Chapter 34 The Remains of the Fundraising Conference
It wasn't until Gao Qiu's back disappeared into Gen Yue that the crowd watching at the scene breathed a sigh of relief.
Whispers kept coming and going.
"I...did I read that correctly?! Did King Ding and Master Gao have a falling out just now?"
"More than just breaking up, Gao Qiu's white-haired man sent a black-haired man to his side. This blood feud will definitely last forever."
"So what? How can a dignified prince be trampled under his feet? Who in the entire Bianjing doesn't know that the Gao family has humiliated and abused Prince Ding's palace?"
"If it were me, I would cut Gao Yaokang into pieces if I had the chance!"
"Having said that... after ten days, the remaining power of the fund-raising meeting has dissipated, and it will be the time when Gao Qiu will take revenge. The prince is afraid that the odds are against him..."
The onlookers did not have any hope for Zhao Huan's situation.
Even Chang Fu felt stressed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and his low tone was full of doubts.
"The old thief Gao Qiu will definitely do whatever it takes to keep his heir."
"Your Majesty can definitely use Gao Yaokang's bad life in exchange for real money, so why do you have to fight for it?"
What Changfu said was extremely obscure.
The entire Bianjing, from His Majesty and Tong Guan to the civil and military officials, were all thoroughly offended by Zhao Huan.
Now he has a blood feud with Gao Qiu...
There are many powerful enemies and wolves are waiting for you.
Even if each person stepped on the palace, it would be enough to send people up and down the palace, leaving them dead without a place to bury them.
Zhao Huan did not answer but asked: "Could letting Gao Yaokang go will make the situation of the palace better?"
As soon as these words came out, Changfu fell silent for a moment.
Zhao Huan reached out and patted Chang Fu on the shoulder, and said sincerely: "Don't leave your destiny in the hands of others."
"Begging for mercy will not buy you a peaceful and contented life."
"This is not only true for the royal palace, but also for the Song Dynasty."
Sensing the confidence and determination in Zhao Huan's eyes, Changfu felt his face burning.
As the prince's confidant, facing today's dangerous situation, he actually became fearful and even came up with the ridiculous idea of "peace is the most important thing".
This is undoubtedly extremely shameful for Changfu!
He clenched his fists and said with embarrassment: "I don't even have the courage to face a strong enemy. I am not worthy to follow the prince..."
Zhao Huan didn't care about Changfu's timidity. After all, what they had to face was not just a specific person, but someone who was going against the world!
"Don't blame yourself. I am very pleased that you can accompany me to this point."
"Courage takes time to settle."
Looking at Zhao Huan's back, which was not broad but extremely resolute, Changfu finally understood why the prince was able to win over the hearts of the world!
Perhaps the prince does not yet have the power to turn the tide, but no one can question his determination.
Changfu's eyes were filled with admiration, and he secretly gritted his teeth.
"If I can serve the prince, even if I am the enemy of the world, what's the problem?!"
"If your body is broken into pieces, you won't be afraid!"
Zhao Huan took Changfu and walked away gracefully, ignoring the strange looks from all the forces.
At the same time, what happened at the fund-raising meeting spread throughout the city of Bianjing at an extremely fast speed.
"Have you heard? The prince stole the show at the fund-raising meeting. He composed thirteen poems within one stick of incense. He was like the reincarnation of a literary star. Even the Hanlin Academy and the Imperial College were extremely shocked. Such a great talent has achieved an unprecedented feat.
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"Prince? Which prince?"
"Of course it's King Ding!"
"Hahaha! Who? King Ding? It's not dark yet, why are you talking in your sleep? Who in the entire Bianjing...or even the entire Song Dynasty doesn't know that King Ding is an idle playboy?"
"If he had such a great talent, how could he have been buried until now? One stick of incense and thirteen masterpieces? What a joke in the world!"
"Hmph, a mediocre person like you certainly doesn't know what happened at yesterday's fund-raising meeting."
"The prince's ten masterpieces were collected into a calligraphy collection, which was competitively bid by businessmen from all walks of life. The price reached a sky-high price of seventy thousand taels of silver. The prince waved his hand and all the money was donated to the national treasury."
"How can you measure such poetic talent and courage?"
Zhao Huan's feat at Gen Yue was undoubtedly a powerful medicine for the long-suppressed "subjects of the emperor".
Not only the common people, but also literati and princes from all walks of life gathered everywhere to talk and talk.
Only the Gao family was shrouded in a layer of gloom and mist.
Early this morning, Gao Yaokang was tortured by Ming Zhengdian, and his body has been returned to Gao's residence.
The cries of family members were endless.
Gao Yaokang, who was dressed in plain robes, looked at his son whose head was missing, his eyes as cold as swords.
Listening to his wife's heartbroken cry, Gao Qiu's back molars were clenched.
Ten days?!
He couldn't wait ten days!
"Zhao Huan! Within three days, I will ruin your reputation. Seven days later, on the night when Kang'er returns to his soul, it will be your death."
"I want to use your blood to pay tribute to Kang'er!"
Gao Qiu glanced out of the corner of his eye and looked at the little eunuch who came to announce the good news, and said coldly: "Zhao Huan went to the Hanlin Academy? You can see clearly!"
The little eunuch felt the terrifying aura emanating from Gao Qiu's body, how could he dare to hesitate at all?
"Returning to Mr. Gao, the prince's thirteen poems have become famous in Bianjing, and he was invited to the Hanlin Academy to recite poems and write poems."
Gao Qiu's eyes sharpened: "Isn't he known as the reincarnation of Wenquxing?!"
"I will let all the righteous people in the world see with their own eyes how the so-called backbone of the Song Dynasty was trampled under people's feet and knelt down to beg for mercy!"
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The Xunmo Pavilion opposite the Hanlin Academy was a place where academicians or commoners in the academy could relax, relax, and be elegant.
At this time, Xunmo Pavilion was already overcrowded, and even the doors and windows were filled with moving heads.
Yesterday in Genyue, the big businessman Chen Bohan, who spent a lot of money to take pictures of authentic calligraphy works, was also among them.
The calligraphy treasure, which is a collection of ten authentic poems, is hung in the most eye-catching position of Xunmo Pavilion, and the voices of astonishment and admiration come one after another.
"The sunset in the isolated village, the jackdaws in the old trees with light smoke... white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers... What a poem! What a poem!"
"Unexpectedly, the prince has such a great talent. If he were not under the control of the Holy Master, he would not dare to commit fraud. He really thought that these ten poems were copied..."
"Especially since the prince comes with three poems!"
"I am wearing this body in the ice and snow forest... it spreads across the universe! What kind of magnanimity is this?!"
Hearing the high praise from the concubines of the Hanlin Academy, Chen Bohan's head almost went up to the sky. After all, the more famous this authentic calligraphy painting is, the higher the price it will sell for in the future.
Some of the businessmen who were watching had already begun to beat their feet and chest.
"If I had known that the prince's calligraphy was so precious, I would have taken a photo of it even if I had to sacrifice all my wealth!"
"Hey! Chen Bohan has made a lot of money this time!"
A certain plagiarism habitual criminal sitting at the table, feeling the hot gazes from all directions, shamelessly accepted the order.
The era without copyright societies was so exciting!
Just when Zhao Huan was feeling proud, a discordant voice suddenly sounded.
"These ten poems have very different styles and charms. Are they really written by one person? Not necessarily!"