Born short-lived

The bosses of several major commercial firms in the East China Sea, Water Transport, made such a big fight, of course, not because they really wanted to fight Zhou Zirong to the death.

The so-called omnipotent, if there is no benefit, these wealthy businessmen who are more skilled than monkeys in fur will not do it even if they are killed. If it is said that the most life-saving people in the whole East China Sea, they probably belong to this group of people.

So when they heard that King Beizhao had returned to the East China Sea in person, their decision immediately changed from "sue the imperial court" to "talk to King Beizhao in detail".

After all, "peace makes money", fighting to the death is useless.

Now Zhou Zirong was busy with almost no suspense. He wanted to contact the envoy of Tiankui, and at the same time he had to deal with the group of wealthy tycoons. The command headquarters, the restaurant, and the Beizhao Prince's Mansion were running in three directions, day and night.

And Luo Chi, who had been by his side all the time, faintly noticed that Zhou Zirong seemed to be busy with more than these two things.Zhou Zirong went looking for Jiang Huaikong twice in three days, and disappeared for a while from time to time. The strangest thing was that Luo Chi discovered that there were Muslims coming in and out of the palace recently.

Obviously, Zhou Zirong was planning something in private, but he didn't say anything, and Luo Chi didn't ask. He still honestly let him run errands and work, and instinctively felt that it was definitely not something he should intervene in.

It was also when outsiders thought that Zhou Zirong was too busy, he wrote a letter and handed it to Luo Chi, asking him to find a reliable person to deliver it to the High Priest of the Jiang Clan himself.

"This matter is very important, find someone you can trust, and don't let it go," Zhou Zirong said with a stern face, "If you really can't find someone who can handle it, you should go there yourself."

In such a big East China Sea, it is of course impossible not to find anyone who can run errands. No matter how insane Luo Chi is, he should understand that this is Zhou Zirong implying that this matter is not unusual.

But generally speaking, Luo Chi could feel that although Zhou Zirong was busy these days, he was in a good mood.

Zhou Zirong usually doesn't like to show his happiness and anger on his face, and he always has a smiling face when he socializes. If it weren't for someone with a delicate mind to observe his words and expressions, he definitely wouldn't be able to find that he often secretly had fun by himself in recent days.

Once Luo Chi went to deliver the file to him, the door was open, Luo Chi knocked twice, seeing that Zhou Zirong didn't respond, thought that he had acquiesced, so he entered the room lightly, thinking that Zhou Zirong was alone I don't know what I was thinking while writing something, but I raised the corners of my mouth and smiled inexplicably.

Such a smile is really uncommon, the corner of the mouth is like honey, and even the bruises under the eyes are softened a lot.

Although Tiankui's matter seems dangerous, in fact, as long as he is more cautious, he can solve it naturally.After all, it was not Tiankui's original intention to make Sha An and Hua Xu fight over the island. They originally wanted to stay out of the matter, but now that Hua Xu forcefully dragged them into it, there was only one choice left.

That is standing in line.

The distance between Tiankui, Huaxu's northern border and the east sea from Sha'an is actually about the same. For Huaxu, if he can win over Tiankui, it is equivalent to laying a stake in the east of Sha'an, and he will not be afraid of their dishonesty in the future.

As far as Yu Sha'an is concerned, Hua Xu used Tiankui to blow up their 50 reinforcements back to their nests, causing their nearly two-year crusade to return without success. If I don't go down, I don't want this little braid to be held in the hands of others.

But although Tiankui people do not want to join the WTO, they are not stupid. Sha'an has been exhausted by a battle, and the capital city is in a state of darkness. The whole country looks precarious, even if Tiankui Forming an alliance with Huaxu, Sha'an could not find enough troops to attack.

Huaxu is different. Although the northern border was ruined to a mess, there were less than 30 troops dispatched at the beginning. The southern border of the East China Sea has not moved at all. The main force is still there, and the Great Wall is still there. It counts.

Even Donghai Zhou Zirong, who had fooled them miserably back then, could turn their corner-sized island upside down with just a flick of a finger.

Tiankui knew that this was the ancestor he couldn't mess with.

So even if Hua Xu's troops were detained, it was impossible to hand them over to the people of Sha'an.

And since the Tiankui people are willing to show weakness, Zhou Zirong should also give them enough face.

——He personally entertained the envoys of Tiankui in Wanghai Tower.

The Tiankui people may be used to being closed-minded, with empty pockets but a solid heart, and dealing with them is not like the usual socializing and talking nonsense. Today, the Tiankui people went straight to the coach of Huaxu Donghai without turning a corner. With a beating, he said straightly: "You protect us, and we let them go."

Plain and simple, leaving no stone unturned.

To protect such a small island under the eyes of the half-dead Sha'an, as long as the queen nodded, it was a matter of a few words for Zhou Zirong.

