The happy life of a prodigal

Ning Erdao: "If you go back to His Royal Highness King Ning, Fang Xiu's thief has already been killed by us!"

"Being killed by you?" King Ning frowned slightly, and said, "Tell me about the process in detail."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

With a solemn face, Ning Er began to describe what he did after entering the palace: "After I entered the palace, I first found Eunuch Zhang, and then followed Eunuch Zhang to..."

King Ning frowned even more as he listened.

Although all of this was planned, he always felt that something was not quite right.

What's wrong?

I can't find anything wrong with it, I just feel that all this should not be so logical.

During this process, there should be some waves.

However, the current situation is that there are no waves, everything is exactly as planned, and there is no mistake, which makes people feel a little strange.

No matter who it is or what it does, it is impossible to say that it is exactly the same as the plan, without the slightest difference, unless someone cooperates, just like in the Beijing Normal University Theater.

But the problem is, it is not easy to cooperate with such a scene.

First of all, Fang Xiu needs to know his own existence... This point is already very difficult.

The reason is very simple. In the past two years, King Ning thought that he had never exposed his traces. Not to mention Fang Xiu, even the gods might not know where he was hiding.

Because, in the past two years, he has never stayed in one place for half a month.

Every half a month, I leave here and go to another place, just to prevent people from easily discovering after staying in one place for too long.

Secondly, after knowing that I have appeared here, it is still very difficult to know my plan.

Although my plan has been finalized long ago, except for a few confidantes, no one knows it at all!

Every one of his confidantes is always by his side, and there is absolutely no way to betray him!Likewise, there is no reason to betray him.

The last point, but also the most important point, is to let many eunuchs, Jinwu guards, guards, and eunuchs cooperate in this scene.

If it's just a few people, that's all, it's still possible.

However, it is impossible for so many people to do it!

Not to mention you Fangxiu, even the one on the dragon chair, it is absolutely impossible for so many people to be so obedient!

Therefore, after thinking about it, there is only one possibility!

My own plan is very careful, the execution is very sharp, and the completion is very thorough!

I... finally completed my revenge!

Chapter 150 is absolutely impossible!

King Ning stood where he was, looking at the red walls and blue tiles, but the joyful feeling he imagined did not appear.

He thought that he had completed his revenge and solved the knot in his heart, but this was not the case.

I don't know why, but he still feels panicked in his heart... He used to have everything, but now he suddenly lost everything and is living in the end of the world.

I am the majestic King Ning, should I be wandering like a homeless dog?

Is this really what you want?

Is what I have been obsessed with all this time is what Fang Xiu did to me, or what I lost?

When King Ning thought of this, his eyes gradually changed, and something reappeared in his eyes, this thing is called ambition!

Now, in the palace, he owns Zhang Wen, and outside the palace... although no one is on his side.

However, as long as the process of assassinating Fang Xiu is used well, it won't take long for Zhao Hao and the officials to turn against each other. At that time, if he appears again, no accidents, he will definitely gain the support of everyone!

Thinking of this, King Ning has already made a decision, looked at Ning Er beside him, and ordered: "I have something that I need you to do, I will write a letter later, and you can send them to me at night. The mansion of civil and military officials, where to send it, I will tell you..."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Ning Er and the others nodded.

So, taking advantage of the darkness, they acted again.

............

The next day, early in the morning, it was just dawn.

Zhang Maoshi, the servant of the household department, dressed neatly and walked into the yard... He has a very important matter to report to the three elders.

During this period of time, for some reason, the palace was suddenly heavily guarded, even the elders suddenly disappeared, and even he, the servant of the household department, couldn't see the elders, and it was delayed for several days .

But what I want to say, I can't delay it for a day!

Therefore, every morning, he got up early, and went to the palace to ask if he could see Elder Ge today.

As usual, he stood in the courtyard, breathing in the fresh morning air, looked at the servants beside him, and ordered: "Go and wake up the young master."

The servant nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, master."

The expression on his face is respectful, but in his heart he is extremely helpless... It's really embarrassing to wake up so early in the morning, and it's still such a cold winter, not to mention the young master, even those beggars Woke up so early!

But Zhang Maoshi didn't notice anything wrong at all, and even took out a book from his pocket, and read it carefully.

Strictly speaking, this book is not a book, but a magazine.

Speaking of which, this magazine is also interesting. It is produced by Zhuxuanzhai. Each issue has a different theme and is composed of articles from many people. The viewpoints are also different. Every time I read it, I can see different viewpoints It is interesting to have a collision.

The theme of this issue he held in his hand was very concise, only two words, economy!

It is not the first time that the word economy has appeared. As early as hundreds of years ago, there was a saying of helping the people... However, today's economy is different from the saying of helping the people hundreds of years ago. Same again.

The economy here refers to the exchange and circulation of silver and the production of many commodities... All in all, it is a big concept that is inseparable from silver.

The responsibility of the household department is money and food, and it is closely related to the economy.

Therefore, he often used this issue of the magazine to study, and even asked all the people in the household department to have a copy, so they had to read it carefully, read it carefully, and read it carefully.

In this, many people wrote things that are too profound, even he, the servant of the household department, can barely read the general idea.

But just trying to get a rough idea is enough... Just a rough idea made him feel that there are many laws contained in the word "qianliang" that he had never discovered before.

Especially a guy whose pseudonym is One Poor and Two White, what he sees is very sharp, and the rules he summed up can be used almost anywhere!It is of great help to many things of the household department.

It's a pity...he still doesn't know who this person is.

If you know, you must come to ask for advice.

Thinking of this, he opened the magazine, read it carefully, and saw the exciting place, he couldn't help shouting: "Good! Good! Well said!"

At this time, a familiar voice came from the side.

