The prince is more stable

Chapter 74: Nickname: Banque
Those who have been beaten know how to squat with their hands on their heads at any time.

People who have been assassinated are particularly nervous and everyone looks like an assassin to them.

Not only Zhao Xiaoqian, but also Chen Shou and his brothers in the imperial guards were nervous.

After the last assassination, Chen Shou and his brothers were in a state of panic. Anyone approaching the prince would make them extremely wary.

Chen Shou and the others knew that the prince had been assassinated last time but had luckily escaped, and the assassins had not been caught yet.

Although the Kaifeng Prefecture Imperial City Bureau has been desperately searching everywhere for arrests recently, the group of assassins did not leave any traces at the time. Catching them is basically like looking for a needle in a haystack. Unless something unexpected happens, it should be impossible to catch them.

At this critical juncture, the prince's carriage was being followed again. Chen Shou and others were not only nervous, but also a little happy.

Isn't this a credit that comes right to your door?

If we can catch the person who followed the carriage and then follow the clues to find the group of assassins, we will not only be able to show our face in front of the King of Chu and the Crown Prince, but we will also receive a generous reward.

The arrest was very simple and required almost no thinking. The person who was following the carriage was obviously not a veteran and did not know how to hide his tracks. He just followed the carriage in such a swagger.

The carriage reached the Imperial Street and turned a corner. The people following the carriage were caught by Chen Shou and others as soon as they turned the corner, panting heavily.

When Chen Shou saw the man's face clearly, his heart immediately sank.

An acquaintance, he should have nothing to do with the assassination, and his merits were wiped out.

The carriage stopped at the side of the Imperial Street. Zhao Xiaoqian sat cross-legged on the shaft with one leg and the other leg hanging down, squinting his eyes as he looked at Zhang Xiaoyi in front of him.

Zhang Xiaoyi looked a little embarrassed. Chen Shou had shown no mercy when he attacked him just now. He only let him go after he realized it was a misunderstanding.

Zhao Xiaoqian smiled and sighed, "Following me like a pervert, what do you want to do? I don't feel like buying anything right now."

Zhang Xiaoyi bowed his head and said respectfully, "I deserve to die for disturbing your presence. You gave me too much reward last night, and I felt uneasy about it. So I followed your carriage, thinking that if you need anything, I could be of service to you..."

Zhang Xiaoyi then added: "...I won't make any money from you."

Zhao Xiaoqian smiled and said, "I don't care about the little money I give you. Just take it with confidence."

"You may not care, my lord, but I cannot fail to remember your kindness. The money you gave me is enough for my mother and I to live for two or three months, so please allow me to repay your kindness."

Zhao Xiaoqian nodded.

Most people in the world are profit-driven, and it is rare to meet a loyal and good person. However, such good people hang around in the market and are often not tolerated by the world. They may be slapped in the face by real society more than others.

After pondering for a while, Zhao Xiaoqian said, "I really don't have anything I need you to do here. Why don't you go back and do your own business? If I need you anywhere, I'll send people to Panlou Street and Zhouqiao to find you. How do you do that?"

Zhang Xiaoyi sighed in disappointment.

Zhao Xiaoqian's words were actually a bit perfunctory. He also heard that Zhang Xiaoyi was just an idler in the city, a lowly person like dust, and there was really not much he could do to repay the noble man.

"I will remember your kindness. From now on, if you have any orders, I will do them even if it means death." Zhang Xiaoyi clasped his fists, turned around and left.

Zhao Xiaoqian was a little amused and suddenly called out to him, "I know your name is Zhang Xiaoyi, but do you know who I am?"

Zhang Xiaoyi turned around and said, "Your Excellency is the Crown Prince of Chu. I already made inquiries last night at Zuihuayin."

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Zhang Xiaoyi was just a small episode in Zhao Xiaoqian's life, at least that's what he thought now. After saying goodbye, he might never have the chance to see her again in this life.

There are too many passers-by like this in life.

After returning to the palace and taking a nap, Zhao Xiaoqian woke up to find that Bianjing was in chaos.

Before he even put on his clothes, Zhao Hao rushed into his room.

When Zhao Xiaoqian opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was Zhao Hao's fat and broad face.

The big face was very close to him, and his eyes were full of strangeness.

