Li Buyi and Sun En looked at each other, then turned to look at Zhang Danfeng on the bed.
Those three people are mainly responsible for all matters in the Xuanji Building.
Old Man Tianji's opinions usually come first, and Bai Xiaosheng comes up with ideas every day.
If you are in doubt, go to Zhang Danfeng.
Although Zhao Yan's suggestion was correct, the two of them still looked at the person who made the decision out of habit.
Of course, it's not that Li Buyi doesn't have his own opinions, but he just joined the company not long ago, so he shouldn't overstep his authority.
"It doesn't matter, you can decide after he is done."
Zhao Yan took in the movements of the two men and knew that they could not give an answer, so he did not ask further questions at the moment.
Over there, Zhang Danfeng was treating Ding Peng's injuries, but he wouldn't be healed for a while.
He had no choice but to ask the two of them to convey his wishes.
"In addition, your next actions can also be carried out."
"Duan Siping's death only disrupted the national destiny of Dali. Now is a window period. If you can't mess up Dali and seize the national destiny for yourself..."
"In the end, it will only benefit the current emperor of Dali, turning him from a puppet into a real emperor."
"The person in charge now is called Duan Zhengyan, right?"
Zhao Yan raised one eyebrow slightly, as if thinking.
"I don't know..."
"It's him. He has always been a low-key person, but if he can stand up to the powerful Prime Minister Yang Hongchun, he shouldn't be a loser."
Sun En shook his head blankly. He had no interest in these aspects at all.
Fortunately, Li Buyi had taken extra classes recently and was still clear about the basic information.
"Okay, then you all know in your mind that the best time to seize the country's destiny is within these ten days and a half."
"Once it is exceeded, it will be the completion of "The Magical Art of Wedding Clothes"."
After saying that, Zhao Yan stood up, opened the door and left.
He has no interest in sharing a room with several men.
Although there is no housing in the dyeing workshop, he can still find a place for him to rest.
"The magical power of wedding clothes? What do you mean?"
"Well... Your Majesty's intention is probably to make wedding clothes for others."
"oh."
Sun En nodded understandingly, then became confused again.
"Does the prince have any misunderstanding about the magical power of wedding clothes?"
"I'm afraid there is a bit of a misunderstanding..."
"Or are you saying that if you pass on the magic of wedding clothes to others, it will have miraculous effects?"
"No way...who would create this magical skill of making wedding clothes for others?"
"Yes, the Daqi Sect is also a famous sect that has been passed down for many years in the martial arts world. Both the Yuntie clan and the Yuntie clan are heroes, so they shouldn't commit such stupidity..."
"Well, maybe...but King Qi is not someone to be taken lightly..."
"Yes...it is impossible for a person like the prince not to understand the deeper meaning."
"Perhaps this is how this skill is practiced!"
"The Magical Art of Wedding Clothes"...
It is an extremely powerful, pure and powerful internal skill.
And because of this characteristic, practitioners need to dissipate all the skills they have developed when they reach 60 to 70%25 and practice it again.
After retraining, the internal force that was originally too fierce will be dampened, but its power will not be reduced at all, but will become stronger and more abundant.
Furthermore, because they have practiced it twice, the practitioners are more familiar with the characteristics of this internal force. Not only can they exert greater power, they can also send and receive it more freely and use it as they wish.
The reason why it is named "The Divine Art of Wedding Clothes" is that the process of dispersing the power is likened to removing old clothes and putting on new ones, just like being reincarnated as a human being.
It is very similar to a woman putting on a wedding dress, leaving her original environment, and living in a new environment.
It's not the intention of making wedding clothes for others...
Both of them understood the true meaning of this martial arts, so they had doubts about Zhao Yan's words.
But Zhao Yan didn't know this.
He had never read the secret book of "The Magical Art of Wedding Clothes", nor had he heard of the secret method of rebuilding this technique.
The impression of this martial arts in my mind is still from the TV series I watched in later generations.
And this misunderstanding, which was like an episode, was the reason why a strong man from Kyushu would appear in the future.
Zhao Yan still didn't know the power of his words. He followed the aroma in the air and wandered slowly outside the kitchen.
I saw Shuangsang, who was concentrating on watching the cook cooking.
"Shuang'er."
"Your Majesty!"
Frost's descent restored the old man's voice, and she turned around respectfully and bowed her head in greeting.
"The chef is very good at cooking. This dish smells delicious."