"What's so good! This shitty magazine was published a few months ago, and it talks about things that are already outdated. If you read it, daddy, you should read the latest magazine...that's the last one. In the second period, the theme is also the economy, which is called the second period of the economy.”

Hearing this, Zhang Maoshi glared at his son Zhang Wenbai, and said angrily: "What do you know? You just studied the affairs of the stock exchange, happened to figure out some rules, and wrote a bit of vulgarity in Zhuxuanzhai. For the article, what I want is nothing more than two words-money!

With your superficial views, how can you compare with everyone in this magazine?Especially the people who are called poor and white, the economy they are talking about is the way of the world!Even if I give you decades, you will not be able to catch up with others!

My father has taught you a long time ago, to be humble, to study hard, no matter when, whether it is a failure, or a small achievement, don't have any pride..."

Zhang Wenbai's expression became a little strange when he heard Zhang Maoshi's words, especially when he heard the words 'one poor and two white'.

He stood there, quietly watching his father talk, and after a while, he said slowly: "Father, the poor and poor you mentioned just now is my pseudonym in Zhuxuanzhai Magazine."

"..."

Hearing this, Zhang Maoshi was startled slightly, and didn't know what to say for a while.

After a long while, he shook his head and said firmly: "Impossible, Mr. Poor and White, but he has the demeanor of everyone, unique vision, and sharp eyesight. How can you be compared to someone who is short-sighted and only knows how to study the silver in the exchange?" ...impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Speaking of this, the voice stopped abruptly.

Because he saw a letter that Zhang Wenbai took out from his pocket, the signature on it could just be read clearly, it was exactly four words—one poor and two white!

Zhang Maoshi stared at the letter blankly, as if he had fallen into self-doubt. It took him a while to recover, and he said more firmly: "Impossible!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't say the reason, let alone explain, just looked at the next person, and ordered solemnly: "Prepare the carriage, I want to see the elders!"

The first thousand and 150 second chapters of complex emotions

"..." Zhang Wenbai stood aside, looked at the scene in front of him helplessly, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

At this time, a servant suddenly came over and whispered: "Master, someone sent a letter outside, without a signature..."

"A letter? What letter? I have something important to do now, so I don't have the heart to read any letter!"

Zhang Maoshi waved his hands angrily, not knowing who he was angry with.

As the servant of the household department, I often receive this letter. Some merchants, without signing their names, put the letter in this mansion just for him to see. Naturally, the content is also strange and full of everything.

Therefore, unless it is a signed letter, generally speaking, he does not read it.

The servant held the letter in his hand, but the expression on his face became a little strange. After thinking about it, he whispered: "Master, you may not know that although you never read this unsigned letter, my little ones But it needs to be read, in case there is money stuffed in the letter, or there are some other messy things, I can't tell at that time.

Every time you receive a letter with money, the small ones are sent to the steward, and then the steward sends it to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, you all know this, so..."

Hearing this, Zhang Maoshi seemed to realize something, frowned slightly, looked at the servant, and said, "What's the difference between this letter?"

The servant hesitated to speak, but finally said: "Master, you should see for yourself."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Maoshi thought for a while, reached out and took the letter, and read it carefully from top to bottom.

Just looking at the opening, his face changed in vain!

His brows were tightly wrinkled, and his face was extremely ugly!

The letter described in detail the many things that happened in the Imperial Palace Hospital, the Supervisor of Rituals, and the Hanlin Academy in the past few days.

Although he didn't say it clearly, all the signs showed that - His Majesty is dead!

Seeing this, Zhang Maoshi took a deep breath, an inexplicable sadness swept over his body, and his eyes turned red involuntarily.

After taking a deep breath, he stabilized his mood and continued to look down.

After watching for a while, his eyes changed again, as did his complexion.

However, this time it is not just ugly, but a lot of complicated emotions.

There is surprise, there is joy, there is suddenness, there is confusion, there is sadness, there is regret...

There are many emotions that are completely opposite, such as joy and sadness, but they appear at the same time at this moment.

Because the letter said... Just yesterday, five assassins sneaked into the palace, ambushed on the road to the Imperial Hospital, and killed An Guogong Fangxiu!

Of course, the word used in this letter is Fangxiu, a thief!

An Guogong... is a character that people love and hate.

The hatred for him, no doubt, comes from his deviant, from the fact that he often does things that people can't figure out, besides, it also comes from his arrogance, from his power over the world.

The love for him comes from his both civil and military skills, from his Wang Zuozhi, from his respect and love for the people, from his unparalleled...

There are many, many more.

No matter how much he hated An Guogong, Zhang Maoshi had to admit that it was because of An Guogong that the Great Chu entered the prosperous age it is today.

If there is no Duke An, maybe it won't be so bad, but it will never be so good!

Haiyan and Heqing may not be counted, but it is indeed the best period of time in Dachu.

Put down the rebellion in the Southwest Road, let the little prince who has the appearance of a wise king become the prince, unite the land, beg the Yan tribe to submit, trade routes in the Southeast Road, rubber in Nanyang, major academies, major research institutes, divine punishment, divine power …

This is the big aspect.

On the small side, it’s easy to get drunk with famous wine, the asphalt roads in Kyoto Prefecture, the common glass products, and the glider that allows people to fly into the sky... and so on.

They were all invented by relying on Duke An. Without Duke An, these things would not have appeared.

It is precisely because of the appearance of these things that Dachu is so prosperous.

To be honest, if you count carefully, His Majesty's contribution may not be as good as that of An Guogong.

It's a pity that An Guogong's character...

Hey... If An Guogong's character can be better, the civil and military officials above the court will not hate him so much.

Thinking of this, Zhang Maoshi sighed, not knowing what to say for a while.

He just stood there, sighing uncontrollably.