It's just that the wild goose doesn't pluck its feathers after passing, and I still feel a little pity.

So Zhou Zirong smiled kindly and said: "Zhou has heard that your country also intends to open ports in recent years, but it's just that there is no naval escort... that's not as good as this, Gui

Isn’t there an uninhabited island in the southwest of the state, and a maritime office is built there. If your country has merchant ships that want to go to sea, they can seek shelter from naval ships in the maritime office... What do the envoys think? "

The envoy hesitated and said: "My lord's meaning..."

No one can't understand that once the maritime office is established, Tiankui will not be much different from Huaxu's state capital, not even an ordinary subsidiary state.

The reason why Zhou Zirong said this is because he had already grasped the thoughts of this group of people. Tiankui put it on the map of the four realms, which is not as big as Kong Fangjun, and he does not have much ambition. Come on, they are different from Panyang, they have lived in a corner for thousands of years, and they don't have the ambition to found a country and establish a clan.

Anyway, whoever they recognize as their father is not a father, since they have been involved, now that Hua Xu can keep them safe for the rest of their lives, they are satisfied.

This is not a matter of spinelessness, Zhou Zirong's tone sounds like a discussion, but in fact they have no right to raise objections at all.

Because the Tiankui people have no bargaining chips at all.

What they were holding were only a few soldiers of Huaxu Donghai, Yuan Li didn't make a sound no matter how distressed he was, and withdrew back to Huaxu's territorial waters that night with a few people who escaped with him.If the Tiankui people really tried to use these small soldiers to blackmail Hua Xu, it would be tantamount to shaking a tree. The whereabouts of these captives could only show the Tiankui people's position after all.

Tiankui chose Hua Xu, which was Hua Xu's profit, but even if they couldn't think about it for a while and chose Sha'an, considering Sha'an's current national strength, Hua Xu would not be considered a loser.

Huaxu had plenty of choices, but Tiankui didn't.

So soon, the captives boarded the return ship.

At the same time, the letter sealed with three layers of wax arrived in Huajing City from the East China Sea.

When Jiang Huailan returned to the compound that night, she saw Jiang Huaibi sitting in the courtyard alone, wearing only a plain gauze shirt, her whole body was soaked in the cold moonlight, which was almost temperatureless, and she was so transparent and shining , without a trace of blood, as if it was about to disappear.

Jiang Huailan felt a slight chill in her heart, and felt a bit bitter in her mouth, so she opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything, she walked to Jiang Huaibi silently, and said in a low voice: "Sister."

On the stone table next to Jiang Huaibi was a stack of letter papers and a jug of cold wine. There were not a few drops left in the wine bottle. Unexpectedly, the sick man was going to die and he was not honest. He had to go to the wine lees before he died. Mouth addiction, by the way, let's see if I can be lucky enough to drink myself on the road ahead of time.

It's a pity that her luck has always been bad, and there is still a small half of her life left, so she must be forced to make the decision she least wants to make in the end.

Jiang Huailan lowered her head with her back to the moonlight, and cast a thin shadow on Jiang Huaibi's body. There was no blame in her tone, as if she was just asking, "Why are you drinking again?"

Without raising his eyelids, Jiang Huaibi flicked the letter towards her lightly, and said with a wry smile, "Look for yourself."

Jiang Huailan flipped through one, it was a blueprint, with densely packed uncommon words marked on it, from the explanation at the bottom, it can be seen that this is a diagram about the mixing of white crystal psychic energy and black oil.

"This is..." Jiang Huailan frowned, his voice suddenly became cold, "Huaikong's handwriting?"

Jiang Huaibi smiled and said nothing, Jiang Huailan immediately opened the picture, but the other piece of paper underneath shocked her even more.

——A facsimile of the agreement with Silan, which listed the details of the black oil trade between Hua Xu Donghai and Silan, but the line signed was cut off, as if the sender deliberately asked them to guess.

The queen has long wanted to buy black oil, but the Muslims have been unwilling to let go before. If this agreement is met...

Jiang Huaibi laughed sadly twice, and sighed: "You are right, fate is fate, and energy is energy."

"Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it." Jiang Huailan murmured to himself with a dignified expression, "However, water can overturn a boat, but it can also carry it."

When Huaxu returned to the country, the first emperor forced him to intermarry with other clans in order to weaken the power of the Jiang clan. The blood of the Jiang clan has become thinner, and Bai Jing's spiritual power has been declining year by year. It will be a matter of time before the black oil enters Huaxu.

But Huaxu uses white crystal psychic powers all over the country. After using it for so many years, if all of them are suddenly replaced with black oil, let alone the common people, even the queen will not do it—let’s say that it has just been repaired. The Great Wall, if it is replaced with pure black oil, it is tantamount to tearing down and rebuilding.