Zhao Yan's nose twitched, feeling satisfied for a while.
I was a little surprised that there was such a chef in the dye house.
It's just a large-scale workshop, and the cooks are all good at making big pots of rice.
Generally, those who have cooked this kind of dish are not very good at making small-portion dishes.
"Back to your lord, Lao Tang is a chef at Yipinju, specializing in fine dishes."
"No wonder."
Zhao Yan nodded with understanding.
It turns out that he is not a miscellaneous cook who makes a big pot of rice.
It can be seen that Shuang Jiang is very attentive to his food.
Walking to the kitchen, there were many main dishes and side dishes on the large dining table. Zhao Yan walked around and picked some that he liked.
"Take this, this, that, and these two to your room, and give the rest to those guys to eat."
They almost ate from Xuanjilou again, but he was not so kind and gave them delicious food and drinks.
"yes."
After hearing this, Shuangjiang arranged things here and led Zhao Yan to his room.
After half a stick of incense, the two sat in the room talking.
"I'm sorry that I have to pretend to be an old man."
She is clearly a beautiful woman in her twenties, but to hide her true appearance is indeed a different form of torture.
But as the person in charge of Chancheng, she travels between various parties all year round. Her beauty does not help her, but is a burden that can explode at any time.
"I am not aggrieved."
"When the prince comes to Chancheng, is there anything that the slave can do?"
Shuangjiang didn't ask why Zhao Yan came here, he just got down to business.
Unlike Zhao Yan's usual subordinates, she is sincerely devoted to this aspect.
"Do you know what happened in Chancheng tonight?"
Zhao Yan also had some plans of his own, and planned to let Shuangjiang consider the situation to see if Rookie Studio could gain more benefits in this round.
"There were signs of fighting on the Nuguan Tianlong Temple side, but it ended very quickly. The spies had just arrived and it was over. After that, the city defense troops came to investigate. I think the major event that the prince mentioned must be related to Tianlong Temple. "
"Yes, I killed someone with a few guys over there."
"It would be his honor for the prince to kill him."
“……”
Zhao Yan's mouth twitched.
This kid is good at everything, but this mentality makes him a little embarrassed.
"You don't need to worry about who that person is, just know that there will be a period of chaos in Dali next."
"What you need to think about now is whether our palace can win something during this period of time."
Zhao Yan was not very clear about how powerful the palace was in Chancheng.
I only know that this is the point that makes Ren Yingying the most reassured.
There are numerous large and small strongholds in Xiaoyu Tower, but there have never been any mistakes in the strongholds in Dali.
For this reason alone, Frostfall's abilities are very reliable.
Sure enough, after hearing Zhao Yan's words, her face was still very calm, without any embarrassment.
Perhaps because she returned to the room, her voice changed back to a woman's voice again.
It's just that there is a calmness in Shuangsheng's voice that many women don't have.
"How much benefit does the prince want to gain?"
"Um?"
Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment.
The tone is a bit loud...
From her tone, it sounded like she was in control of Dali?
Zhao Yan asked tentatively, remembering that Xuanjilou had previously said that he had contacted some people in the rookie workshop.
"If I want Dali to be under the control of Xiaoyulou...is it possible?"
"...That's it?"
"That's all?!!"
Zhao Yan's voice was slightly louder.
He believed in Shuang Sheng's ability, but it was definitely not an easy task to control Dali's affairs in the dark.
Even though Dali's land area ranks second to last among the ten countries of Kyushu, it is still an extremely huge land.
There are tens of millions of people living here, not just one state or one prefecture.
But seeing Shuang Jiang's serious expression, Zhao Yan felt that he was not bragging...
"Does the prince never read the summary sent back by the slave?"
"Summary? You mean the report at the end of the year?"
"Not only that, every quarter the slave writes a detailed report and sends it back to Sanxian Manor. There must be a case file on file in Xiaoyu Tower."
"Forehead……"
Zhao Yan was speechless for a moment.
These complicated things...
Wherever he could see it, he just let Ren Yingying say a few words at the end of the year.
I really have never looked at it seriously.
"Nonsense! Of course I will see it."
"It's just... I've seen it for so long that I can't remember it clearly."
Zhao Yan frowned and became stiff.
Although it doesn't matter if he admits that he hasn't seen it, as the ultimate controller of the palace industry, how can he admit it so frankly.
That would also dampen the work enthusiasm of my subordinates.
