The prince is more stable

Chapter 198 Disgraced
Who has ever seen a prince of the current dynasty swearing in public?

Today, the people and passers-by in Bianjing City have learned something new.

The fat Prince of Chu stood in front of Zhang Dun's mansion, pointing at the gate and cursing, attracting countless passers-by to watch in surprise.

This is the prime minister's residence. Where does this person come from and how can he be so bold?

After asking each other, the people suddenly realized that it was the King of Chu, the uncle of the current emperor.

The emperor's uncle scolded the prime minister, it seemed like... it was the same thing?
So the people watching were excited.

This is a rare and exciting event that only happens once in a century. I am lucky enough to be able to catch it today. How can I not come here to watch and comment on it?
The capital of the Song Dynasty was economically prosperous, and there were many idle people with nothing to do. Such a spectacular and lively scene would inevitably be watched in an inhumane manner.

As more and more people gathered around, Zhao Hao seemed more and more justified, and he immediately assumed that the onlookers were all his supporters.

Once you discover that you are part of the majority, you will involuntarily develop a sense of mission that "I represent justice". It's a magical mentality.

So Zhao Hao became more confident.

"Zhang, don't hide in there! Come out and talk to me! You unscrupulous bastard! I have only one son of the Chu lineage, and yet you're encouraging the emperor to send my son to the battlefield. What are you thinking?"

"Please judge for yourself. Even an ordinary family would never send their only son to the battlefield. Moreover, I am the current emperor's uncle. Mr. Zhang is seeking revenge for his personal grudge and wants to kill my son. The prime minister is so narrow-minded. He will surely become a traitor who will bring chaos to the court in the future. Everyone has the right to kill him!"

"My son and you have such a deep hatred and grudge against each other, yet you actually plotted to kill him! If the lineage of the King of Chu is cut off because of you, I, the Zhang family, will be wiped out. I will pay you with my own life. Anyway, I have no descendants, and I have no face to live!"

After some passionate cursing, the onlookers gradually understood the whole story.

After a long time, the crowd began to whisper, saying that if His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu was not confusing right and wrong, then this Prime Minister Zhang was indeed wrong.

He is a noble relative and the only son in the family. How can you send someone else's only child to the battlefield? This is simply a plan to wipe out the entire family. It is too vicious.

Public opinion quickly turned to Zhao Hao's side. The onlookers sympathized with the King of Chu's plight and questioned the character of the prime minister.

This person's character is really not good.

His Royal Highness the Prince of Chu is so pitiful, I really want to give him a loving hug...

The Prince of Chu is even more pitiful. I heard he's much more handsome than the Prince of Chu. If I were to hug someone, I'd definitely hug him...

Zhao Hao didn't expect that he was just angry and ran to curse in the street, but inadvertently ruined Zhang Dun's character.

What an unexpected gain, so happy!
After cursing for a long time, the door of Zhang's house remained closed, and Zhang Dun showed no intention of coming out to explain or communicate.

Zhao Hao, who had calmed down a little, looked at the closed door and his anger suddenly rose again.

How dare you ignore me like this? That's too much!
"Get out of the way!" Zhao Hao shouted angrily.

The crowd quickly made way for a path very consciously.

Zhao Hao walked briskly and jumped onto the steps outside the Zhang Mansion. Standing under the stone pillar outside the door, he suddenly lifted the hem of his robe, took off his calves, and poured a pool of concentrated urine with excessive sugar content towards the bottom of the pillar.

The crowd of onlookers were horrified and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

The imperial guards who were protecting Zhao Hao had not expected that His Highness would do such a surprising thing so suddenly that it was too late for them to stop him. A group of imperial guards rushed over to block the view of the crowd.

After Zhao Hao finished peeing, he shivered and shuddered. He still felt unsatisfied.

Before he could even pull up his pants, Zhao Hao squatted down, glaring angrily, "Watch out, I'll give you a big shit today. I've ruined the feng shui of your house. Let's see how you'll act arrogantly and scheme to harm others in the future!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the imperial guards finally couldn't stand it anymore. There should be a limit to embarrassment. You are a prince, don't you really have no shame at all?
The horrified Imperial Guards immediately stepped forward to intervene, forcibly pulling Zhao Hao's pants back up. Five of them lifted Zhao Hao up while the remaining Imperial Guards cleared a path and carried the struggling Zhao Hao onto a carriage. The carriage fled, but the onlookers lingered, staring blankly at the puddle of urine beneath the pillar outside Zhang's mansion, a puddle sweeter than first love.