Therefore, the moderate and gradual method of mixing psionic energy and black oil is the most appropriate right now.

Instead of letting others replace them, the Jiang Clan might as well actively seek improvement. After all, they are the best at these psychic mechanical techniques, and they are also the best able to seize the opportunity in the changing times.

"These are all remnants, and he has the complete copy in his hand," Jiang Huaibi said, "Jiang Huaikong is missing a string in his brain, let him keep an eye on him, but he didn't know that he was poached, and his elbow was out Abducted, was sold and returned the money.”

Zhou Zirong asked them to choose. If this technology and black oil trade were handed over to them, the Jiang clan would be nirvana. If he or someone else operated it, the Jiang clan might really be dying.

Is it a new life, or a complete failure.

Jiang Huaibi originally wanted to blackmail him with the Prince's method of continuing his life, but he did not expect to be countered by him, and it was so fatal that he did not leave any room for it.

Zhou Zirong saw through it, Jiang Huaibi would not really want the prince to die early, the prince is the biggest backer of the Jiang clan at the moment, the death of the prince will not benefit the Jiang clan at all - she has no choice at all.

To continue the life of the crown prince is to continue the life of the Jiang clan.

Jiang Huaibi didn't say anything, but he couldn't help feeling emotional in his heart—Zhou Zirong, Zhou Zirong, what is your origin?

——This doesn't seem like a decision that a young man in his early twenties can make.

Jiang Huailan smiled bitterly: "Sure enough, no one can force him."

The so-called can't ask for it, the so-called can't ask for it.

What is not your own, no matter what it is, it is impossible to be your own.

"Go and help me find him," Jiang Huaibi suddenly said, "If you can't escape, you can't escape after all. You can't let that kid Zhou Zirong be too proud..."

"You mean... him?" Jiang Huailan realized, her eyes were sore, her throat choked up, "But sister, you..."

Jiang Huaibi let out a long sigh, as if she had let out all the remaining breath in her body, her whole body was suddenly empty, she got up vainly, supported the stone table, and swayed to her room step by step, her body slightly The ground was swaying, like a candle in the wind, so weak that it seemed that it would go out if it was blown with a little force, and it even felt that her energy would be gone in the blink of an eye.

She said vaguely: "I can't control the rest, you can figure it out yourself."

Then he left without touching the ground, leaving Jiang Huailan standing alone under the moonlight, trembling and closing his eyes as if in extreme pain.

The wind at the end of summer that night was a bit chilly.

When Jiang Huailan appeared in Zhou Zirong's house in Donghai, Zhou Zirong was still slightly surprised. '

Of course she came in over the wall again, and all the guards selected from thousands of people in Zhou Zirong's mansion turned into sacks in front of her.

But Zhou Zirong was only surprised for a moment, then immediately changed into that calm smiling face, and said gently: "Miss Jiang has come so far, it's hard work, why don't you go in and have a cup of tea."

Jiang Huailan looked at him blankly, and said, "No need."

Zhou Zirong was not surprised, and asked very patiently: "Then... what advice can you give me?"

Jiang Huailan paused, staring at him for a while, as if he had finally made up his mind, he threw the package on his back to him: "Everything you want is inside."

When Zhou Zirong saw something thrown over, he instinctively reached out to catch it, and after hearing what Jiang Huailan said, he immediately understood, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He tightened his grip on the package without a trace, felt the outline of the box inside, lowered his voice, and said in a solemn tone: "...Thank you Miss Jiang, High Priest for your kindness."

There was a flash of complicated emotions in Jiang Huailan's eyes, but Zhou Zirong nodded his head in thanks and didn't see it.

She was silent for a moment, and finally said: "No need, the prince just don't break his promise."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhou Zirong: "Everyone has his own place, I hope the girl will forgive me."

In the words, Jiang Huailan's body froze, but she didn't look back, she took a deep breath, and said in a straight tone: "The white plums in the East China Sea are very beautiful. If there is a chance, Lan would like to take a look."

After finishing speaking, he didn't pause any longer, stepped lightly on the courtyard wall several feet high, and in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.

Zhou Zirong remained silent on the spot for a long time, then lowered his head and quickly opened the package, his fingertips could not help but tremble slightly as he unpacked it.

When he saw the contents of the box, it was like a stone of great weight hanging in his heart was slowly and gently removed, and disappeared unconsciously.

He took a few breaths violently, crouched down holding the box, curled up slightly, and muttered to himself: "I found it..."

"I found it... I finally found it..."

But since that night, no one has seen Jiang Huailan again, and no one knows where she went.

Ten days later, Jianghuai Bi finally completed the Summer Festival Fengchan ceremony that was postponed for one month.

The next day, he passed away.

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