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Chapter 38 Butterflies and flies are here

Seeing that Zhao Huan was unmoved, Chen Zhao quickly changed his face and let out a long sigh pretending to be helpless.

"Although my father is a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, his political views are not in line with the mainstream and he has long been marginalized."

"But Wu Chao is Tong Guan's adopted son. He was favored by His Majesty at the Xiaoyuan Poetry Festival. His future is limitless."

"Please believe me, Your Majesty, it's not that I deliberately looked on coldly, but... I didn't dare to speak at all."

Although Chen Zhao is a coward, he can be considered an honest person.

Nowadays, the entire Bianjing capital regards Zhao Huan as a disaster star. Anyone who gets involved with Zhao Huan will be suppressed by Tong Guan and Gao Qiu.

Don't say Wu Chao doesn't dare to stand out, even if he comes, he still has to keep his tail between his legs.

But then again...

Given the current situation and atmosphere of the Song Dynasty, there is still a "main war faction" lingering on?

Zhao Huan thought that there were no officials in the entire Song Dynasty court who could urinate standing up.

"Since you don't even dare to offend a little sage, why do you come to make friends with me? Aren't you afraid that Gao Qiu will crush you to death like a fly?"

Chen Zhao glanced around and saw that everyone was scolding Wu Chao and other common people. Chen Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly lowered his voice.

"In the past, the main war faction would never have had a chance to make its mark. Naturally, we had to keep a low profile."

"If the prince is willing to lead the main war faction and follow the aspirations of the people, he will surely be able to achieve great success in the court!"

"The position of leader of the main war faction belongs to none other than the prince!"

What Zhao Huan lacks most now is allies, but he will never seek medical treatment in a hurry. The main fighting faction represented by the Chen family is absolutely unreliable!

It is said that it is a bloody battle with the Jin people to protect the family and the country. I am afraid it is just a gimmick to profit from it!

Especially the Chen Zhao in front of him, looking at him horizontally and vertically, he looks like a speculator.

Zhao Huan had seen what the real war sect looked like. It was Zhou Pu who guarded the gate of Genyue. Those who would rather die than surrender and were upright were the real warriors who dared to face the Jin people.

If there is any force in the entire Song Dynasty court that is really thinking about the country, only Zhou Pu and other high-ranking ministers are left...

Zhao Huan knew that Chen Zhao was not useful, but he did not directly refuse.

the reason is simple.

Allies are of all kinds, whether they are blood allies who share life and death, or plastic allies who are in the middle and mud, none of them can be missing.

"Mr. Chen, I would like to advise you to wait and see for a few more days."

"Gao Yaokang's soul has passed away at the censor's desk. Gao Qiu is arranging funeral arrangements at home and cannot take care of me for the time being."

"Once the mourning period is over, Gao Qiu will definitely take revenge wildly. By then, anyone involved with Prince Ding's Mansion will suffer disaster."

Chen Zhao naturally knew the stakes, but he didn't want to let go of this precious opportunity easily.

In the future, when Zhao Huan has overcome the difficulties, with the weight of the main battle group in Bianjing, he may not even be able to carry Zhao Huan's shoes.

"The main fighting faction is by no means greedy for life and afraid of death. They just have to survive through cracks in order to continue their bloodline."

"We are willing to support the prince and turn the tide!"

"Even if my body is broken to pieces, what does it matter?"

Feeling Chen Zhao's hot gaze, Zhao Huan deliberately glanced at Wu Chao: "Look, Wu Chao is already staring at you fiercely."

What?!

Chen Zhao was stunned, quickly picked up the poetry book and covered his face, lowered his head and stepped aside, trembling.

When he mustered up the courage to reveal his eyes, he was surprised to find that Wu Chao had fainted and fell to the ground. He didn't know who the angry young man was, but he took advantage of the situation and slapped Wu Chao with a brick.

Realizing that he had been tricked by Zhao Huan, Chen Zhao's face immediately turned red, and when he looked next to him, there was no sign of Zhao Huan anywhere.

The disciples of the main war faction hidden in the crowd spat in unison.

"How embarrassing!"

"I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking, but they actually sent this guy to befriend the prince."

"The main war faction has lost all face by him!"

On the way back to the palace, Zhao Huan put his hands behind his back and hummed a tune, feeling in a good mood.

The people along the way paid their respects to Zhao Huan one after another, as if they were looking at the savior of the Song Dynasty.

What Zhao Huan wants is this effect. The more ostentatious he is, the more the group of ignorant kings and sycophants above him will not dare to touch him.

Changfu followed closely behind him, his eyes shining.

"Your Majesty! How many poems and songs do you have in your head?"

"The entire Hanlin Academy is tied together, and no one is your opponent."

"When you left Xunmo Pavilion just now, did you hear what those righteous men said? They all said that you were the number one poet in the Song Dynasty."

Compared with the righteous men, how the Bianjing literati evaluated them was what Zhao Huan was really interested in.

Within ten days, the remaining power of the fund-raising meeting was gone, and righteous people all over the world left Beijing one after another.

By that time, the distant water could not quench the near thirst, and the public opinion of Bianjing scholars became the most important card in Zhao Huan's hand.

Whether it is in Genyue or Xunmo Pavilion.

Zhao Huan shamelessly copied poems and songs from later generations just to occupy a place in the Bianjing literati circle!

While Changfu was excited, he suddenly remembered something and asked quickly.

"Although Chen Zhao is weak, he is still a disciple of the Imperial Academy. Why did the prince refuse Chen Zhao's solicitation?"

Zhao Huan's eyes showed a touch of sophistication: "Who told you that I rejected Chen Zhao?"

ha?

Changfu was confused: "Chen Zhao has lost all face because of your trick. Is there any follow-up to this matter?"

Zhao Huan ignored the strange looks around him and laughed heartily: "Changfu, after all, you are still the butler of the palace. It doesn't matter if others are watching the fun, you will also follow it?"

"In this land of Bianjing, what matters is not what you did, but what you said."

"As long as I don't explicitly refuse, Chen Zhao will continue to pester me."

Changfu was confused for a while, and then his eyes lit up: "I understand!"

"Your Majesty, do you mean to whet Chen Zhao's appetite first, so that you can bargain later?"

Zhao Huan didn't answer, but he was already sneering in his heart.

With the holding of the fund-raising conference, a spark has been ignited. Once a prairie fire ignites in the future, the main militant faction will take advantage of Zhao Huan's momentum to gain political capital.

Those who want to fight must first choose a side, but they have no choice at all and can only become supporters and followers of the main war faction.

At that time, the main war faction will be able to rise to the top in one step and become a major party in North Korea.

Next, we can share the same hatred and fight against the golden soldiers? Dreaming!

I'm afraid that the internal strife within the party will become even more fierce.

"What bullshit war party? They are clearly opportunists!"

"Damn it, when the war breaks out, I will tie you to the battlefield and use it as cannon fodder!"

At this time, the atmosphere in the Imperial Study Room was extremely solemn.

Officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs have made clear statistics of the proceeds from the fundraising meeting.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, this fund-raising meeting was a complete success. The donations received, rounded up, totaled 927,600 yuan."

"The person who contributed the most money is..."


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