surnamed Wang

Chapter 235
"Zhou Shensuan, do you know what 'a scholar dies for his confidant'?"

Huzi Yue drank a little too much, and his tongue got stuck when he spoke.

"I didn't know it before, but after I met the prince, I understood."

"You know what a ball, he frightened you like that when he stared at you during the day, he's still a confidant." Zhou Jiuer said bluntly.

But Huzi didn't think so, "I know that big men have their own methods, that's called kindness and power, smiling all day with his subordinates can't stop people."

Zhou Jiuer smiled and said: "I haven't seen you for a few years, you boy has grown up, and you know how to give kindness and power?"

"That's right! I've read a lot these years. Although I can't compare with the scholars in the "Weaving Office" of the prince, I have some opinions of my own. In my opinion, the prince is a person who achieves great things."

Zhou Jiuer didn't bother him, but curiously said:
"Weaving? What's the matter, your master plans to make a fortune by selling cloth?"

Huzi's originally drunken expression became a little sober at this moment, he made a silent movement first, and then looked around.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiuer couldn't help but want to laugh. The lazy people in the village have the habit of listening to the corners, but they all go to the corners of the pretty widow's house. Whoever has nothing to do here listens to the two old men drinking and bragging.

After confirming that there was no one else around, Hu Zi lowered his voice and said:
"The weaving office of the prince is not a cloth workshop, but a group of educated scholars. What can this group of scholars do together all day long? Isn't it just thinking about how to make suggestions.

You know, the prince is wearing a python robe with nine pythons and four claws, which is only one claw away from the five-claw dragon robe..."

When Huzi said this, he suddenly shut up and stopped talking.

Zhou Jiuer was stunned when he heard that, he was not stupid, although the python robe and dragon robe were only missing a claw, but it was still a natural moat, if he wanted to embroider an extra claw on the robe, wouldn't these scholars have to help him make it up? ?
To be honest, he regretted it a little now, and he shouldn't have asked more.

It was hard to get off a tiger at first, but now it's a good thing, the sheep has entered the tiger's mouth.

Thinking of this, he looked at Huzi opposite him a little strangely, at this moment he actually felt that he couldn't see through him.

Huzi seemed to have seen Zhou Jiuer's thoughts, he laughed and said:

"Zhou Shensuan, don't blame my brother for dragging you into the water, it's really not a good idea to make a living with this headless job, I can only sleep soundly if I have a god like you by my side.

Our prince looks gentle and elegant, but his mind is gloomy. To tell you the truth, even if I don't tell you anything tonight, as long as you dare not agree, he will still not let you go.

Now I have said what should be said and what should not be said. Our two brothers can be regarded as grasshoppers on the same rope. If we want to die together, we can get rich together. Beat and scold at will! "

Zhou Jiuer stared blankly at the familiar young man on the opposite side, and then said after a while:

"Huzi, you are not only not stupid, but you are a very thief."

Huzi laughed when he heard the words, noncommittal.

The reason why Zhou Jiuer didn't react too much was because he understood that he was a smart person, and that deep-minded prince was even smarter.

Rather than saying that I guessed his purpose, it is better to say that the other party revealed it on purpose.

Rebellion is a big deal, if you really refuse, you must die, if you want to survive, you can only agree.

It can be said that this matter came to me from the very beginning, and the result was already doomed.

……

Compared to Wang Bingde, Zhou Jiuer is now even more ignorant of Huzi. After a few years of seeing each other, he is obviously not the silly boy he was back then.

Zhou Jiuer didn't dare to believe everything he said tonight, but he had to believe it.

The second half of the meal was tasteless, and the two of them had their own thoughts.After drinking the last sip of wine from the bottom of the glass, Huzi finally got up to say goodbye. Before leaving, he hesitated, but he still said:

"Zhou Shensuan, you gave me half of the military book back then, and I used it to defeat Beitu, can you give me the other half now?"

Zhou Jiuer showed regret, and said:

"I didn't expect that military book to be so magical, so I didn't take it seriously. Back then, when the North Forces raided Kaipingwei, I left in a hurry and lost it on the road long ago."

"So that's how it is." Huzi felt a little regretful when he heard the words, and didn't ask further, "If that's the case, then I'll leave first."

After finishing speaking, Huzi walked out the door unsteadily.

Looking at the back of the other party going away, Zhou Jiuer had mixed feelings in his heart.

After his figure completely disappeared into the night, Zhou Jiuer sighed, returned to the wine table, raised his hand and took out an oiled paper bag from his arms, and said to himself:
"It seems that you are not lucky enough to eat this bun."

Just then, a voice sounded from behind:

"Father, what are you doing, frowning?"

Zhou Jiuer smiled when he heard the words, "Come on girl, eat buns."

"okay."

A sturdy figure sat across from Zhou Jiuer, the bench that had been used for more than ten years was finally overwhelmed, and after a loud noise, it collapsed...

