Chapter 175 Camp
Treason is a crime punishable by genocide.
"Grandmaster Li."
"Chen is here!"
The prefect hurriedly left his seat and knelt before the prince.
"It's been several months since Wang Yan's corruption case was investigated. What have you found out?"
"This..." Governor Li subconsciously looked up at Li Tong.
"I'm asking you a question!"
"Your Majesty, I am incompetent..."
The prince glanced at Li Tong imperceptibly, and stopped questioning the trembling Li Taishou on the ground, and turned to look at the Duke of Yue.
"Uncle Shi."
"Your Highness the Crown Prince has embarrassed this old minister."
"The emperor considers you as his brother, and I also consider Shaolin as my brother. Jiangning's affairs still depend on my uncle."
"Your Majesty, the Wang family will never be able to repay your kindness!"
"I want to transfer Wang Yan to the Duke's Mansion tomorrow and interrogate him personally. What do you think, uncle?"
"I obey your orders!" "No!"
Two voices sounded at the same time. Duke Yue’s words were naturally unimportant, but the word “can’t” was very harsh.
As expected, it was the little fan Li Jian again.
"Your Highness, please allow me to report this. It is the duty of the governor to try a case. Although the Duke of Yue is deeply favored by the emperor, he does not have the power to arrest and interrogate him. I hope Your Highness will think twice."
"That's enough! If you have any opinions, you can write to the emperor and tell him!"
Li Jian suddenly raised his head, his face turned pale and blue, he wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally sat down without saying a word.
Zhao Yushu watched the prince's performance coldly. He could have done all this in private, so why did he want to call him over to watch this show?
A show of strength? How arrogant must he be to think he could scare a famous academy master?
Or···
Zhao Yushu tilted his head to look at Li Tong. As expected, Li Tong's face was so red that it seemed like blood was dripping out. Her teeth were clenched tightly and her lips were pale.
Damn, so this is how the seats are arranged.
Zhao Yushu glanced at the governor who was still lying on the ground and shaking like a Parkinson's patient, and thought to himself that you old man have good acting skills. The glance you pretended to be unintentional just now was worthy of winning the Golden Man.
Zhao Yushu never thought that one day he would be assigned to the same camp as Li Tong. It should be said that the prince divided the people into two camps, those who were his own people and those who were not, and neither he nor Li Tong were his own people.
Okay, my previous guess was wrong again. The emperor might really have a crush on Prince Fu. Combined with the scene where the jade rat stole the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, Prince Fu seemed to have some ideas about the emperor.
How could Xijing keep it a secret for so long? His understanding of political intrigue was too superficial. Zhao Yushu picked up the wine glass and drank the cool rice wine in one gulp, feeling comfortable.
The prince was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Yushu's actions. Did Mr. Six not see it, or didn't he care?
The people in the academy are really annoying!
"Okay, now that we've finished our business, I've seen the fine wine and beauties of the Qinhuai River. This nighttime beauty must not be missed. Come on, set sail!"
The Zuihua Boat was just a pleasure boat and was not very suitable for sailing on the river, but that was only because the prince was not on board.
The entire Qinhuai River was cleaned up at a speed visible to the naked eye. All the ships sailed along the shore obediently, leaving the center for Zuihua Fang.
Several medium-sized warships were responsible for towing, pulling the Drunken Flower Boat slowly with ropes, which was more stable and reliable than sailing.
Of course, one had to go outside the house to see the scenery. The prince, along with the Duke of Yue and a group of local officials, walked to the bow of the boat. Looking at the hazy moonlight reflected on the river surface, they began to recite poems and compose couplets. Unexpectedly, Li Tong walked up to him and stood shoulder to shoulder with him without looking away.
"Mr. Liu, nice to meet you."
"The county lord."
"Mr. Liu is a smart man, he should be able to see something."
"I don't understand what the princess is saying."
"It doesn't matter. After the dinner, I want to go for a drink. Does Mr. Liu have any recommendations?"
