The eunuch of the inner court was trembling with anger. Since he entered the inner court, no one has ever dared to be so rude to him except His Majesty and the Six Prime Ministers.
The guard on the side finally saw it.
Wang Daquan and Chen Zhao have suddenly become Zhao Huan's right-hand men.
Although Chen Zhao is as timid as a mouse, he can't help but has many evil thoughts.
Wang Daquan, on the other hand, is simply Zhao Huan's eagle dog. He is very ferocious, and he is the kind of ruthless person who does nothing but strike people in the face.
It is said that Zhao Huan was accustomed to using chicken feathers as arrows, but as everyone knows, Wang Daquan and Chen Zhao were even worse.
Especially Wang Daquan, with the support of Zhao Huan behind him, he is no longer even looked down upon by the inner court.
Any overt or covert struggle or struggle for power is a matter between the prince and the six prime ministers.
As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to deal with, but the devil is difficult to deal with. As a subordinate, Wang Daquan just carried out Zhao Huan's orders without hesitation.
Anyway, if the sky falls, there will be a tall person holding it up, and I will panic.
The inner court eunuch's face was extremely gloomy, and he shouted to the guard: "Detain Yue Fei!"
As soon as these words came out, Chen Zhao immediately grasped the topic and snorted coldly: "You also know that this person is Yue Fei, a servant of the royal family."
"I want to see who dares to openly detain someone from the palace."
"General, aren't you afraid that the prince will come to find you?"
Chen Zhao and Wang Daquan sing in harmony, one is responsible for biting people, and the other is responsible for disgusting people.
The guard was in a dilemma. He was afraid of Tong Guan Bujia, but he was even more afraid of the lunatic Zhao Huan.
As long as Zhao Huan came to the city gate tower, everyone from the top guard to the bottom guard would be pressed to the ground and rubbed.
In order to protect himself, the general could only grit his teeth, turned to look at the eunuch of the inner court, and put on a posture of "I blame you".
The eunuch of the inner court also realized that he had said something wrong and his face turned red.
"Just...just...even people from the royal palace cannot hold weapons."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Daquan took the Bushan from Yue Fei's hand and threw it to the eunuch of the inner court.
"What now? Damn it, get out of here!"
Watching Wang Daquan and Chen Zhao, one on the left and the other on the right protecting Yue Fei, walking towards the city, the eunuch of the inner court stamped his feet angrily, but there was nothing he could do.
If things were to be considered in the past, Yue Fei would naturally look down on people like Chen Zhao and Wang Daquan who were "dog-fighting" people.
But since following Zhao Huan, Yue Fei's mentality has also undergone earth-shaking changes.
The way to save the country lies not in the process, but in the results.
If you want to help King Ding achieve his great cause, you not only need fierce warriors like Yue Fei and Dare Warriors who charge into battle, but also need smooth and cunning scoundrels like Wang Daquan and Chen Zhao.
After all, there are many traitors in the court, and only those who are more traitorous than the traitors can block the secret arrows fired from within the court.
Zhao Huan was in the capital, supporting Wang Daquan, Chen Zhao and others, in order to block the dangers in the court and allow Yue Fei to charge into the battle without any scruples.
Only when the division of labor is clear and everyone performs their duties can great achievements be achieved.
Although Yue Fei was seriously injured and physically weak, he felt more fulfilled than ever before. He firmly believed that as long as he followed Zhao Huan, he would be able to turn the tide and turn it around!
At the same time, the third level of Xiaoyuan Poetry Club has begun.
The battle between the two kings was the undoubted focus. Those literati who originally planned to show off their talents in front of His Majesty and win favor were immediately put on the bench.
At this time, who dares to steal the spotlight from the two kings?
Downstairs from Jiangxiao Tower, in the center of the school grounds, where everyone is watching, there are two desks.
Zhao Huan and Zhao Kai played chess. Not long ago, Zhao Huan, who shined brilliantly in the fund-raising meeting, faced off against the imperial champion of the Song Dynasty. This poetic contest has become a good story in the Song Dynasty before it even started.
Although the literati who were sitting on the bench were unwilling to do so, they couldn't help but look forward to the two kings on the field.
"This third level is the highlight of Xiaoyuan Poetry Club."
"Hahaha, you are right. Being able to watch the battle between the two kings with your own eyes is a worthwhile trip."
"The battle between two kings is too exaggerated. If you ask me to say, King Ding is not worthy of playing against King Yun."
"That's right, King Yun is the number one scholar in the royal family. On the other hand, who is King Ding?"
"You can't say that. I remember that at the fund-raising meeting, King Ding also shined and had outstanding literary talent."
"Even His Majesty has been overshadowed by King Ding. Do you think that His Majesty's literary talents are just average?"
All the literati stopped talking.
At the Yaoxiang fund-raising conference, Zhao Huan defeated His Majesty, and his calligraphy skills astounded everyone, and the lasting impression is still there to this day.
If Zhao Huan is a rising star in the literati circle, then Zhao Kai represents the leader of the literati.
Whether it's the battle between the old and the new, or the battle between the two kings, it's all very interesting to watch.
Even Zhao Ji is full of interest in this third level.
"Do you think that in this third level, which of my sons can come out on top?"
Tong Guan blurted out: "Your Majesty, I believe that there is no need to question King Yun's talent and learning."
"Prince Yun was the top scorer in high school at the age of seventeen. He is definitely considered to be the best. No one has ever done it before or since."
"Besides, King Yun has obtained His Majesty's true biography. He wants to win the Xiaoyuan Poetry Club, but he is just trying to get something."
This flattery really touched Zhao Ji's heart.
However, Zhang Mao and others standing opposite looked a little ugly.
What does it mean to get His Majesty’s true biography?!
You are such a young and old thief, even if you reach the last level, you will not forget to bring in private goods.
If everyone in the world agrees that King Yun has received His Majesty's true biography and will support him as a heir in the future, wouldn't it be possible to follow suit?
Zhang Mao directly added: "There is no doubt about King Yun's talent and learning, but it is also true that King Ding's poetry is amazing in Bianjing."
"Although King Yun lived in the palace for a short time and rarely received advice from His Majesty, he was still very talented, which shows the superiority of the royal bloodline."
Zhao Ji also liked these words very much.
The bloodline of our old Zhao family is naturally extremely outstanding!
Moreover, Zhang Mao's words also had a deep meaning. He repeatedly emphasized the lineage theory, which was nothing more than a hint to Zhao Ji that the elders and younger ones should be in order and should not disturb the clan system.
Zhao Huan is the eldest son of the emperor. As long as he is still alive, he cannot abolish the eldest son and establish a younger one!
Tong Guan glanced at Zhang Mao and was already secretly planning revenge. Little did he know that Zhang Mao had already planned his escape plan in his heart.
The prime minister Cai Jing will not be able to return to Beijing for a while, so in the meantime, if he wants to compete with Tong Guan, he will have to find another way.
Supporting King Ding and checking and balancing Tong Guan is naturally the best choice.
At this time, everything was ready downstairs. According to the rules, His Majesty drafted the title, and Zhao Huan and Zhao Kai composed the poems.
Taking speed and quality as the measurement criteria, to put it bluntly, whoever writes the poem quickly and well will win the third level.
This level is not only related to the bet, but will also affect the reputation of the two in the literati circle of the Song Dynasty.