"Since Xiaochai is your dowry maid, she is one of our own."
"Whoever dares to touch a hair of our family, I will make him pay with blood!"
"Keep this money, you won't need it!"
"I was thinking about where the money for the fund-raising conference would come from, and someone sent it!"
Zhao Huan had a cold face, ignored the confused people, and headed straight to Hongyan Pavilion with Chang Fu.
Looking at Zhao Huan's back, Zhu Lian's eyes changed slightly, but this change was fleeting.
Recall Zhao Huan's method against Cheng Fang just now.
Zhu Lian couldn't help but shook his head: "I only want to show off my cruelty and fight. I'm counting on you. I'm afraid I haven't rescued Xiaochai yet, and I've trapped the palace first."
"Get ready, I want to go to Hongyan Pavilion in person."
On the way to Hongyan Pavilion, Changfu, who was worried, quickly reminded him.
"Your Majesty, Cheng Di is offended if he offends you. After all, Cheng Di has no right to speak in the Ministry of Household Affairs."
"But this Hongyan Pavilion is different. If you try hard, I'm afraid you'll suffer a loss."
"Right now, the most important thing is to focus on the fund-raising meeting."
However, Zhao Huan still had his hands on his hips and strode in all directions without any fear.
Even if he does not have real power in his hands, Zhao Huan is still worthy of his power. His greatest advantage is his ability to predict the future.
Whether it's Cheng Di or Hongyan Pavilion, they are all "combination punches" of the treacherous ministers and sycophants.
The purpose is to knock Zhao Huan into confusion and turn him into a human being.
Anyone can participate in this fund-raising meeting, except Zhao Huan.
Otherwise, if His Majesty announces the appointment of a heir, and Zhao Huan refuses to obey even to the death, even if he cannot disobey the imperial power, it will cause criticism in both the government and the public.
Today is in troubled times, and Tong Guan is not the only branch of the sycophant party. If civil strife is triggered by the appointment of a crown prince, the consequences will be disastrous.
The best way is to simply isolate Zhao Huan from the fund-raising meeting.
The predicament of the palace has been an open secret for a long time, and only one thousand taels of silver could be scraped together by selling iron.
Using the word "money" to directly crush Prince Ding's Mansion to death is undoubtedly the best choice.
Zhao Huan, who was well aware of the palace's predicament, strode in all directions with his head held high and his brows full of confidence.
"I have been a soft persimmon for so many years, and I have had enough."
"Whoever wants to take advantage of me must first consider whether his fingers are enough to chop!"
"What's the Hongyan Pavilion? Jiaofang Secretary, I want to try it out!"
Hearing Zhao Huan's words, Changfu's eyes became complicated.
When I taught Cheng Fang a lesson before, I could only say that the rabbit was anxious and asked for help.
But at this moment, feeling the aura emanating from Zhao Huan, Chang Fu finally realized that the power of the prince was by no means a flash in the pan, but an aura that radiated from the inside out.
Could it be said that Prince Ding’s Mansion is finally going to rise?!
Changfu suddenly tightened his fists and looked at Zhao Huan's firm back with extremely hot eyes. As long as he could revive Prince Ding's palace, it would be worth it even if he was shattered to pieces.
In Bianjing, Hongyan Pavilion is one of the eight major tourist attractions.
The orioles are singing and the swallows are dancing, creating a lively scene.
In broad daylight, there was singing and dancing, and lewd tunes were heard all the time.
The development of music industry in the Song Dynasty opened Zhao Huan's horizons.
Just as he was about to step inside, a pink-clad singer came directly towards him and blocked the door.
"Hey, isn't this His Highness Prince Ding?!"
"Hehehe, even though you are a frequent visitor to Hongyan Pavilion, you still have to bring enough money to get in."
Zhao Huan had no stage fright, his eyes were fixed directly on the most attractive part of the pink-clad singer, and then he took out a tael of silver from his sleeve and handed it over.
"For your reward."
reward?
The pink-clad singer looked at the pitiful little silver bump and couldn't help but smile wildly.
"Your Majesty, are you sending beggars away?"
"You have the nerve to take out a tael of silver? Who of the distinguished guests who come to Hongyan Pavilion doesn't spend a lot of money?"
Feeling the disdain in the pink-clad singer's eyes, Zhao Huan didn't care.
"Shall I go in and take a look at the head office?"
The singer in pink spit directly: "Look? Be careful not to pull it out from your eyes!"
The little singer is so arrogant, it seems that the Hongyan Pavilion has a very tough background.
Just when the pink-clad singer was feeling proud, she felt something strange coming from her chest. She was shocked and quickly raised her hands to protect her.
"My lord, what are you doing!"
"You now owe the slave family ten taels of silver!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Huan smiled: "Ten taels of silver for just one touch? Is this thing of yours gold-plated?"
"Then I, the king, need to open his eyes!"
Seeing Zhao Huan stretch out his hands and draw his bow left and right, his true colors as a seasoned veteran were revealed, while the pink-clad singer's beauty turned pale.
"Ah! The prince owes the slave twenty taels of silver!"
Zhao Huan couldn't help but get excited: "If there are too many lice, I won't bite you. I owe you one hundred taels of silver first."
"Ah? The prince is bullying someone!"
The pink-clad singer turned around and ran into the hall, and Zhao Huan also stepped in.
The distinguished guests present were all dignitaries. How could they not recognize Zhao Huan?
All of a sudden, all kinds of scorn and sarcasm came from all directions.
"This is a government-run teaching workshop, how can the prince do such nonsense? Could it be that he regards this as a private black shop?"
"That's unreasonable! It's such an insult to Sven."
"The dignified king actually bullied the singer? If this spreads out, I'm afraid it will insult the majesty of the royal family, right?"
All the dignitaries did not take Zhao Huan seriously at all.
From His Majesty to the courtiers, no one supported Zhao Huan.
That lofty "king title" is actually worthless.
A middle-aged man in black, with a look of disdain on his face.
"If you don't have money, go out quickly and don't disturb our enjoyment!"
"You don't even look up to see where this is!"
Zhao Huan was not angry either. He shrugged and wrote lightly: "When I get my former whore money back, won't I have money?"
As soon as this statement came out, the scene immediately exploded.
The sound of laughter is endless.
"Hahaha, did I hear you right? Asking for prostitution? You really dare to say it."
"It's so outrageous to ask for prostitution money afterwards, doesn't that mean it was a waste of money?"
"This Red Swallow Pavilion belongs to Pixiu. It can only be entered and never exited. If the prince can make the Red Swallow Pavilion spit out the prostitution money, it will definitely be a feat that has never been done before and will never be done again!"
"That's right, hahaha. Please take me with me, my lord, so I can help you get the prostitution money back."
"There is also me. The silver that I threw away at Hongyan Pavilion is not three thousand taels, but two thousand taels. If Madam finds out, I will have to be castrated. Your Majesty, help me."
Some ridicule and sarcasm made the tense atmosphere of Hongyan Pavilion become cheerful instead.
Seeing that the prince was so humiliated, Changfu clenched his fists tightly and shouted angrily: "How dare you humiliate the prince like this? How brave you are!"
Changfu's voice not only had no effect, but instead attracted a lot of curses.
The middle-aged man in black stared at Changfu with an angry look.
"How can you, a dog slave, have the right to speak here?!"
"Don't even look where this is!"
"Your Majesty, do you need me to discipline this bitch for you?"