Chapter 141 Non-Zhuge

At this time, the night was a little dark. The swordsman sat in the car and leaned against the moment. The little girl was completely asleep at this time. The carriage drove slowly on Chang'an Street. I don't know how far the carriage has gone. I only heard Liu Fulu, who had been driving, shouting, "Who?"

The swordsman was shocked and opened the curtains and saw that there was a carriage in front of the carriage that just blocked the way. The swordsman suddenly recognized the owner of the carriage.

"Zhao Guang met Mr.

"Your Highness, let's go. The swords can't write any policy. They are at home and in the country." As soon as he saw this man get out of the carriage, he already knew what was going to happen.

"The kingdom of Zhao Qiong has always been poor and weak, and the ancestors of Zhao Guang have always wanted to change this state. Today, I would like to ask you to talk about it. Zhao Guang is not very grateful." Zhao Guang held his fists in his hands and seemed to be courteous.

The swordsman sighed: "Your Highness is enough to have this intention. If time, there will be strange people to help your country, and forgive the swordsmen for being powerless."

"But Zhao Guang is very grateful for his advice. He is really poor and weak in Zhao Qiong's kingdom. His ancestors have always been the people of Anbang and Dingguo. Zhao Guangxiang must also be a capable minister of governing the world and a hero in troubled times. As a gift from the gentleman, Zhao Guang died without regret. Zhao Guang knelt on the ground with a flutter. Continuously kowtowed.

The sound of Dongdong made the swordsman feel a little sad. At this time, the swordsman thought of Liu Bei in the Three Kingdoms in his previous life. Unfortunately, I was not Zhuge. Scholars die for their confidants, and women die for those who please themselves. Maybe that's what I'm talking about. The swordsman handed out the true spirit and held Zhao Guang up: "Get in the car and send your carriage away."

"Thank you, sir." Zhao Guang cried with joy. If the sword clan ignored him, Zhao Guang could not do anything to the other party. The sword family, a Zhao Qiong kingdom, is not enough in front of this family.

"Please give me some advice." Zhao Guang took out a moon stone in the narrow carriage, and the originally dark carriage suddenly became brighter. Zhao Guang put the moon stone on the stool and took out a notebook from his arms, and respectfully handed the notebook and feathers to the swordsman.

The swordsman took a look and felt a little embarrassed. It took a long time to take it over. Zhao Guang also breathed a sigh of relief and fell to the ground in his heart.

The swordsman turned the feathers in their hands and said to Liu Fulu in front of him, "Housekeeper, set up the drunken Red Tower."

Liu Fulu, who was driving, was a little stunned for a moment, but the drunken Red Mansion was indeed very familiar. Not far ahead is a brothel on Chang'an Street, which is the drunken red house. This is the qualification to have the title of the first brothel in the empire. Looking at the drunken red building from afar, the red light is a vast ocean. Bright as day. Looking closer, there were all those dignitaries who got off the bus in front of the door, and the carriages were basically parked in the backyard of the drunken red building.

The sword clan got out of the carriage and looked at the four-story brothel alone, and sighed: "Housekeeper Liu, this girl asked you to send it back."

"What about you, prince?"

The swordsman waved his hand casually: "His Royal Highness the Second Prince will send someone to send me back." The swordsman is also unrestrained after saying it

"Sir, please." In the face of the drunken Red Mansion, Zhao Guang did look extremely sophisticated.

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"Lord Suo, why is that figure so familiar?" Two horses came to Zuihonglou on Chang'an Street.

So Ege flat box also grabbed the horse's head, and I couldn't think of anything for a moment. The figure who walked into the drunken Red Mansion just now was indeed very familiar.

"That seems to be your woman's son."

So Ege nodded helplessly, because he had seen a very familiar figure, Liu Fulu. Soege walked over in a flat box: "What's going on with Fulu?"

"If you go back to the master's words, the prince and others will meet in the drunken red building." Liu Fulu is naturally a well-informed person. Liu Fulu knew what Zhao Guang knelt down and said just now.

So Ege raised the driving curtain and frowned even more: "Is it really inherited the old man's character to leave the girl here and go to the drunken red building by yourself?" The old man in the mouth of Soege naturally refers to the sword style of the owner of Jimo Villa. Pingxiang muttered to himself, "Who will this boy get together with?"

"Zhao Guang, the second prince of Zhao Qiongguo." Liu Fulu was so uneasy that even his hands began to tremble.

"What?" Soege flat box obviously didn't expect this answer, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous: "How many people?"

"Two."

Before he could get angry, a young man behind him grabbed the arm of the flat box: "Your excellency, don't be angry."

"He is betraying the country. Is this what the descendants of the Jian family do? He also didn't think about the reputation of the Jian family. Soege flat box was extremely angry.

"This matter can only turn big things into small things. If adults rush in now, Brother Jian's charges will be confirmed." After saying that, the young man pulled the rein of the horse in his flat box and handed it to Liu Fulu: "Housekeeper Liu, please send your master back."

"Thank you very much." Liu Fulu recognized the young man in front of him, the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

So Ege shook the rein of the horse in his hand and said with indignation: "Let's go back."

Deep Blue looked at the distant Soege flat box, and then dismount to walk to the Drunken Red Tower. As soon as the dark blue stepped into the drunken red building, an old maid immediately greeted him: "Yo, this young man, are you looking for a girl or are you here to make an appointment?"

