Geng Yujing quickly raised his hands to catch the Zhenwu Sword and looked at Zhao Yan in shock.
"Zhang Laodao asked me to hand over your Wudang token. You must keep it."
After that, he walked around Geng Yujing and sat in his original seat.
The other three people also sat down one after another.
"General Yue, congratulations on your return to the imperial court. You finally have the position you deserve."
"Yue should thank the prince for taking care of him."
"No, this matter has nothing to do with me. The general only needs to do what you want to do, and naturally someone will be able to see the general's blood and sweat."
Zhao Yan said cryptically.
Although Yue Manjiang's return to a high position was indispensable for his role, it was not selfish in any case.
As long as he serves the country and the people wholeheartedly, Zhao Yan doesn't want to be caught in the middle.
The prince is the prince, and if he interferes too much in government affairs, he will always cause rumors.
After saying that, he looked towards Fei Liudao.
"Lu Yijian is so cunning, how did you catch him?"
"No need to arrest, there are plenty of handles. Just ask the emperor to express your attitude."
"Is that why you became this warrior warrior?"
"It's just one of the conditions. Everyone gets what they need and it won't cross the line."
"clear."
He believed in Xiang Feiliu's character and sense of marginality.
Caught between the palace and the court, although it is extremely difficult for him to move around, he should be able to do so with ease.
The communication between the two was very simple, but there was a tacit understanding in it.
A few words will tell you everything.
After talking to the three people, Zhao Yan rolled his eyes, stood up and patted his sleeves.
"Okay, I'll go back if nothing happens. You can continue chatting."
Judging from his gesture, he had no intention of paying any attention to Fan Xiwen.
Fan Xiwen was stunned. He was still pretending to be dead, waiting for Zhao Yan's thunderous wrath.
But before he could get angry, the savior was about to leave...
This made him even more at a loss.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! You can't just die without saving me!"
Fan Xiwen immediately gave up the plan of pretending to be dead and shouted loudly at Zhao Yan's back.
But no matter how loud the sound was, it was in vain. Zhao Yan didn't make any stop at all. He walked out of nowhere and jumped out of the courtyard wall with one kick.
Yue Manjiang also felt extremely surprised.
I thought Zhao Yan was here to give me some advice, but I didn't expect that he just said a few words and left alone.
"Your Majesty, is he... gone?"
"Don't you know how to read it yourself?"
Fan Xiwen responded with a dull expression.
He had some guesses in his mind, but he was not sure, so he hurriedly looked at Xiang Feiliu.
"What do you mean, Your Majesty? You must be really angry, right?"
Zhao Yan has always had a good temper, and Fan Xiwen never thought that she might really make him angry.
"Isn't it obvious, Your Majesty? If I really blame you, why would I come here to see you?"
"That…"
"Have you ever heard of asking for forgiveness while carrying a thorn?"
Xiang Feiliu interrupted.
Suddenly I felt that Mr. Fan's IQ was very low.
"learn."
Fan Xiwen suddenly realized, got up and left.
"Your Majesty is grand."
Yue Manjiang also understood and praised.
"Hey, I'm afraid it's not that exciting."
Xiang Feiliu raised the corners of his mouth, as if he had guessed something.
Yue Manjiang frowned in thought, then smiled and shook his head.
The hosts had all left, and it was pointless for the three of them to stay any longer, so they immediately stood up and said goodbye.
After leaving Fan Mansion, Geng Yujing always looked dumbfounded. He held the Zhenwu Sword in his hand like a treasure.
"Since I gave it to you, just keep it and use it. You don't need to cherish your sword so much, right?"
"This is the master's sword..."
"It will be yours after it is handed over."
"Can…"
"There's nothing wrong with it. Instead of thinking about these things, it's better to think about why Master Zhang left this sword to you."
Xiang Feiliu stopped and turned to look at Geng Yujing.
"Song Yuanqiao now holds a high position in the Ming Dynasty. It stands to reason that he is the most promising person at the moment to strengthen Wudang."
"Although the other people in Wudang have dispersed to the west, they have gradually established a firm foothold elsewhere."
"Why did this Zhenwu Sword fall into your hands when so many people were here?"
Geng Yujing is not stupid, but extremely smart.
Jing Xiang Fei Liu made such a move, and his mind was already like a bright mirror.
Wudang's revenge is avenged.
But the upper limit for others has already been set there...
As the only person in Wudang who has received the gift of luck, he should take on this important responsibility.
The Zhenwu Sword is to give him the confidence to move forward.
Wanting to understand something, Geng Yujing raised his head and looked firmly at Xiang Feiliu.
"Sir...I...I want to retreat."
"Can."
