Zhao Defang's road to the virtuous king

"Your Highness, are you talking about that Wei Jingtian?"

"Well, the lonely king has asked Jiajun and Cheng'er to invite him."

"My lord, if he knows that you are a lord, he won't be scared to death."

"Then he will be scared twice."

"Twice? Why?"

"His Majesty rewarded him with a gold medal for exempting him from punishment, but it can be inherited from generation to generation. This is a great gift."

"Gold Medal for Exemption? That means he won't be punished for any crime?"

"Yes." Defang nodded, "but this is also the reward he deserves. I think the Dongyuan Escort Bureau will escort officials' silver and transport grain and grass for the imperial court, which will greatly help the war."

Baili shook his head, "My lord, compared to a gold medal, wouldn't it be better for Wei Jingtian to have a friend like you? If you keep him, who dares to touch him."

"What nonsense, if he really breaks the law, he should be dealt with by the law of the country. How can a lonely king be selfish, but he has a gold medal? He cannot be punished."

"The gold medal is as good as your prince?"

"Hehehe, yes, the gold medal is better than your lord's, and it was bestowed by the emperor."

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's not it." Baili had an unscrupulous expression on his face, "The gold medal given is just an object, but it's just an exemption from punishment, but who are you, my lord, you are the prince of Emperor Taizu, the famous Eight Sage Kings today, The blood of the royal family is golden, and the golden mace in his hand can have the power of life and death, so Wei Jingtian has a small gold medal."

"Yeah, yum, a gold medal just made my chief executive Baili so angry, hehehe"

"The small ones have one thing to say."

"Okay." Defang patted Baili's head, "No one can compare with your prince, okay?"

Baili nodded, "That is, that is."

"My Chief Baili, can you arrange the meals?"

Baili hurriedly cupped his hands, "My lord! Why are you not yours... the little ones want to find a crack in the ground to get in."

"Hehehe, okay, okay, good boy, let's go."

"Yeah!" Baili smirked and ran to the dining room.

Defang looked at Baili, and couldn't help thinking of childhood memories: Defang, the head of Baili, was five years old and lost his parents when he was six. He was sold into the palace by his uncle when he was seven. As a handyman, one day, four-year-old Defang somehow ran into the dining room. At this time, everyone in the dining room was busy with their own affairs outside. Defang walked quietly along the stone table and found a table with Seeing the small pancakes made by the servants, Defang smelled very fragrant, so she stretched out her two small hands to take them, but accidentally knocked the pancake plate off, hitting her forehead, and Defang fell on her back to the ground. At that moment, Baili, who also wanted to come in to find something to eat, ran in. Seeing Defang lying on the ground, he quickly helped him up, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"