brothers and sisters, come back from the dead."
Han You sighed.
When Tang Xiaolong came out of prison, his sister-in-law asked him why you went in. Tang Xiaolong said that he failed to kill you...
Things are unpredictable. Why can’t former enemies become good friends now?
In other aristocratic families, there are so many Confucian scholars, and their fathers and mothers have been slaughtered. For the benefit of the family, why not just shake hands and make peace with each other with a smile?
After thinking about it again, Han You smiled bitterly.
Yes, Ma Rulong is not a Confucian scholar, he is a bloody man who dares to love and hate. Even if he surrenders on the surface, he still needs the world to know that he is called "Rulong". How can such a person really put down his hatred and compromise.
If Ma Rulong was really willing to let go of his grudges, he would no longer be Ma Rulong.
The emperor also knows this truth, so he must be eliminated.