"Ugh…"

……

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Jiuer opened the courtyard door and saw Wang Bingde who had been waiting here.

"My lord, this is it?"

Although Zhou Jiuer was well prepared, he still couldn't help being a little surprised. After all, he got up early enough, but the other party obviously waited for a long time, and there was still early morning dew on the gorgeous long gown.

"Last night, the senior tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep all night, so he came to bother Mr. early in the morning. Please don't blame him."

The man's tone was a little more humble than yesterday.

"Where is it, the prince has been waiting for so long, isn't it the little old man? Don't stand still, the prince, please come to the room quickly."

As Zhou Jiuer spoke, he made a gesture of invitation, but the other party didn't intend to go in. Just when Zhou Jiuer was puzzled, he saw the man bow deeply.

"Please help me, sir."

"This……"

Seeing the man bent over and unable to stand up, Zhou Jiuer showed bitterness.

Huzi said lightly last night, adding another claw to four claws, for Zhou Jiuer, who can see a glimpse of the secret, this addition is not a claw, but countless human lives, and it is also his Yangshou.

Mr. Wolong of the Three Kingdoms meeting, it is enough to think that he has exhausted his plan, but in the end, it was not because of the fire of the rattan armor that he burned most of his life, and finally ended up dying before he was able to win the battle.

He asked himself on Zhou Jiu Er, can he compare with that living god?

But if you don't agree, you can't escape death. Whether you agree or not is just a matter of death sooner or later.

"Hey, that's all..."

After a long time, Zhou Jiuer let out a long sigh and helped up the young man who was still worshiping.

"This matter, the little old man agreed."

……

After bidding farewell to his wife and daughter at home, he followed Wang Bingde and his party towards the capital on Zhou Jiuer.

Zhou Jiuer in the carriage was sweating profusely at the moment, and he was deducing something. He thought he would be sent directly to Jiangnan, and then hid behind the scenes to make plans, count auspicious days and so on.

Seeing that the old man was sweating from busy work, the second prince Wang Bingde who was sitting in the same car with him was not in a hurry, and gently shook the folding fan to fan him. After a long time, Zhou Jiuer finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped what he was doing.

Seeing this, Wang Bingde still didn't ask, and quietly waited for the other party to open his mouth.

Zhou Jiuji hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"Your Majesty, if you go to the capital, you will have a narrow escape. If possible, please take a detour."

Wang Bingde pondered and said:

"I'm afraid not, the trip to the capital is inevitable."

"In that case..." Zhou Jiuer pinched his fingers, "There is still a glimmer of hope."

……

On the other hand, since the matter of the Tang Sect was known, Wang Gangquan and his party had nothing to worry about, and the two carriages drove westward.

After walking for four or five days, the group came to a place called Zela, which was less than three days away from their destination.

Taking advantage of the break, Wang Bingquan and Pu Wen exchanged carriages. At first, because he couldn't stand the woman's chatter, he chose the carriage of Lao Jiangtou's grandfather and grandson.

In the end, I didn't expect Lao Jiangtou to chatter more than the three women. He kept his mouth full of nonsense all day long, and from time to time he would make indirect remarks on Wang Gingquan, asking him if he had any intention of rebelling.

Wang Gingquan was also puzzled, why should he let go of a good prince and become that thankless emperor, and if he was not careful, he would be stigmatized as a "faint emperor".

Wang Qingquan knew how much he weighed, and according to his character of eating and waiting to die, he could really make the emperor a fool.

……

At noon, the group of people found an open place in the forest and stopped the carriage, preparing to fill their stomachs before moving on.

Along the way, the number of people has increased from four people who left Beijing to seven people now. The source of food alone is a problem.

Fortunately, there were Pu Wen and Ah Cha, and they could get a lot of wild game after a while, especially Ah Cha, who often brought back twice as much food as Pu Wen.

"Miss Acha, where did you get your skills? Also, your familiarity with organs and using poison is not inferior to Tangmen at all."

While fighting for a roe leg with Pu Wen, Wang Gangquan asked casually.

Ah Cha, as usual, thought carefully for a while, and then replied:
"Organs and martial arts were learned from childhood. At that time, we were locked up in one place and learned organ martial arts every day. We dare not be careless. Once we are accidentally shot by a poisonous arrow, we will die on the spot."

Ah Cha talked about it expressionlessly, as if this incident was very common, and only Pu Wen and Wang Gangquan, who had experienced Tangmen's party, knew the danger.

Yan Rongrong couldn't help asking:

"Then how many of you died?"

Ah Cha nodded, "In the beginning there were more than 100 people, and then only [-] died. After learning and practicing poison, more than a dozen died. When everything is learned, there are only four of us left."