When Shuangjiang heard this, he smiled slightly.
For the first time tonight, she showed a gentle smile.
"Sister Gu Yu is right, the prince will never change."
“……”
Zhao Yan's slightly stiff face softened instantly.
Thinking of that gentle woman who could arrange everything for him, my heart felt extremely soft.
It's just that the beauty has passed away...
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood why Shuangjiang wanted to take care of the stronghold in Dali.
She is fulfilling Guyu's wish...
In other words, it is to continue the unfinished things of Gu Yu.
"Your Majesty must have never read the reports written by slaves."
"Otherwise, you should know that in Dali, Xiaoyulou has the ability to accomplish whatever he wants."
"Whether it's the Duan family, the Yang family, or the Cun family and the Yan family, they can't do anything without our Xiaoyulou."
Shuang Sheng's voice was always calm, but the heroic spirit of controlling everything could no longer be concealed.
"Your Majesty, Yang Hongchun is the person we support. The official system of the Dali court is similar to that of the Tang Dynasty. The prime minister orders a door. What he says can be spread throughout the country unless Duan Zhengyan personally stops it."
"I originally thought that the prince wanted to completely overthrow the Duan family. It would take some time to bring down the Duan family in a legitimate way, but he only wanted to control the political affairs of Dali..."
"Your Majesty, Xiaoyulou has done it a long time ago."
After hearing this, Zhao Yan was really shocked.
He didn't care about anything on a daily basis and was used to being the hands-off shopkeeper. He didn't expect that at the critical moment, there would be such a big surprise.
But actually it’s not surprising if you think about it carefully.
After all, Xiaoyu Tower has long been an organization with strong financial resources that can rival other countries. It has members all over Kyushu and has rich connections through various channels.
With so many resources, it’s very easy to do something well.
What is truly admirable is that Shuangjiang was able to use the resources in his hands to support the prime minister of a country and control him in his hands.
This is something that countless other Xiaoyulou stewards have never done.
And the resources those managers have are no less than hers.
"I see...our hands have reached such a high position."
"Yang Hongchun is a person who puts family interests first. Dali belongs to the Duan family, not the Yang family."
Shuangjiang regained his calm tone and replied.
"By taking refuge with us, the Yang family has received countless benefits, and the family business has grown several times in a few years."
"With these benefits, there is no burden to betray the people."
"But the most important thing is that Yang Hongchun was poisoned. This poison can only be solved by the slave."
"Not only him, but also the life and death of most of the important disciples of the Yang family are in the hands of the slave. If he dares to rebel, the Yang family will die in an instant."
At the end, there was a hint of cold cruelty in his tone.
Zhao Yan took a deep look at Shuangsheng dressed as an old man.
This woman was a bit cold and distant, but he originally remembered her appearance quite clearly.
But at this moment, the figure in his mind gradually became blurry.
These years away from the palace, she seems to have become even colder...
Even in terms of work style, it is completely developing in a ruthless direction.
If Zhao Yan had seen her dealing with the young general just now, he would probably feel that she had become even more elusive.
"Shuang'er...can you get rid of this disguise and let me see what you look like?"
“…”
Shuang Jiang seemed to have never expected that Zhao Yan would make this request, and was dumbfounded not knowing how to answer.
Logically speaking, she had no reason to refuse Zhao Yan's request...
But these years she has been living under this mask, and she has long forgotten how to face the world after taking off this disguise...
Zhao Yan saw her standing motionless and didn't answer, just assuming that she acquiesced.
Then he took a few steps forward and walked to Shuangsheng, ready to reach out and lift off the human skin mask covering his face.
The latter only felt his heart beating extremely fast...
It was as if the world had been stripped away, and no other sounds could be heard at all.
She was extremely nervous, and she wanted to stop him but couldn't raise her hand.
He could only watch in silence as Zhao Yan's hand slowly stretched out in front of his eyes, approaching the gap step by step.
However, just when Zhao Yan's fingers touched the slightly warm skin, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the yard outside the door.
"Hurry up and hold on tight."
It was actually the boy from the dyeing shop who brought the food.
Shuang Jiang immediately returned to her body. She took two steps back in a panic, avoided Zhao Yan's sight, and walked out of the door with her head buried in the air, saying:
"Slave, go and serve food to the prince..."
Seeing her back hurriedly out, Zhao Yan smiled helplessly.
A little strange...
But still familiar.
