Zhao Jin lowered his eyes, held the tea cup with two fingers, drank a cup of tea, and moistened his throat.
"As long as the Nanman hesitates, the king will not dare to act rashly."
"No matter how ambitious his descendants are, the current Middle King is not him. He cannot surpass the Middle King status."
Zhao Jin closed his eyes and opened them again, "First calm him down so that they don't dare to take action too quickly."
King Yan nodded, looked at Zhao Jin, raised his hand and put it on Zhao Jin's shoulder, "If your highness needs help, just ask."
The situation of Zhao State in recent years has been seen by King Yan.
Up to this day, the current State of Zhao can be said to be a diseased tree in a storm. King Yan cannot guarantee whether Zhao Jin can really save the State of Zhao.
But he couldn't find any better candidate.
Zhao Jin raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly said: "I really need your uncle's help with something."
King Yan, who was still immersed in the affairs of his family and the sadness of Zhao's declining state, suddenly heard Zhao Jin's words and asked in a daze, "Your Highness, please speak."
"The city of Bianzhou is too far away from the Central King, not to mention the Southern Barbarians, and the emperor's uncle's fief is much closer to them."
"So, I'm afraid I'll need your uncle's help for the rest of the matter, as well as paying close attention to the King of China and the Southern Barbarians."
"This is natural." King Yan agreed, "If Your Highness doesn't say anything, I will do the same thing."
Zhao Jin smiled meaningfully, "Then I'll trouble the emperor."
King Yan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Nothing, you are the one who works the hardest."
While he was speaking, he looked up and caught a glimpse of the smile on Zhao Jin's lips, and the movements of his hands froze.
Why do you always feel that what the prince means is not that simple?
Zhao Jin noticed the stiffness of King Yan's movements, smiled a little deeper, and then changed the topic.
Zhao Jin didn't stay at King Yan's residence for too long, firstly to avoid being discovered, and secondly, because King Yan was tired from traveling and traveling and needed some rest.
As soon as Zhao Jin returned to the East Palace, he immediately sent people to investigate the King of Zhong and Nanman.
Only by knowing oneself and the enemy can one be victorious in every battle. He was confident that he could make both the King of the Middle Kingdom and the Southern Barbarians dare not act rashly for the time being, but he also had to prepare backup plans.
"In addition, let Chen Xiao fight harder." Xingmu's eyes were cold, and Zhao Jin said word by word: "The harder, the better."
After King Yan came to Bianzhou, except for his pleasant conversation with Zhao Jin on the first day, his usual interactions with Zhao Jin were neither cold nor indifferent.
Especially in the court, King Yan was more than respectful to Zhao Jin, but not close enough.
Both of them are avoiding suspicion.
King Yan has not returned to Bianzhou City for some days. The last time he returned to Bianzhou City was because of floods.
At that time, he was anxious to provide disaster relief and had no intention of wandering around. It was rare that he had free time, so King Yan left the palace and walked around the streets in Bianzhou City.
"It's been a long time since I took a closer look at Bianzhou City. It's changed so much." King Yan couldn't help but sigh.
Following King Yan were the staff who had followed him to Bianzhou and the guards of the palace.
The staff member smiled and said: "Bianzhou City is much more lively now than before."
"yes."
"Master, after walking for so long, do you want to find a place to sit down and rest?"
King Yan responded obediently and raised his eyes to see the study not far away, "Let's go to the study and have a look."
Several people walked into the study, and it stands to reason that the unique attire of King Yan and others would attract the attention of many people.
But at this moment, the scholars in the study were busy watching other activities, and few of them noticed the arrival of King Yan.
"I already took a fancy to this book when I came here the day before yesterday. It should naturally belong to me." The scholar who spoke was wearing a white robe. It looked a bit old, but it was not dirty and his appearance was neat.
The scholar standing opposite him and arguing with him was wearing clothes made of fine blue satin, with beautiful patterns and novel styles.
The blue-robed scholar opened the folding fan in his hand with a "swish" sound, moved his fingers slightly, and patted his chest with the folding fan, looking sideways.
A glimpse of the white-robed scholar.
Immediately afterwards, he rolled his eyes, raised his head rather contemptuously, and moved the corners of his mouth, "You said you liked it just because you liked it? You didn't even pay for it, how can you say it's yours?"
"I paid the price!"
The blue-robed scholar put away his fan and pointed at the money on the table. "I came here to buy something and paid for this book. So this book naturally belongs to me."
"Furthermore, you said you took a fancy to it yesterday, but today I am the one who got the book first!"
The white-robed scholar frowned, with anger in his eyes. He took a half-step forward and then stopped. It could be seen that he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his chest and wanted to reason with the other party.qδ
"But my boss and I made an agreement yesterday. I will keep this book until today and I will use the money to buy it. Young Master, you'd better take your money back."
As he spoke, the white-robed scholar wanted to push away the money that the blue-robed scholar had placed on the table and hand the money for his books to the boss.
Unexpectedly, when his hand was about to touch the table, the blue-robed scholar took a fan and put it vigorously on the back of the white-robed scholar's hand, and then pressed the fan against the back of his hand and pushed hard.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding"
The copper coins fell to the ground.
The white-robed scholar exclaimed, "My money!"
"Tsk!" The blue-robed scholar sneered, "You look so poor, don't you only have a few copper coins?"
The white-robed scholar stared at the other person, breathing heavily, "Don't bully me too much! Why are you pushing me?!"
"Hey, who told you to touch my money? What should I do if the money is dirty?"
"Besides." The blue-robed scholar looked at the white-robed scholar with contempt in his eyes, "Who knows if you are taking the opportunity to steal my money?"
"It's simply unreasonable."
Some people around couldn't stand it and scolded him.
"Who! What idiot was talking just now!" The young man standing behind the blue-robed scholar heard it and immediately shouted loudly.
"snort."
A cold snort came out, and a plainly dressed scholar stood out from the crowd, "I said that, what?"
"What did you say?" The young man walked over, pointed at the other person and cursed angrily: "Stop meddling in your mother's business, what else? Of course, you have to kneel down and apologize to my young master!"
The scholar glanced at the boy coldly, "Is he worthy?"
"Hey, gentlemen, stop arguing, stop arguing!"
The boss stood behind the counter and saw the tense scene and the crowd of people watching the show. He was so anxious that he quickly spoke out to persuade.
"This book is indeed what this young master had already agreed with me yesterday."
"At that time, this young man didn't have enough money, so he asked me to keep this book for him and bring him the money to buy it tomorrow. I agreed at that time."
The boss continued to persuade in a slow voice: "Other study halls should also have this book. Why don't this young master go to other study halls to have a look."