"Miss Ah Cha, do you mean that the other three people who were with you at the beginning also knew how to use tricks and practice poison?" Wang Bingquan asked.

Ah Cha nodded when she heard the words, "They learned better than me, and they haven't been poisoned. Because I was poisoned once, I left a scar on my face."

Only then did everyone know that the scar on her face was not caused by fire, but by poisoning. The other two women couldn't help feeling more sympathetic towards Ah Cha after hearing this.

Hearing this, Wang Quanquan hurriedly continued to ask:

"Miss Acha, do you know who Chu Lixia was going to hand you over to?"

"I don't know." The other party shook his head.

Wang Gingquan fell into deep thought again. After thinking for a while, he looked up to the opposite side, who was sitting opposite Jiang Xiuye's grandfather and grandson. When his eyes touched them, Wang Gingquan felt a flash of understanding in his mind, Seemingly casually:
"Old Jiangtou, you brag all day long that you are well-educated, even if you are an idiot, you can help him to the top. I don't know if it is true or not?"

The old Confucian scholar stroked his beard when he heard the words, and said conceitedly, "That can still be fake? What's wrong, have you figured it out?"

This "figured it out" naturally refers to rebellion.

Wang Gangquan still didn't quite believe it, so he said:
"If you really have this ability, why did you fall into the position where you can pick and break your legs when you eat crabs?"

Before the old Confucian scholar could speak, Jiang Xiucheng couldn't sit still, "What do you know, my grandfather is the descendant of the vertical and horizontal sect. He is indifferent to fame and fortune, and he doesn't want to give all his talents to the emperor's family. Now that you have found a treasure, you It also makes people look down on people.”

"The vertical and horizontal faction?"

"You don't even know about the Zongheng sect, it's useless for you to call yourself the son of an official."

The young man was unreasonable, and was about to speak out to teach this short-sighted guy a lesson, but unexpectedly the other party picked up the words himself:

"Of course I know the Zongheng sect. It is rumored that it was founded by Gui Guzi, a saint seeker. Each generation only accepts two disciples, one vertical and one horizontal. I wonder which one is your grandfather?"

"Hmph! Even if you have some knowledge, my grandfather is naturally..."

The young man was about to show off, but was interrupted by the old Confucian scholar beside him: "Xiu Cheng, don't be unreasonable."

Immediately, he smiled at Wang Gangquan again: "Boy Wang, if you have such thoughts someday, I will say it sooner rather than later."

"Oh, the whole thing is quite mysterious, let's not talk about it." Wang Bingquan said indifferently.

If he is seen by some ambitious people, he will definitely resent him for his waste of money.

In troubled times, Confucianism flourished.

Whenever the world is in chaos and all the heroes rise together, it is the time for the strategists to use their means.

A strategist with a strategist, even if he is in a weak position, as long as there is a glimmer of life left, he can make a comeback.

It is precisely because the Zongheng faction has the ability to reverse the general trend of the world, so they were once regarded as a thorn in the side of those in power, and at the same time regarded as a treasure to be won by those with disobedient hearts.

Most of the vertical and horizontal sects in the prosperous age would hide their names and not reveal their identities easily, like the old Confucian scholar in front of him.

Naturally, Wang Gangquan would not doubt the authenticity of the other party's identity. He chewed the roe deer meat and said thoughtfully:

"I don't know which unlucky guy was cut off by me. I must be so angry now."

When Ah Cha led them to avoid Tang Sect's traps, Wang Gingquan had a vague feeling that the Kunlun slaves that Chu Lixia talked about were specially prepared for Tang Sect. Later, he learned that Ah Cha can also detoxify. It became more and more intense.

But he really couldn't think of who would take such painstaking efforts to deal with the Tang Sect. Since the other party can spend a lot of time to buy a few Kunlun slaves, they must have the strength to crush the Tang Sect.

It wasn't until Lao Jiangtou revealed his identity today that Wang Gangquan finally got over it.

The co-author was because someone wanted to take this old strategist of the vertical and horizontal faction into his pocket, but it was not easy to do it with a big fanfare, so he got a few Kunlun slaves, intending to kill Tang Feng and his wife secretly, and make Lao Jiang his head owe this favor.

It's just that the man had exhausted all his tricks, but he didn't expect to be taken the first step.

At the beginning, because of a moment of pity, he saved Ah Cha, and this time, because of a moment of soft-heartedness, he avenged Lao Jiangtou. As a result, by accident, he got a unparalleled counselor. This deal is really his mother's profit.

"Interesting, really interesting." Thinking of this, Wang Gangquan couldn't help but say to himself.

"What's interesting?" Park asked curiously.

With a smile on the corner of Wang Gangquan's mouth, he remained silent.

At this moment, he was happy in his heart, and he didn't remember that he regretted a few days ago because he owed a favor to Tangmen, and felt that he was indebted to his grandma's family.

……

(End of this chapter)