Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

Chapter 269 Urgent Recall to Beijing

In the scorching July, an urgent call broke the peaceful life of Wen Jiu and Qiao Shinian.

"Return to Beijing?" Qiao Shinian took the imperial edict from Wen Jiu's hand and read it twice.

"I asked someone to take the eunuch who announced the decree to a restaurant to taste the specialties of our Xingzhou. He needs someone to accompany him, so I'm afraid he won't be able to come back today." Wen Jiu scooped up a spoonful of mango-flavored smoothie and handed it to Qiao Shinian's mouth.

Qiao Shinian glared at him and pushed his hand away: "No, what does this mean? Your father wants to pass on planting technology to Zhou State? Is his brain rusty?!" Qiao Shinian slammed the imperial edict on the table.

Wen Jiu shouted as he took the bright imperial edict and said, "Be careful, if someone sees you, you'll lose your head. We have to keep this thing with respect and care."

As he said this, he put it under the bowl.

Qiao Shinian rolled his eyes at him speechlessly, "So, we have to pass on the technology to them?"

"Look, let's go back first. I'm finally going back, and I'm a little excited. My brother, the Crown Prince, and my brother, the Prince of Gu, have been arguing a lot recently, and my father scolded them both, asking them to learn from me and care more about the people."

Wen Jiu stood up and looked at Qiao Shinian, his eyes full of determination: "Sister, it's time for us to go back to Beijing and wade into those muddy waters! Aren't all the preparations just to avoid being controlled when we go back again? Now Xingzhou is completely under my control. Xingzhou's production is my backing. No matter who comes, they can't shake my position."

Qiao Shinian raised the corner of his mouth: "Who said it wasn't! It's time to go back."

"Okay, I'll have someone pack up today, and we'll leave the day after tomorrow. We'll organize the people tomorrow, and leave after we finish our speech the day after tomorrow morning."

"speech?"

"Yes! I've read about how to be a leader in a book called "The Art of Public Speaking". Sister, just imagine, as a prince, I have to humble myself and say goodbye to them in front of everyone, and tell them about my journey over the past few years, and how important they are to me.

I thought, if I bowed to them sincerely, how would they react?

A gentleman will die for his friend, and what I have always wanted to do is to make them live a good life, to make the days of worrying about food and not having enough to eat stay away from them. I just want peace in the world.

After all, I am the one chosen by the goddess, and I will go to the realm of gods to live a good life after I die. So before I die, I will transform the human world so that no one will suffer from hunger anymore.

From a practical point of view, they are still the slaves of my family. When the master talks to the slaves, the slaves react with fear. They feel that they are the ones that the master particularly likes, and they feel that they are different from others.

People in Xingzhou will feel that they are different from people in other states and counties. They will feel closer to me and have a sense of superiority over people in other states and counties. This illusion will make them more loyal to me.

After all, everyone wants to be special. If we are a little nice to the people at the bottom of society who have no dignity and give them some small favors, they will regard us as their benefactors. If we agree with their ideas a little, they will regard us as their confidants. "

Wen Jiu held the bowl and swung it wildly, like a madman.

Qiao Shinian looked at him, and suddenly she realized something.

Wen Jiu, who was originally an ancient man, now has more experience from his predecessors. What can he achieve?

It should be said that Wen Jiu has learned to have three burrows, and all his forces have never appeared in front of her, while the expenses in his account have recovered after a period of abnormality.

This means that the force that Wen Jiu started has achieved self-sufficiency.

On the surface, all that could be found were two teams of guards, and secretly what could be found was the casino, and his control over Yunzhou.

So what if we go deeper? How many cards does Wen Jiu have?

As for the capital, she had sent Hehuan there earlier. From the news Hehuan sent back, she could find out that there was not a single big shot that Feng Tianmo had tried to win over, only some insignificant minor officials.

There is a Mu Rong in the palace who is considered to be one of us, but what else is there besides him?

"Sister? What are you daydreaming about?" Wen Jiu walked forward and wanted to approach Qiao Shinian from behind.

Qiao Shinian did not resist this time. She turned her head and said, "Wen Jiu, are you ready? Can our power allow us to gain a foothold in the capital?"

