In the Song Dynasty, the Grand Master, the Grand Protector and the Grand Tutor were the "Three Dukes".
The Prince's Young Master, the Prince's Young Master, and the Crown Prince's Young Master are the "Three Young Masters".
It can be said that they are all the closest people to the prince.
And Zhao Kai planned to give his father-in-law the extremely noble status of "Prince's Young Master".
Zhao Kai added: "This Wu Zhi is young. If I make him the prince's young master, will the prince be criticized by the world?"
Everyone in the old Zhao family has one thing in common, that is, they want face!
Zhao Kai is no exception. Even though he knows that he must try his best to bring Wu Zhi to his side, he is still worried about being scolded by others.
Tairachi Chuichiro didn't say a word. At this time, he picked up the pen and wrote a big "Song" on the paper.
Zhao Kai frowned slightly, not quite understanding what Chuichiro Tairachi meant when he suddenly wrote this word.
However, Zhao Kai is also a man of letters. The old Zhao family is not good at anything else. They seem to be born with a different talent in writing and writing.
Zhao Kai could tell at a glance that this font was unusual and a little familiar.
"Was this running script created by Wu Zhi before?"
Tairachi Chuichiro nodded: "Yes, the officials had favored Wu Zhi because he created this font. Wu Zhi once proposed to the officials to name this font 'Song style'."
"This type of font is very convenient for printing and engraving. It can be said that Wu Zhi solved a major problem for scholars all over the world."
"If this font is promoted, Wu Zhi will be praised by scholars all over the world in our Song Dynasty. In this way, it can be regarded as solving the most worrying point of His Royal Highness, and blocking the mouths of people all over the world!"
Zhao Kai immediately clapped his hands: "Okay!"
"Wonderful!"
"Sir's move finally solved the doubts in my heart."
Although he said so, Zhao Kai still had selfish motives.
He added: "However, Wu Zhi, the prince's young master, is still not worthy. And doesn't Wu Zhi like to fight? More than 200,000 people can't defeat him, so why not give him the title of prince's young master!"
"Prince Shaobao is a false title and has no position. Wu Zhi's current Zhenshui Villa is in Yunzhou. The prince was originally the king of Yunzhou, and the entire Yunzhou area is my prince's family. It is better to add a Yunzhou Festival to Wu Zhi.
Envoy!"
Tairachi Chuichiro nodded slightly: "Your Highness's move is wonderful!"
"In this way, His Highness the Crown Prince is equivalent to putting a cage on Wu Zhi's head. Even if Wu Zhi wants to sever ties with His Highness the Crown Prince, he may be in doom."
Zhao Kai laughed, obviously very satisfied with his decision.
However, the mood changed and he asked: "Do you think Cai Jing will stop it?"
Tairachi Chuichiro smiled confidently: "What do you think, Your Highness?"
Chuichiro Tairatomo is a good person, and he is very aware of the bad temper of Lao Zhao's family.
Even if they knew it, they couldn't say it directly. They had to give the opportunity to speak to their masters to show that they were very educated.
Zhao Kai indeed had a smile on his face and shook his head pretending to be profound.
"Cai Jing is probably anxiously waiting for Gao Qiu to escape from Wu Zhi."
"As long as it allows Gao Qiu to return to Tokyo City, Cai Jing will not stand in the way of such a small condition."
Tairachi Chuichiro smiled and flattered: "Your Highness can take advantage of this opportunity to promote all those under him."
Zhao Kai laughed loudly: "With people like you supporting His Highness, the road ahead will be smooth and prosperous!"
"What His Royal Highness the Prince said is absolutely true."
When Chuichiro Tairachi spoke, his head lowered slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes!
…
The imperial edict was sent to Wu Zhi's Zhenshui Villa in a hurry of 800 miles.
At this time, Wu Zhi was sitting in the yard, admiring flowers and basking in the sun.
Li Ping'er stood behind Wu Zhi, with her delicate onion-like hands, gently massaging Wu Zhi's neck.
"My lord, is your hand strength just right?"
Wu Zhi nodded with great enjoyment: "Yes, not bad."
Li Ping'er had a flattering look on her face: "Officer, will you agree to the slave's request?"