Xiang Fei Liu nodded indifferently, turned around and left.
"You agreed?"
Geng Yujing asked in surprise.
After all, he still had a lot of things on hand to deal with, so he felt a little uneasy about leaving it behind.
"Why don't you agree? Do you really think I want to train you to be a spy?"
"Is not it…"
"Of course not. When I first met you, your confused look looked exactly like me eight years ago."
There was a trace of reminiscence on Xiang Feiliu's face.
"Eight years ago, I didn't know what to do just like you."
"That's why I took you in just so that you can one day understand what you are shouldering."
Geng Yujing was moved when he heard this.
Thinking carefully about it, if Xiang Feiliu hadn't taken him everywhere during this period, he really didn't know where he would have ended up.
"Thank you... sir!"
"No need, polish your strength, I might be able to get you in the future."
"Don't worry, sir. Although Yu Jing was born in Wudang, he is also a 'Withered Leaf' person!"
"It's up to you. If you need anything, go to the Yamen to get it. You're welcome."
"yes!"
Geng Yujing responded solemnly and strode to follow.
……
……
royal palace.
Zhao Yan did not take him to Baixian Palace first, but came to Qinzheng Palace to find Zhao Lu first.
At this time, the sun was three poles higher, but it was still some time before afternoon.
After impeaching the case, Zhao Lu was still immersed in Gao Gao's memorial.
Kang Lao and Gui Lao were standing not far behind him. When they saw Zhao Yan coming in, their expressions changed and they hurriedly retreated behind the large screen and hid in the back of the palace.
I was rendered motionless for several hours...
The feeling was not pleasant at all.
In the past, Zhao Yan and the two still felt that they could fight.
Now there is no resistance at all.
It's just that the two of them underestimated the strength of Prince Qi.
"The second elder seeing the fifth younger brother is like a mouse seeing a cat."
Hearing the movement of the two people, Zhao Lu said without raising his head.
Except for Zhao Yan, no one in the entire Kaifeng Mansion could have such a power to intimidate Kang Lao Gui Lao.
"These two old ghosts have done too many bad things and are very guilty."
Zhao Yan sat down on the big chair beside him and called the young eunuch attending the door.
"Ask the imperial kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for me. If the soup is clear and there is little water, add more vegetables."
After the little eunuch responded, Zhao Lu raised his head in confusion.
"Why does fifth brother eat so lightly?"
The economic and trade exchanges in the Song Dynasty were extremely developed. Although Kaifeng was not near the sea, fresh seafood could be purchased all year round, and game was a must-have delicacy on the tables of the wealthy gentry.
As Prince Xiaoyao, Zhao Yan ate fine dishes at Sanxian Manor. There was really no reason to eat such shabby food in the palace.
Zhao Lu knew the elegant meaning after hearing the piano, and he could tell at a glance that Zhao Yan had something to say for an excuse.
"Alas, the commanders of all the armies are looking for ways to get rich. Fan Xiwen even said that Prince Qi will solve everything."
"I figured out that the imperial court's finances must be in trouble, otherwise how could it be so unreasonable? So I ate more plainly, just to save money for the emperor."
Zhao Yan fiddled with his fingers and said in an exaggerated tone.
He didn't come here for this matter at first, but he still felt uncomfortable for not complaining. After a few words of irritation, he felt more comfortable.
"It turns out that fifth brother came here for this matter."
Zhao Lu laughed twice, put down the memorial in his hand, stood up, walked down from the imperial desk, and sat on the big chair next to Zhao Yan.
"Come on, add the best ingredients to King Qi's noodles."
He first gave the eunuch an order, and then said sideways:
"The imperial court's financial resources are more than sufficient. Even my inner treasury is full of gold and silver."
"We in the Song Dynasty are not short of money, but there is no such precedent since ancient times. In order to reorganize the army, the court should come forward to find financial resources for these ruffians? Isn't this ridiculous?"
Zhao Yan also turned his head, but the expression on his face was even weirder.
"Then wouldn't it be ridiculous for me, a noble prince, to lead these soldiers to make money?"
"What did the fifth brother say? It was just a perfunctory response. These people are still useful for now, but they will always have to be replaced when the time comes."
Zhao Lu was obviously planning for the future.
Nowadays, the Song Dynasty is quiet and quiet, so stabilize them and complete the reform of the military system first.
But these uncooperative people have already been put on his blacklist.
When the imperial court takes complete control of the army in the future, it will still have to settle accounts in the future.
"I know, then I'll think about how to trick them."
"Okay, I just said that fifth brother must have a way!"
"How dare you put me on a volcano to roast me, and my royal brother also has a share?"
