Zhao Huan's expression froze, and he cursed in his heart. Fortunately, I was moved for a long time, but ended up getting slapped in the face.
This rose garden... is still a ghost place!
Just when Zhao Huan was about to leave directly, Xianglan's voice came again.
"This person is the maid next to the royal concubine. She spreads rumors wantonly and slanders the reputation of Her Highness the Queen."
"If we don't punish her severely, won't Wang Guifei become more serious in the future?"
Princess Wang?
Zhao Huan frowned slightly and immediately understood the pros and cons.
Unless Queen Xiansu dies, Wang Guifei will never be able to replace Queen Xiansu.
Therefore, Concubine Wang had no reason to offend Queen Xiansu.
The only explanation is that Wang Guifei is not interested in drinking. The real target is actually Zhao Huan.
"It seems that the grievances between Prince Yun's Mansion and Prince Su's Mansion cannot be easily resolved."
Hearing this, Xianglan couldn't help but sneer.
"Resolve? My lord, you are too naive!"
"Princess Yun was so frightened that she became ill, and Prince Su lost all his face. He has been hiding in the palace and refused to show his face for several days."
"Prince Yun and Prince Su are the support of the royal concubine."
"I'm afraid that now, Concubine Wang would like to cut you into pieces."
"and……"
Xianglan glanced privately and lowered her voice when she saw that there were no other maids present.
"With all the plans, King Yun will return to Bianjing in four days."
"And four days later, it will be the day when you and His Majesty will cash in on your big bet."
"If there is no progress in Yizhou by then, even if His Majesty lets you go, King Yun will not let you go."
King Yun returned to the capital not to return to the capital to report on his duties, but to avenge his brother and wife.
Zhao Huan had no intention of becoming an enemy of King Yun. After all, the relationship was there, they were both brothers and brothers-in-law.
As far as Zhao Huan knows...
King Yun was the imperial champion, not only in the Song Dynasty, but also the highest-ranking champion in the entire history.
Anyone who can win the number one prize is not a genius among geniuses. King Yun is the genius among geniuses!
Even though Zhao Huan still hasn't seen King Yun for many years, he still knows in his heart that this will be the most powerful opponent he has ever faced.
The six arts are top notch and are definitely not child’s play!
Four days later, when the brothers reunited, it was probably another life-or-death situation.
After lunch, Zhao Huan stopped staying, left the palace, and went straight to Gen Yue.
Since Liu Chi died, Zhao Huan was fully responsible for organizing the Xiaoyuan Poetry Recital.
The venue was chosen to be "Jiangxiao Tower".
According to the previous rules, there are three procedures for the Xiaoyuan Poetry Meeting: martial arts, Yanle, and poetry appreciation.
The Song Dynasty valued literature over martial arts, and Yan was happy to write poems. Just like that, this first martial arts battle is going to be a promising start!
Zhao Huan will seize this opportunity to strengthen Song Man'er with his blood!
The courtyard outside Jiangxiao Tower was completely cleared and a martial arts arena was set up.
In just the past day, news of Zhao Huan's armed struggle spread like wildfire. I thought that the Song Dynasty was weak and not many people would respond.
The result was beyond Zhao Huan's expectation. There was an endless stream of applicants.
"Your Majesty, don't forget me about the Xiaoyuan Poetry Club!"
A man in a white gown stood at the foot of Jiangxiao Tower, waving and shouting, his eyes full of expectation.
Zhao Huan responded with a smile: "It's easy, go and pay the registration fee."
The man in white was stunned: "Registration fee? How much is it..."
Zhao Huan directly made a "yeah" gesture: "Not much, just two hundred taels."
As the organizer of the Xiaoyuan Poetry Club, Zhao Huan naturally would not let go of this opportunity to make money.
In the past, people who participated in the Xiaoyuan Poetry Club relied on recommendations, but this time, everyone signed up!
For just two hundred taels of silver, you can get the opportunity to meet His Majesty. How cost-effective is this deal?
The man in white agreed readily, but turned around and cursed.
"Two hundred taels of silver? Why the hell didn't you go grab it!"
"You have to make a fortune from half a small garden poetry club, and you still boast about being the savior of the Song Dynasty all day long. Damn you! It's so shameless."
Zhao Huan stood on the Jiangxiao Tower, looking at the back of the man in white with a smile.
Chen Zhao on the side couldn't help but tease: "My lord, this guy will definitely scold you behind your back."
Zhao Huan shrugged and didn't care at all: "As long as you pay the registration fee, feel free to scold me."
"Now in the Song Dynasty, we are in need of money. The people are poor, and I can only collect the wool of these celebrities and powerful people."
Anyone who can participate in Xiaoyuan Poetry Club is naturally either rich or noble.
Especially those who participated in martial arts were, at the end of the day, descendants of officials.
Emphasizing civility over military affairs is just for the common people. Among all the emperors, relatives, celebrities and powerful people, who are not both civilized and military?
Even Tong Guan, an old thief, can go into battle to kill the enemy.
Being both civil and military is the basic quality for "being a general and becoming a prime minister".
In the past, Xiaoyuan Poetry Meetings were generally small in scale. Firstly, they were held too frequently, and secondly, the recommendation system meant that participants had to rely on connections.
There are big circles within small circles, and there are only a few people there.
Zhao Huan directly changed it to a registration system. As long as he paid two hundred taels of silver, anyone could participate.
The number of people who signed up that day alone exceeded 300!
You know, these are just those who participate in martial arts.
and……
The competition in martial arts is not about individual prowess, but about united troops in combat, and when the time comes, they will be joined by their subordinates, horses, and servants...
At least 8,000 people would be needed.
"Your Majesty, now that the treasury is empty and we are following the trend of diligence and frugality, if we hold a small garden poetry meeting now, I'm afraid it will be criticized."
Faced with Chen Zhao's reminder, Zhao Huan waved his hand with great pride.
“The layout is too small!”
"In the eyes of others, this is Xiaoyuan Poetry Club, but in my eyes, it is a pre-war swearing-in ceremony!"
"We need to organize meetings, make money, and boost our spirits!"
Chen Zhao was stunned, with admiration on his face.
"As expected of a prince, I'm afraid my subordinates will never be able to match him in this lifetime."
"but……"
"There is something that I would like to remind the prince of."
"The atmosphere in the Hanlin Academy doesn't seem right."
Zhao Huan raised his eyebrows: "How do you say that?"
Chen Zhao had a complicated expression: "It stands to reason that as soon as Liu Chi died, the trend of the situation changed drastically, and the Main Peace Faction has disbanded on its own."
"Now there is only one main war faction left in the Hanlin Academy, but my father has not gained power. On the contrary, Zhang Mao and his group seem to have some concerns. They have been keeping a low profile these past two days."
Zhao Huan said nothing, but his heart was like a bright mirror.
Zhang Mao's group of speculators must have known that King Yun was about to return to the capital, and they were not sure who would have the last laugh between Zhao Huan and King Yun, so they sat on the fence and watched.
Just at this moment, the housekeeper of Prince Yun's Mansion suddenly appeared below Jiangxiao Tower.
"I heard that the Xiaoyuan Poetry Club has changed to a registration system? I came here specially to register for my prince."
"Martial arts, Yanle, poetry, all participate."
"Six hundred taels of silver, here you go!"
When he heard the word "King Yun", Chen Zhao turned pale and shook his head like a rattle, signaling Zhao Huan not to let Prince Yun attend the Xiaoyuan Poetry Recital.
Zhao Huan, however, pretended not to see it and looked down at the housekeeper of Prince Yun's house from a high position.
"I am very pleased that my third brother has returned to the capital!"