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After comforting the woman at home, Zhao Xiaoqian went out and headed straight to the Longwei Camp headquarters.

In the past, as a member of the royal family, he was absolutely not allowed to enter the military camp. Not only would he be impeached by the censor, but he would also violate the official taboo.

But now Zhao Xiaoqian has been appointed as the Deputy Envoy of the General Administration of War and Pacification, commanding 30,000 soldiers of the Longwei Camp. With an official official status, it is natural for him to enter the Longwei Camp headquarters.

In a slightly small tile-roofed house, Zhao Xiaoqian and Zhong Jianzhong sat opposite each other to discuss matters. Next to them were Wei Jie from the Imperial City Administration and Zong Ze, who was originally a river official.

Yes, Zhao Xiaoqian put forward conditions to Zhao Xu and transferred Zong Ze from the river channel to the Longwei Camp.

Zhao Xu originally felt a little guilty about Zhao Xiaoqian's going to the expedition, so he readily agreed to his small request.

On that day, an imperial decree was issued to transfer Zong Ze, a man he had never heard of, to the Dragon Guard Camp and temporarily appointed him as a military officer.

Zong Ze was also confused after receiving the transfer order. It was not until the person sent by the Prince of Chu's Palace told him the whole story that Zong Ze suddenly realized it. He stood at the crossroads of life and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he gritted his teeth and decided to follow Zhao Xiaoqian.

He had no choice but to follow, as he was just a small official of the sixth rank and did not have the courage to disobey the emperor's decree.

He also heard the news of the Western Xia invasion and the Song Dynasty sending troops to fight. Zong Ze had a passion for serving his country and it was impossible for him to refuse this excellent opportunity.

The small tiled house was the commander's tent of the Dragon Guard Camp. Under the culture of the Song Dynasty that valued civil officials over military officials, the treatment of soldiers was actually not good, and the commander's tent was also very shabby.

There were four people present, but Zhao Xiaoqian was clearly the leader.

On the table in front of the four people was a huge map.

The map depicts the territories of the Song and Xia countries, with the northwest region magnified. Unfortunately, the maps of this era were too crude, simply marking roads and cities, as well as some deserts and mountains.

In ancient times, military campaigns relied mostly on such crude maps. Some armies didn’t even have maps at all, relying entirely on experience and exploration.

Staring at the map in front of him, Zhao Xiaoqian looked a little solemn.

If we don't count the advantages of the flintlock rifle, this battle would actually be difficult to fight. The Western Xia attack did not happen suddenly. It must have been planned for a long time beforehand. They fought a prepared battle, and they were well-prepared in terms of food, fodder, horses, and weapons.

On the other hand, the Song Dynasty actually sent troops to fight in a hurry. From this respect, the Song Dynasty was at a disadvantage from the beginning.

"Wei Jie, does the Imperial City Administration have any spies lurking in the territory of Western Xia?" Zhao Xiaoqian asked.

Wei Jie said: "Yes, but not many. The Western Xia are a Tangut ethnic group and are very xenophobic. It is not easy for spies to integrate into the group, and the intelligence they can obtain is very little."

Zhao Xiaoqian sighed, "Then, our spies don't exist in the Western Xia army?"

Wei Jie said with shame: "Although there have been frequent frictions between the Song Dynasty and the Western Xia in recent years, no major incidents have occurred. The Imperial City Administration's energy is mainly focused on the Liao Kingdom in the north..."

Zhao Xiaoqian was speechless. The Liao Kingdom was certainly a big threat, but could the Western Xia be a good neighbor?
Since Li Yuanhao founded the Western Xia Kingdom, the two countries have been fighting for decades. However, the Imperial City Bureau has not yet established a complete intelligence network in Western Xia during these years. It has to be said that the mentality of seeking complacency among the monarchs, ministers, soldiers and civilians of the Song Dynasty has penetrated into the bones of this country.

What is the war about?
First of all, it is intelligence, which is even more important than the confrontation between two armies on the battlefield. Not knowing any information is like a blind man dueling with a normal person. What's the point?
The current situation is that all intelligence from the enemy can only be obtained from the scouts of the Northwest Army. Such intelligence has actually lost its foresight and timeliness.

"If I were the head of the Imperial City Bureau, I would definitely buy a piece of tofu and kill myself!" Zhao Xiaoqian gritted his teeth in anger.

Wei Jie was silent for a moment, then cautiously reminded: "Marquis, you are the head of the Imperial City Department..."

(End of this chapter)