Zhao Yushu hesitated for a moment and said, "I had breakfast at a teahouse this morning. It tasted good, but I don't know if it will be a midnight snack."
"He will do it."
Zhao Yushu nodded and whispered a name. Li Tong walked past him and walked to the other side, never facing him from beginning to end.
After Li Tong left, the little fan Li Jian came over and said with a wry smile: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Mr. Liu."
"No, Your Majesty's demeanor makes me admire him."
Li Jian scratched his head awkwardly: "Mr. Liu, you don't have to call me Prince all the time, just call me Li Jian. Actually, I am a prince, hey, it's a bit embarrassing to say it. To be honest, Mr. Liu, I have 34 brothers and sisters, but I am the only one who, even though I was crowned a king, I have no fiefdom to go to, haha."
This is really unheard of. When a king is enfeoffed, he will naturally be given a fiefdom, and then he will have to go to his fiefdom. This is the custom of the Tang Dynasty. I have never heard of any prince not going to his fiefdom.
"This, haha, is not a secret. My fiefdom is in Qiuzi. Two hundred years ago, haha, there were no Tang people."
Qiuci! Zhao Yushu immediately sympathized with this poor little prince. When the Tang Dynasty was first established, Qiuci expressed his submission. Then, over the course of a hundred years, Qiuci rebelled again and again, which annoyed the Tang Dynasty. In the end, it was found that there was no money to be made, so the Tang Dynasty simply stopped caring about Qiuci. Qiuci was only nominally a territorial territory of the Tang Dynasty.
When a prince was conferred the title of Duke of Qiuzi, it was tantamount to telling everyone that this prince was not welcomed and that he should just stay in Xijing and eat and wait for death.
Zhao Yushu rarely felt that he was at a loss for words, and for a long time he couldn't think of anything to say to comfort this unfortunate prince.
"After we swim in the river, why don't we go for a drink together?" The little fan made a hopeful invitation. Zhao Yushu suddenly felt a headache. Is he so popular?
If you had come three minutes earlier, I would be yours tonight, but unfortunately I’m out of time now.
"To be honest, I have something else to do tonight. How about tomorrow night? I'll go ask some locals and find a good restaurant. I'll treat you!"
Li Jian flashed a hint of disappointment, then nodded immediately: "Okay, then I will shamelessly eat Mr. Liu's delicious meal!"
The two people who were classified by the prince as not being on his side expressed their desire to have an in-depth discussion with him either indirectly or directly, which completely confirmed the prince's "wisdom and bravery". It turned out that these three people were not good people.
The prince was in a hurry to play this drama of "you are the bad guy and I am the good guy" for everyone, which made Zhao Yushu feel that the prince was either very naive or very insidious. He tended to be inclined to the latter.
During the entire river cruise, the prince never spoke a word to him. Finally, he yawned and said casually that he was tired, then left the boat and headed straight for the government office surrounded by a large number of guards.
"Sixth Mr.." Before getting off the boat, Duke Yue and the fat monk came together and blocked his way intentionally or unintentionally. Li Tong took a look and got on the carriage and left. Li Jian hesitated for a moment, and Zhao Yushu gave him a look and then walked away obediently.
"What advice do you two have for me?"
Duke Yue is a mortal, but the fat monk gave him a strong sense of oppression and was very close to Lan Rong.
"My son is in Nanyang. Thank you Mr. Liu for taking care of him."
"What are you talking about, Duke? It's mainly Mr. Qin who takes care of him."
The fat monk snorted coldly, his aura soaring. Zhao Yushu looked at him with a sneer, and even if he had ten times the courage, he would not dare to attack him in broad daylight.
"Okay, it's true that heroes emerge from youth. I hope to have a drink with Mr. Liu in the future. Please." Duke Yue slightly turned aside and let Zhao Yushu go first.
Old fox! Zhao Yushu bowed and walked down the stairs.