Zhao Xiaoqian suddenly shuddered, and subconsciously turned his palm into a claw, repeating the "Egg Comes" move, turning his biological father into his biological mother.

There was no other way, Zhao Hao stood beside the bed, his position was too cool. Fortunately, his rationality returned in time, and Zhao Xiaoqian abruptly stopped the action of rebelling against Tian Gang.

"What is father doing?" Zhao Xiaoqian asked calmly.

Zhao Hao had no idea that he had escaped a major disaster in his life. He was still staring at his face, looking at him constantly.

"Can you write poetry? When did you learn it?" Zhao Hao asked suddenly.

Zhao Xiaoqian blinked violently and realized instantly that the poems recited in the brothel last night were probably spread by some big mouth.

The news reached the Prince of Chu's Palace, and even Zhao Hao knew about it, which means that everyone in Bianjing City knew about it.

"I am stupid by nature. I met an immortal in my dream and he taught me poetry and knowledge. I respectfully asked his name and the immortal said he was the God of Literature..." Zhao Xiaoqian said without changing his expression.

Zhao Hao's fat face twitched violently a few times.

"It's a great honor for you. I have to thank the God of Literature for coming down to earth to enlighten you. The round trip fare is not enough. Son, I am your father. If you don't want to tell the truth, you can shut up. There is no need to fool me." Zhao Hao sighed.

"Father, what's going on?"

Zhao Hao hummed, his expression a little strange, it was hard to tell whether he was relieved or annoyed.

"People have been coming to my house since early this morning. They are all famous scholars who want to ask for advice on poetry and prose. By the time you were asleep, I have already received five or six groups of people."

"I, your father, have only just realized that you stole the show at the brothel last night. Now your fame is spreading throughout Bianjing. Those poems are so wonderful that all the scholars in the city are flocking to read them. Even many court officials have come..."

Zhao Hao stared at him and said, "Do you know that people in Bianjing City have given you a nickname..."

"What nickname?"

"'Zhao Banque', tsk!"

Zhao Xiaoqian frowned: "What do you mean? Disgusting me?"

"It's not that you're disgusted. It's because the poems you left behind at the brothel last night were only half-full. They're clearly masterpieces that will be passed down through the ages, but the other half is unknown. It makes me itch and scratch my heart, so some gossipy people gave you this nickname."

Zhao Xiaoqian thought about it and said with certainty: "No, it still disgusts me."

To put it nicely, it is Zhao Banque, but to put it bluntly, it actually means "Zhao Eunuch" or "Zhao Lawei", which basically means the same thing.

I take it as a blessing when you call me "Zhao Bancheng".

"Call the Imperial City Police to investigate! Once they find out, break his legs, the third leg!" Zhao Xiaoqian was angry.

"You don't know what's good for you!" Zhao Hao glared at him.

"What a great honor! Our royal family has finally produced a talented person. Just now, the Minister of the Imperial Clan arrived. As soon as he entered, he praised you highly, saying that you have brought honor to our Zhao family. At the end of the year, when our family members pay homage to their ancestors, they will arrange for you to stand behind the emperor."

"Is the title 'Banque' offensive? Didn't you hear that this is a compliment from the scholars?"

"The half-written poem has already shocked the world, great merit!"

Zhao Xiaoqian pursed his lips.

What the hell, the cool character setting of the Dragon King and the special forces is not established, but the character setting of the talented man is so accurate and stable that it is difficult for the character to collapse.

How will I survive in the future?
Countless literati flocked to his door, hypocritically claiming to discuss poetry and prose, but he had to be busy with social engagements in the literary and art circles every day. How could he even make a living?
He is obviously a playboy, so how come he made friends with people in the cultural circle?
"Please, father, please spread the word that my talent has been exhausted and I am becoming increasingly dull. From now on, I will retire to the mountains and forests and stop writing."

"If necessary, the palace will hold a ceremony to wash away the shackles of power, and we will invite guests to watch the ceremony and collect some money..." Zhao Xiaoqian said weakly.

Zhao Hao's eyes lit up. The idea of ​​"collecting membership fees" was really tempting.

Then Zhao Hao suddenly came to his senses and decided to maintain the last dignity of this conservative and stubborn generation.

"How shameful! How shameful!"

(End of this chapter)