Dark blue eyes gradually rose along the stairs. If the swordsman wants to talk about things, they must be upstairs, but there will no longer be such a crowded place downstairs: "Where is the second prince who just came in?"

"It turned out to be a matter of the government." The old lady smiled, turned around and shouted, "Cui'er, take this gentleman to the Furong Pavilion on the fourth floor."

"Furong Pavilion? His Royal Highness the prince of Zhao Qiong Kingdom, no one is allowed to approach. A girl in blue poked her head out from the second floor.

The old pimp's eyes looked at the dark blue, and her eyes were full of doubts: "I don't know what the prince is. It's better to report it as a girl."

"No, just find a pavilion next to Furong Pavilion."

The old pimp obviously understood that the man in front of him was equivalent to a spy in the officialdom, specializing in spying on the secret meetings of those officials. Over the past year, there have been countless such spies. The old lady was a little embarrassed when he thought of this: "Sir, you see, the uncle of Furong Pavilion does not allow others to approach, and we can't do anything about this."

"How much is it that you are willing to sell the pavilion next to it?" Dark Blue weighed his pocket.

"Isn't it a matter of money? It's a matter of credibility. Since the guest has ordered it, we have to do it now.

"What do you think of sixty taels of gold?" Deep Blue took stock of his property and gritted his teeth and spit out a price that he thought was very high.

The old pimp finally understood that the official in front of him was a clean official, 60 gold, and the sound of throwing into the drunken red building could not make a sound. There was nothing in Juncheng, but more officials and more rich. Thinking of this, the oldam finally said, "Master, I didn't say you. This kind of behind-the-scenes black transaction can't be done without 5,000 taels of gold. Moreover, Zuihonglou has been doing this kind of black transaction for so many years. In the end, the voice of the old pimp became smaller and smaller.

Deep Blue finally got it. To be honest, he may have to find someone to borrow 50 taels of gold to pay for 60 taels of gold. His own family is only ten taels of gold: "Farewell."

"Mom, why did this man leave again?"

"The deep blue minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice is a typical Qing official. Unfortunately, there are not many such clean officials in the world, otherwise our business in the Red Mansion would not be so good. The old lady sighed unexpectedly.

There are all kinds of strange things these days, and even the old pimp sighed that the world is getting cold. Deep Blue only felt that nothing strange had happened in the world.

In the Furong Pavilion, the sword clan and Zhao sat at the window. The sword clan poked out their heads and looked down: "Someone is following us."

Zhao Guang suddenly raised strangely and looked down. He only saw one person get on the horse and disappear on the dark Chang'an street: "Who is this person?"

"The deep blue of the Ministry of Criminal Justice." The figure downstairs is very familiar to the swordsman. After saying that, the swords' eyes fell on the book again: "The policy theory can only be written based on strong factual data and long-term vision. The four words of foresight can't describe those famous politicians in history at all. Maybe it can only be described as heavenly talents or unparalleled national scholars. The swordsman is not like the imperial court, so it is very lacking in the intelligence of various countries. After saying that, the sword clan paused for a moment and looked at Zhao Guang with deep eyes.

"Mr. has the above needs, but it's okay to talk about it. Zhao Guang will definitely do it."

"Facts, conditions, data, talents, and these four aspects of intelligence determine the level of policy theory. How much can the prince provide?"

Zhao Guang was silent. What the sword clan said, why is a simple transaction so simple? Each item is ** naked top-secret information, which is quite important for a country. Therefore, Zhao Guang chose to be silent at this time. If he told the swordsman these things, he might kill the swords immediately after getting a strategy, which is the best choice.

Zhao Guang is meditating, and the sword clan is indeed smiling. Who can achieve a heroic reputation in history? Thinking of this, the sword clan's heart is somewhat boiling. It turns out that history is so heroic to create history. No wonder so many people like to become famous.

Zhao Guang was silent for a long time, and the swordsman laughed a little stiffly at this time. Then Zhao Guang said, "Zhao Guang,,,,,,,,,,,."

The sword clan did not wait for Zhao Guang to continue and immediately interrupted: "How did you kill me after you thought it was done?"

Zhao Guang's eyes trembled, and his words were a little frightened: "How do you know?" After Zhao Guang finished speaking, he pulled back and leaned back.

"If you can't use talents for me, just kill them. This is one of the creeds often used by emperors. But you should think clearly whether the power of Zhao Qiong's kingdom can resist the revenge of Jimo Villa if he kills me. After saying that, the swordsman's eyes also cooled down.

Zhao Guang shook his head: "No."

"The swordsman can understand the second prince's eagerness to save the country, and can also understand the emperor's scheming. But please also ask the second prince to understand the power of Jimo Villa.

"Zhao Guang has offended Mr. Please forgive me." Zhao Guang broke out in a cold sweat and sweated profusely, and his heart was even more frightened.

The swordsman picked up the feather and clicked the notebook: "Remember, no matter what I write, this strategy can only exert its greatest benefit after you win the throne."

"Zhao Guang doesn't quite understand. Please explain it."

"The ancestors of the swordsman have always served the highest king. This kind of policy can only be understood by two people. Some things can't be written.

Zhao Guang nodded: "Mr. Zhao Guang remembers the meaning." After saying that, Zhao Guang looked at the swordsman again: "Zhao Guang has something unclear. He is not willing to write strategy for his country. Is it just because he was moved by Zhao Guang's behavior?"

The swordsman shook his head: "Make your own contribution to the strength of the Chinese people."