Chapter 495: Prince Zhuan secretly visits Huishan, and Zhang Julu Tavern drinks alone
The Emperor of Zhao clasped his fists and gently slammed it on the wall, “Zhu’er can’t see the future court – it’s not a party struggle, but a more complicated situation. It’s a struggle between the people’s hearts between the princes and the poor scholars, and it’s no longer just about turning around the dragon throne. Yuan Benxi said that this is the general trend. I didn’t believe it before, but now I have to believe it. Yuan Benxi also said that the dragon climbing technique that had reached its peak in the officialdom was useless. He was waiting for a guy who knew how to use the dragon-slaying technique to check and balance the emperor. Once this person appears, it will be more terrifying than the separatist rule of the Liyang vassal states in the past. Zhao Zhi, can I just wait to know the destiny? So even if Yuan Benxi cannot find this person and I cannot see this person, I must first bring Zhang Julu who helped the poor people in the world open the dragon gate… Since the door has been opened and the general trend is like this, I don’t want to go against the trend, but as a reigning emperor, it will be more difficult to win Zhang Julu in the capital and make Zhuan’er’s chance of winning than to deal with Xu Xiao who was far away in Beiliang back then.”
Zhao Zhi’s lips trembled and asked, “When will it be?”
The Emperor of the Zhao family took a deep breath and said gloomyly: “The remnants of Western Chu are dead!”
A young man with grass roots in his mouth looked at the yellow mud tanks everywhere, and was a little depressed. He glanced at the handsome man wearing big sleeves and black clothes beside him, a little unexpectedly – Mr. Nalan, who was so obsessed with cleanliness, was stained with a lot of yellow mud, and there was no resentment at all. Instead, he reached out to pinch a piece of yellow mud that had not yet dried up and crushed it gently on his fingertips. In addition to countless clay jars that could only sell three taels of silver, there was also an old guy sitting on a small wooden bench and pinched mud to make a clay embryo. He was covered in mud. When he saw him, Zhao Zhu and Mr. Nalan, who came from thousands of miles away, he didn’t make a statement. He obviously made up his mind to finish the work he had. The bored young man raised his gaze and looked at the elderly couple standing in the distance. Mr. Nalan said that one is a remnant of the Southern Tang royal family and the other is a local. He is indeed a flat-headed commoner who has been dealing with clay jars all his life. Mr. Nalan also asked him to guess who was a spy and who was an ordinary citizen. Zhao Zhu thought with his intuition that the old woman who could vaguely see the Fengzi back then should be the old Southern Tang royal family. As for the silly old man beside the old woman, he didn’t look like a top master who could escape Zhao Gou’s search.
Mr. Nalan, known as the true vassal king of southern Xinjiang, took a few steps closer, squatted at the feet of the old man on a small bench, smiling, looking up at the only remaining Spring and Autumn Demon in the world, and said with a smile, “Oh, Old Huang, you look so beautiful, you can’t be a comeback.”
The old man glanced at Nalan Youci and said calmly, “Cursing me to death is the etiquette of asking for help.”
Mr. Nalan, who looks as gentle as a beauty, still smiled, and said, “I just knelt down and squatted down. What else do you want me, Nalan Youci, has never kneeled in this life except my parents.”
The old man sneered, “Do you want me to expose your true feelings in front of that little bastard Zhao Zhu?”
Zhao Zhu rolled his eyes.
Nalan Youci quickly waved his hand and begged for mercy, “I’m afraid of you, Huang Sanjia, who knows everything, just pretend I’m blowing it. Please keep a little bit of goodness.”
It was Huang Longshi, who was the thirteenth in the Spring and Autumn Period, who sneered, “You’re here too early, it’s not the time. It’s your idea or the little bastard’s idea.”
Nalan Youci thought carefully, “It’s all. We have to be able to live without any trouble. We’re just coming here to see Cao Changqing’s last official style. I’ll miss it. How boring to live.”
Huang Longshi sneered, “Why don’t you die if you don’t die, you will only disgust people. No wonder you can’t compare to Li Yishan in your life.”
Nalan Youci shook his head and smiled, “Whoever is stronger and weaker in Li Yishan’s hand is hard to say, it doesn’t matter if you say it.”
Huang Longshi looked strange and sarcastic, “You have to go to the underworld and listen to him tell you in person to count.”
Nalan Youci stretched out his hand and touched his brow, with an expressionless face.
Huang Longshi waved his hand, intentionally or unintentionally swept several drops of yellow mud on Nalan Youci’s face, “Go cool, let me ask a few words to the little bastard you like.”
Nalan Youci gently wiped away the stains, stood up, and waved to Zhao Zhu. This romantic strategist with spring and autumn armor was actually only one armor less than Huang Longshi walked away slowly.
Huang Longshi looked at the prince of Prince Yanla standing in front of him with a slanted eyes, “What is your Zhao Zhu? When I see you, he has to sweep the bed to greet you. Squat down.”
Zhao Zhu smiled and just sat down – he didn’t listen to you, but he was enough etiquette.
Huang Longshi said with a slight look: “It’s quite similar to someone’s personality. Okay, I know the answer, you can get out.”
Zhao Zhu glared and said: “What’s the surname Huang? I came to see you at the risk of being removed from the imperial court. You just teased me like this.”
Huang Longshi replied with a glare, “Get out or not.”
Zhao Zhu looked so full but couldn’t pull the shit out. He stood up in disappointment. He was about to turn around and move when he heard Huang Longshi say, “If you want to fart, you have to take off your pants, otherwise you will weigh the consequences.”