The young man stood up and whispered a few words into the middle-aged scribe's ear. The scribe's expression changed slightly, he glanced at the slightly excited young man and fell into silence.
...Why don't we agree and we can take the opportunity to support the prince to ascend to the throne and overthrow the rule by following the dragon's merits?
...This is also for the future of the Western Region. The prince's benevolence and diligence will surely lead the Western Region to develop rapidly.
With these two sentences, the middle-aged scribe's heart trembled. Although the prince lost the battle between the prince and the king, most people in the Western Region felt that the prince was more suitable to inherit the throne.
Some ministers even joined forces with the army to push the prince to the throne, but they were severely reprimanded.
The prince wanted to follow orthodoxy.
Cooperating with Daliang is an excellent opportunity right now. Not only can it avoid a large-scale war, but it can also make the two countries have good relations. Why not?
He was hesitating whether to be the biggest promoter behind the prince.
Zhu Youde also saw the clues and knew that this matter should not be rushed, so he decided to allow time to think: "There is no need to rush this matter. You can go back to the inn to rest and discuss it, and we will report the decision later."
As he spoke, he threw out a note with contact information on it.
The middle-aged scribe hesitated for a moment, saluted, and left with his subordinates.
Looking at the retreating figure, Li Renjie withdrew his sword and asked incomprehensively: "Your Majesty, are you just going to let them go like this, in case something happens?"
His worry is not unreasonable. People who are not from our tribe must have different thoughts. Zhu Youde doesn't know this, but a leap-forward victory often requires a gamble.
Bet that the scribes from the Western Regions are willing to cooperate with Daliang.
If you succeed, you can disintegrate the fighting power of the Western Region, and even solve future problems and establish an alliance. Even if you fail, you can make timely remedies and kill them in Jinling City.
"Send people to secretly search for the traces of King Yan. Don't alert the enemy."
"We have people monitoring the hiding places of the two Western Region caravans continuously. If there is any abnormal movement, we can kill them first and report later!"
Li Renjie took the order, and as soon as they opened the door, they saw the madam with a smile on his face.
"Sir, do you need a handsome man?" The Madam's words almost made Zhu Youde vomit blood. What the hell? Do you need a male prostitute?
The madam has been pestering me ever since he made a joke. Either he wants your sister or your breasts. Why does he want to be a man now?
Seeing the old bustard's expression of "I know everything, I understand everything", Zhu Youde wanted to slap him to death.
But my thoughts suddenly jumped to the first time I came to Chunfeng Tower. At that time, the court was still controlled by Zhang Dang, King Zhudi of Yan had not yet rebelled, and Queen Cining had not revealed her flaws.
Luo Xian was still a young girl, Qian'er was quirky and often went to the brothel with him, Qing Yu played the piano on the second floor, and the Liu family twins had not yet entered the palace.
Thinking back to those days, the young man was hesitant and full of enthusiasm, and vowed here to seize the imperial power and want three thousand beauties in the harem.
It was also here that I met Qingyu.
Looking at the present day, the Zhang Party was destroyed, the King of Yan revolted, Cining rebelled, the young man ruled the country with his hair, and wielded power and power, but the beauty of the past was nowhere to be seen.
"The sound of the piano seems to be lingering in my ears. How many heroes in the past and present have been saddened by beauty?"
Zhu Youde suddenly chuckled and recited a poem. He turned his head and the madam took out a banknote from his arms, stuffed it into his hand and walked away.
Forget it, the old bustard can be regarded as a witness to my fortune. He watched me leave with Qingyu all the way to being in love with Zheng Ling'er and Qian'er.
He knows too many secrets, so let’s buy them with money. In fact, Zhu Youde laments that time flies by and his kindness is so great.
Now that the court is stable, all we need to do is defend it with peace of mind against foreign enemies.
It is easy to conquer a country but difficult to defend it.
Zhu Youde chuckled and walked to the nearest shopping district and went straight to the cloth area. Yesterday, he thought about a lot of clothes from his previous life, clothes that could highlight a beautiful figure.
For example, the JK system, Lolita, pleated skirts, etc. are not used in Hanfu. The long skirts of the concubines in the palace are derivatives of Hanfu.
If the beauty in the harem had an unparalleled appearance and graceful figure, if she wore the beautiful uniform of her previous life... Zhu Youde could only think about it for a second, and he might not be able to bear it if he thought too much!
But the ideal is full of reality, and the textile industry in Daliang is not developed. Most of the cloth available in the private market is coarse cloth, which can barely be used to sew clothes.
You can buy some silk in the aristocratic business district, but it is expensive and few people use it. The best silk can only be found in the palace, and the clothes of beauties are silk products.
Cloth in this era was extremely precious, and Zhu Youde needed to put in some effort to fulfill his inner fantasy.
Developing the textile industry is a necessary approach.
Finding a skilled tailor is equally important.
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a quarrel ahead. A large group of people were discussing in front of the small shop, and a woman's moans could still be faintly heard.
When I got to the front, I was surprised - in front of a tailor shop, a middle-aged man with a big belly and a golden coat pointed at an old woman sitting on the ground and cursed.
"Pay me back if you don't die! If you don't have any money, just mortgage the store to me!" The middle-aged man in brocade clothes with a big belly and a fat face spoke so fast that even a piece of fat was pulsing.
Originally, Zhu Youde thought that the old woman on the ground was relying on her old age and selling her old age. If she didn't pay back the money she owed someone, she would be cursed in the street.
But after hearing the words of the people around him clearly, he felt something was wrong.
"How could the old grandma give birth to such a son after working hard all her life? She actually gambled and lost not only the money but also the shop. Alas... what a wicked son!"
"Isn't that right? Mrs. Xu is known as the best tailor in the capital, and the clothes she makes are of high quality and low price. How can a kind-hearted person have a son who is a gambler?"
"God is unfair! How can Mrs. Xu survive without her shop?"
Zhu Youde finally understood. Mrs. Xu's son lost money and a store in gambling. The middle-aged man in brocade clothes with a big belly was a wealthy businessman and a creditor.
The son lost his shop and a wealthy businessman came to collect the debt.
The seemingly simple dispute was unusual in Zhu Youde's eyes.
The prohibition of private gambling in the capital is a Daliang tradition that has never changed since our ancestors. Why are there still places for gambling?
Looking at the old woman's extreme reaction, are you afraid there is something hidden?
Zhu Youde guessed in his heart and did not dare to draw a conclusion, so he simply stood aside and watched.
Not long after, the patrol captain in a seventh-grade official uniform appeared escorting Mrs. Xu's son. The moment he saw his mother, he fell to his knees on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Mother, the child is unfilial!"
After hearing this, the people around him were extremely disappointed and reprimanded her, saying that Mrs. Xu had indeed given birth to a wicked son.
But what Xu Congjun said next shocked everyone.
"Mom, I was wrongly accused! They were cheating! They even forced me to mortgage my shop!"
The wealthy businessman's face changed wildly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the seventh-grade team leader, his fat body throbbing and his eyes wide with anger.
Mrs. Xu's expression was filled with excitement and hope. She crept forward and hugged the squad leader's thigh, wanting to beg for innocence.
The people's attention also shifted from Xu Congjun to the squad leader. Is there really a hidden secret in this?
Zhu Youde glanced at Mrs. Xu and Xu Congjun, and based on the expressions and movements of the wealthy businessman and the petty official, he concluded that there was an ulterior secret among them!
Mrs. Xu may be wronged. Did Xu Congjun encounter a con man while gambling, or was forced to mortgage the store...
Everything needs to be revealed by the seventh-grade team leader...