I am not Song Qinzong

In one breath, Zhao Huan made his plan clear.

Since Song Jiang was destined to recruit security, how could the prince not plan to hold this power in his hands.

In order to resist the Jurchens, there is only too little army, and there is never enough.

To put it bluntly, he controlled the power of Liang Shanbo.Even usurping the throne is easy.

Of course, this is not in a hurry, first show some favor and tell Liang Shan of your kindness.

Later, Zhao Huan summoned the six Zhantianshen to give them awards.

Abandoning the Gundam is a testament to Zhan Tianshen. From then on, as long as Gao Qiu does not go, Zhan Tianshen can only be firmly tied to the small boat of the prince.

However, Zhao Huan didn't plan to arrange these soldiers to do other things, but to train hard and strive to become a general in charge.

"Mr. Chu, Zhang Ming's mansion is asking to see you." Yu Ren came to report excitedly.

"Oh, so fast?" Zhao Ji laughed.

"He came here with two carts of saltpeter in person, obviously feeling the majesty of the Eastern Palace."

Yu Ren laughed until he couldn't close his mouth.

Once upon a time, even bigger birds were unwilling to fall into the Prince's East Palace, but today, as luck would have it, the Shaoqing of Taifu Temple came to the door in person.

How rare!

Even if Shaoqing is only a deputy, and only from the fourth rank.

After messing with Gundam and Gao Qiu, Zhang Mingfu, who was so majestic that even a miscellaneous official was unwilling to offend, immediately came to make amends.

Zhao Huan thought for a while, and said: "Please come and meet... Forget it, after all, I will be the first one. I will go out to meet you in person."

Of course, the crown prince doesn't like this kind of grass, but if you buy a horse bone with a lot of money, you still need to have the posture you should do.

When he got outside the mansion, he saw Zhang Ming's mansion standing upright, he didn't move even in the setting sun, showing respect.

Seeing the crown prince coming out, Zhang Mingfu slightly adjusted his official uniform, prostrating: "Chen Taifu Temple Shaoqing Zhang Mingfu pays homage to His Royal Highness the crown prince."

Zhao Huan caught up with two steps, helped Zhang Ming's mansion and said: "The mansion is private, why should Shaoqing be so rigid? Please come in and talk."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Zhang Mingfu let go of his hanging heart.

Others don't know the reason for the conflict between the prince and Gao Lian, but he is Menqing.

Knowing that Gao Da was sent to Salmonella Island, Gao Qiu fined his salary, and the prince just studied behind closed doors for three days, Zhang Mingfu knew that Zhao Ji was trying to establish the prince's prestige.

Obviously, one high-ranking officer is not enough for this kind of thing, and there will definitely be other targets in a long or short period of time.

As the young minister of Taifu Temple, he is neither high nor low, and he once disrespected the prince, so he just happened to stand up and fight him?

When they arrived at the living room and sat down, before they could serve tea, Zhang Mingfu took the initiative to say: "Your official is stupid, I have offended you a lot in the morning, I beg your Highness to reprimand you."

"This matter cannot be blamed on Mr. Zhang, it is actually because of the weakness of the Eastern Palace."

Zhang Mingfu was direct, Zhao Huan didn't hide it, and gave him enough respect.

Being polite and virtuous, a corporal, is a necessary skill for the prince, whether it is sincere or false.

Zhang Mingfu was also completely relieved, and said: "This official is here to deliver saltpeter, and to tell His Highness that Gao Ya'er, the ambassador of the saltpeter warehouse, has asked for bribes and stolen stocks, and has been handed over to the supervisor for investigation.

At present, the management of the treasury is undecided. I don't know if His Highness can see and teach? "

The so-called teaching is not a recommender, but a position for Donggong.

"Mr. Zhang has a heart." Zhao Huan pondered for a while, and said: "There is Fang Wulang in my mansion, who is quite good at mathematics and is a prudent person. Maybe he can consider it."

If it is in other places, the prince will naturally not intervene, there is no need.

Saltpeter is different. If there is a need in the future, it would be great if someone can be inserted.

Zhang Mingfu didn't ask who Fang Wulang was, he just asked him to report at Shaofu Temple tomorrow.

After taking a sip of tea, Zhang Mingfu continued: "At noon, the Holy Majesty sent Li Yan, his personal middle-ranking official, to the printing office to deliver the prince's ugly slave.

The lower official was fortunate enough to see him, and he was deeply moved. Taking this opportunity, he had the audacity to ask the prince to write a personal letter, so he could ponder it every day. "

Seeing his sincere appearance, Zhao Huan almost took it seriously.

But there's no need to say no, is there?

"My character is much different from my father's. Don't make fun of me, Mr. Zhang."

"This statement is bad. The character is more spiritual than the shape. Chu Jun's font has the style of everyone, but it lacks a little fire."

The crown prince is self-effacing, and Shaoqing praises him blindly, so the atmosphere is harmonious.

In the imperial palace, in the Chongsheng Hall, Zhao Ji was splashing ink.

He was good at painting, and within a short time, a picture of a boy lying on the bed and looking out the window was completed.

That young man was very similar to Zhao Huan, and the sickness on his face was also vivid.

"Good picture!" The person behind him couldn't help but admire.

Take a closer look at this man, he is handsome in appearance, with excellent demeanor, he is a handsome man.

His name is Wang Fu. He was the censor Zhongcheng of the current dynasty, the chief of the censor platform, and concurrently served as an attendant.

Being able to stand behind Zhao Ji shows that he is deeply trusted and loved.

After hearing his praise, Zhao Ji smiled triumphantly and continued writing.

"The ugly slave's sick bed feels sorry for the young man and says sorrow

Teenagers don't know what it's like to be sad...

My son Huan was lingering on the sick bed, and I got it by chance. I made this painting today to remember it. It was in the summer and April of the eighth year of Zhenghe. "

"This song Chou Nuer really fits the youth's feelings very well. It is rare for the crown prince to have this kind of talent, but it has a bit of an official tradition." Wang Fu said.

"Haha..." Zhao Ji laughed heartily, and said, "I thought Huan'er was just ordinary, but I didn't want to be blessed by misfortune, and my talents and learning have improved a lot."

Wang Fu said: "For those blessed by God, it is normal to turn bad luck into good fortune."

Zhao Ji nodded slightly, and said: "Come here, frame this picture and send it to the East Palace."

It is handled by its own middle officer.