"Haha...haha, those who can work hard must work hard!"
Zhao Lu smiled and hurriedly got up and went back to the case to pretend to be busy.
"Hmph..."
Zhao Yan sneered twice and said no more at the moment.
I wanted to say something at first, but I couldn't remember it at the moment.
So he sat idle and waited for his big bowl of noodles to be served.
Not long after.
Two eunuchs, one old and one young, entered the hall carrying a tray.
After completing a set of procedures, Zhao Yan turned around and started eating noodles.
With Zhao Lu's instructions, this bowl of noodles will naturally not be soupy and watery.
It's just that although there are a lot of good ingredients, it doesn't taste very good.
In the spirit of never wasting food, Zhao Yan still ate it clean.
Zhao Lu paid attention to Zhao Yan's movements and saw that he really came here to eat. Gradually, his mind returned to the memorial.
Although everything in the Song Dynasty is not bad now, there are still some bandits in a few places. There are no major disasters, but minor disasters have never stopped.
Fortunately, there is a developed trade economy to protect the country, and there has never been a waste of key food.
To sum up, it is not difficult for him to be the emperor, but it is not that easy.
"Brother Emperor, I'm going to see my great-grandfather."
Putting down his chopsticks, leaving behind a clean bowl, Zhao Yan stood up and patted his belly comfortably.
"Are you so anxious?"
"Well, we don't have much time. I have to go to Sanlang County and return to Qixia Town in three days."
"Fifth brother wants to go back?"
"Of course, that's the battlefield over there."
Zhao Yan shook his neck and walked slowly to the door.
"Let's go now. If nothing happens, come and have dinner with the emperor in the evening."
"good."
Zhao Lu responded with relief and watched Zhao Yan leave.
The two brothers have obviously become better friends since they completely opened their hearts last night.
In the past, Zhao Yan's songs actually showed a detached attitude.
It always feels like there is a thick barrier between us.
Although he can be seen, his body cannot be touched.
But now that we get along with each other, we no longer feel this way.
This made Zhao Lu feel very happy.
……
Baixian Palace.
Zhao Yan walked leisurely all the way to the door of the palace.
But from a distance, he saw Zhao Yin's real body, which looked like a corpse last night, but now he was sweeping the floor slowly outside the hall.
Ah... Do all the masters like to pretend to be a sweeper?
And last night, he clearly looked like he was on the verge of death.
But now he looks quite healthy, at least his sweeping hands look very strong.
Zhao Yan took a few steps forward and walked aside and asked:
"Grandpa...do you still have to work?"
Zhao Yin did not turn around to answer, and looked at the ground. The old god replied:
"You are not talking nonsense. I don't work. The palace thinks that I am an idler and must not be kicked out of the palace?"
"Who dares to kick you out?"
"There are so many, there are so many scoundrels in this palace."
“……”
Zhao Yan made a face behind his back and thought to himself, "Isn't this a gift from you?"
Since the founding of Zhao Yin, the Song Dynasty has been adhering to the virtue of diligence and frugality...
The rules he had set at the beginning were now naturally retributive on him, and the time had just come.
"Have you figured it out now?"
Seeing Zhao Yan's silence, Zhao Yin asked leisurely.
"I figured it out, there is no difference between heaven and earth, I am just Zhao Yanji."
"Well, if you think so, at least you, the land god, are already close at hand. You can make further progress as soon as possible."
Zhao Yin stopped sweeping the floor, turned around and threw the broom to Zhao Yan.
"You come and sweep."
"Ah? Isn't this your specialty?"
Zhao Yancai didn't want to sweep the floor...
But when Zhao Yin glared at him, he had no choice but to pull himself up on the ground in confusion.
"It's really unfilial. Our ancestors are sweeping the floor here, but you, a junior, have the nerve to watch the fun."
Zhao Yin walked aside and sat down on the threshold, scolding him.
"Sweeping the floor is not about sweeping the floor, but about the state of mind."
"Could it be that Grandpa's secret skill of heaven and man was discovered by sweeping the floor?"
Zhao Yan heard this and responded teasingly, but unexpectedly the answer he got was affirmative.
"Of course, if you can't sweep away a 'nothing', how can you come to the realm of 'being'."
Well…
Was it really swept out?
Zhao Yan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
But then something hit her butt.
Even his body felt a twinge of pain.
"Why are you so dazed, why don't you sweep the floor seriously?"
"oh…"
After being secretly taught a lesson, Zhao Yan could only continue to wave the broom.
"If this inner strength of yours were given to that little girl with extremely high understanding, she might have become a land god long ago."
"Grandpa, are you talking about Yan'er?"
"Who else could it be?"
