Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 28 Prince's Guest, Mr. Wu
The next morning, the dawn was just breaking.

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road.

The left prime minister was dressed in a scholar's blue robe, and several carriages followed behind him, looking like they were on a migration.

In addition to Zuo Xiang's family, there was also an unexpected visitor present.

Right Prime Minister!

The left prime minister had a complicated expression.

He fought against the Right Prime Minister all his life.

Unexpectedly, when he was leaving Beijing, the person who came to see him off was his mortal enemy.

On the contrary, none of his former subordinates came.

It’s true that the tea is cold before the person leaves.

"Why, Brother Mo Bai, are you surprised to see me?" The Right Prime Minister laughed in a bright voice.

"It's really unexpected. I didn't expect that the person who would send me off in the end would be you, Brother Jingxing." The Left Prime Minister's tone was quite complicated.

"We have served together as officials for decades. Although we have had our share of conflicts, they were all for the sake of state affairs, not personal vendettas."

"Brother Mo Bai, you are leaving the capital today, so naturally I have to come and see you off."

The Right Prime Minister sighed and expressed his admiration for the opponent who had suppressed him all his life.

"After I leave, what does Your Majesty plan to do with the position of Left Prime Minister?"

"Your Majesty has allowed me to concurrently serve as the Left Prime Minister."

Hearing this, Zuo Xiang was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect that Emperor Yuanchu would make such an arrangement.

Let Lu Jingxing serve as two prime ministers at the same time.

This is truly a case of having absolute power over the government and the country.

The reason why Emperor Yuanchu made such an arrangement was simply to let the right prime minister suppress the prince's party.

The prince is afraid...

never mind!

What does this have to do with me, a person who is leaving Beijing?
The left prime minister couldn't help but sneer.

"That's fine!"

"Brother Jingxing, if you were to take charge of the government, the government would remain in order."

The two exchanged pleasantries.

After fighting for a lifetime, they can't wait to defeat each other.

On the contrary, when the show came to an end, they felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

"This undertaking concerns the fate of the nation and the people's livelihood. I hope Brother Mo Bai has a smooth journey and immediate success."

"I accept your good words!"

……

East Palace.

In the past few days, everyone in the Eastern Palace knew that the prince was in a bad mood.

Several maids have been beaten to death with sticks.

Even the Crown Princess's persuasion was of no avail.

The eunuchs and maids even walked very quietly, for fear of angering His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

In the study room.

The atmosphere was so solemn that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

Bang!
A sound came from the study.

The prince slammed his palm on the desk, his face a little ferocious with anger.

"A rare item as a gift for my ninth brother's coronation?"

"If it weren't for my ninth brother's invention of the Holy Emperor Rice, why would the Left Prime Minister have left the capital?"

"I still want to send a gift to my ninth brother. How ridiculous!"

The prince's roar erupted in the study.

There was a strong sense of anger in the questioning.

Even the usually pampered cat slave was hiding in the corner of the bookshelf, shivering.

Zhou Rong, the Chief Secretary of the Eastern Palace, had a bitter look on his face.

Of course he could understand the anger and dissatisfaction in the prince's heart at this moment.

The Holy Emperor Rice grown by the Ninth Prince caused the Left Prime Minister to leave the capital.

Perhaps this was not what the Ninth Prince intended.

But the reality is that all this was caused by the Ninth Prince.

The Crown Prince had his arm cut off, so he was naturally very dissatisfied with the Ninth Prince.

However, some things have to be done for the sake of face.

The Ninth Prince was crowned king, and as the eldest brother, how could the Crown Prince not send a gift?
If you don't send it, it will definitely lead to criticism.

By then, rumors like "The prince is intolerant and cannot even tolerate his own brother" will probably spread in the capital.

"Your Highness, the Second Prince has already sent a gift."

"If you don't send him off, wouldn't that push the Ninth Prince towards the Second Prince's side?"

Zhou Rong advised him earnestly and continuously.

However, the prince insisted on his own way and showed no sign of giving in.

"Humph—what's wrong with pushing it to my second brother?"

"I have many talented civil and military officials under my command. How could I be short of a Prince of Dongdai?"

"Your Highness, absolutely not!" Zhou Rong was so anxious that he turned around and around. "Saint Emperor Rice, our interests are at stake, we must fight for it."

"I know that Your Highness has quite a few complaints against the Ninth Prince, but a little impatience can ruin a great plan." "Please reconsider, Your Highness."

The more earnest Zhou Rong spoke, the more upset the prince felt.

At this moment, the servant reported outside the house.

"Your Highness, Mr. Wu has returned."

When the prince heard the three words "Mr. Wu", his brows, which had just been furrowed, instantly relaxed.

"Please!"

As the prince finished speaking, a middle-aged scholar walked in.

The prince quickly stood up and went to greet him.

Zhou Rong, who was standing by, felt a sinking feeling in his heart when he saw how much the prince thought of Mr. Wu.

"Your Highness, after I finished my arrangements in Jiangnan, I heard about the Holy Emperor Rice incident and hurried back to the capital..."

Before Mr. Wu could finish his words, the prince's face darkened and became overcast.

"Mr. Wu, are you here to persuade me to win over my ninth brother?"

"No, no, no!"

"On the contrary, I believe that winning over the Ninth Prince is a very bad strategy."

Mr. Wu's words failed to convince the prince, but Zhou Rong, who was standing beside him, could not bear it anymore.

"A bunch of nonsense."

"Everyone knows that the seed selection department is very popular nowadays."

"If we can win over the Ninth Prince, he will surely be a help to His Highness."

Zhou Rong's words were righteous and his attitude was firm.

Even the prince thought that what Zhou Rong said made sense.

It's just that he couldn't swallow the fact that the Left Prime Minister left the capital.

Mr. Wu was calm and composed, his expression not flustered, and he spoke lightly.

"Your Highness, Mr. Zhou only knows one side of the story."

"Oh! What do you think, Mr. Wu?"

"There are seventy-two counties in Daqian, and the people are countless. There are also many secret places, and the land is vast and sparsely populated."

"Your Highness, how much Holy Emperor Rice do you think is needed to satisfy the people of the world?"

The prince thought carefully and spoke.

"Mr. Wu, what you mean is that the amount of Holy Emperor Rice is limited in a short period of time and cannot satisfy everyone."

"Exactly!"

"The amount of Holy Emperor Rice is limited, there are too many wolves and too little meat, so the distribution issue has become a hot potato."

"The royal family, the civil and military officials of the court, the ten great Dao courts, the honored relatives and generals, which one of them is a good person?"

"If the Second Prince wants to win him over, then let him do it."

"If you don't handle it well, you will end up being deserted by everyone."

Mr. Wu's remarks completely unraveled the prince's knot in his heart.

I felt so refreshed, just like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit.

"Wonderful!"

"Wonderful!"

"Listening to you is better than ten years of reading!"

Seeing that the prince was persuaded by Mr. Wu, Zhou Rong became completely anxious, and a feeling of melancholy and anxiety surged in his heart.

Now there are more Holy Emperor rice wolves than meat, but what about in the future?

Is it possible that there will be more wolves than meat in my lifetime?
These words will bring disaster to the country and the people!

"Your Highness..."

Zhou Rong wanted to persuade him, but the prince had already lost his patience to listen to him.

He waved his hand and said to Zhou Rong.

"Master Zhou, Mr. Wu and I have something important to discuss."

"Go to the treasury and get one thousand taels of silver. Send it to my ninth brother. It will be a token of my appreciation as the eldest brother."

Zhou Rong's face froze and his eyes dimmed.

There is unspeakable bitterness in my heart.

One thousand taels of silver?

So shabby!

Is this sending beggars away?

This is clearly a slap in the face attitude. It is better not to give one thousand taels.

"Sir, obey the order!"

Zhou Rong bowed, sighed, and left the study.

An hour later.

Mr. Wu left the palace, but found Zhou Rong waiting for him at the back door.

"Master Zhou, do you have any advice for me?" Mr. Wu asked with a forced smile.

"Mr. Wu, you are a treacherous and cunning person, relying only on flattery to deceive His Highness."

"If you don't repent, one day, justice will prevail and you will be punished!"

Hearing Zhou Rong's righteous rebuke, Mr. Wu turned a blind eye and smiled contemptuously.

"cut!"

Zhou Rong was left alone, his face ashen.

(End of this chapter)