"Don't worry, it's definitely enough." Wen Jiu said confidently: "Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here and won't let you face those scary things. When you return to Beijing, you can open a college just like you do now, and you can teach and educate people however you want.

As for those women, people in the capital should not force them. Even if the people who can survive in that ghost place are really innocent and ignorant, it has nothing to do with the family behind her.

They are naive and ignorant, and they just want to be better controlled. Sister, you know this, right?"

"Yeah." Qiao Shinian responded.

Perhaps he was going back. Wen Jiu might have been looking forward to this longer than she knew. So in her opinion, Wen Jiu's behavior now was a kind of excitement. He was so excited that he needed to find someone to share it with, and she was the best candidate.

Qiao Shinian pretended to be calm, but she was actually a little scared.

A kind of worry arose from the bottom of her heart. She didn't understand why she was afraid. She always felt that she should know something, and she always felt that she seemed to have forgotten some important information.

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Galloping along the pipeline, Qiao Shinian followed closely beside Wen Jiu.

The sun was scorching, and her long hair was tied into a ponytail and swung back and forth on her back.

The speech that Wen Jiu had expected was more successful than she had imagined. She saw the way the people looked at Wen Jiu after he finished those sensational words. It was a look that was a mixture of admiration, pity, and determination.

Even when Wen Jiu left the next day, there were people seeing him off ten miles outside the city.

Everyone looked at the prince who had fed them with reluctance, everyone was moved by Wen Jiu's ideals, and everyone said something like "take care on the road".

From now on, Wen Jiu will not be in Xingzhou, but the Yongle Palace will always be in Xingzhou to guarantee the lives of the people of Xingzhou.

When Wen Jiu made this promise to everyone, many people expressed their determination not to put Wen Jiu in an awkward position. They said they would work hard and would definitely make Xingzhou more prosperous and peaceful.

Seeing Wen Jiu reining in his horse, Qiao Shinian also gradually slowed down.

"Sister, why are you always distracted?" Wen Jiu looked at Qiao Shinian, "It's dangerous for you to ride a horse like this. We have to run back in ten days, and you can imagine how fast it will be. I'm worried about you like this."

Wen Jiu sighed helplessly: "If you have something on your mind, tell me and I'll see how to solve it."

Qiao Shinian looked at Wen Jiu, and the group rode their horses under the shade of the trees.

Then, she looked around and said, "Does this place look familiar to you? Didn't we walk through here when we first returned to the capital?"

"Yes, we went in the wrong direction at that time, which caused us to walk the wrong way for ten days." Wen Jiu turned over and got off the horse.

Yingzhu and the others came over to help them tie the horse ropes to the tree.

Qiao Shinian nodded.

"Things are different now. I remember when we were riding horses, we walked crookedly. I was afraid of falling off."

"Qiao Shinian, you have something to say to me, but you are afraid to say it." Wen Jiu suddenly leaned forward, and Qiao Shinian immediately took a step back.

"Things like recalling the past are either inspired or have a purpose to imply something." Wen Jiu's gaze made Qiao Shinian avoid it. "But you were absent-minded the whole time, obviously not inspired. You have been absent-minded since the day I received the imperial edict, so what makes you feel embarrassed?"

Qiao Shinian said nothing, but just raised her head slightly to look at the boy who was much taller than her. He just stared at her straight, and the invisible pressure made her feel a little breathless.

"How dare you call me by my name?" Qiao Shinian pushed Wen Jiu away. "You think too much. I'm just thinking about something."

Wen Jiu pulled her into his arms, and then a palm-sized mirror appeared in front of Qiao Shinian who was about to struggle: "Look at our faces, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for me to call you sister. After so many years, sister~sister, you are still young and beautiful, and I am no longer the child who is half a head shorter than you."

Qiao Shinian stared at Wen Jiu and his own face in the mirror. Compared to his androgynous handsomeness as a child, his facial contours had now been finalized, his brows were relaxed, his lines were firm, and his eyes seemed cheerful, sunny and innocent. This face was 30% similar to Emperor Gao Wen.

My hair is a little straighter and less curly than when I was a child.

His figure is tall and strong, not as skinny as when I first met him.

Yes, now he is the prince of Chu Wen, and his living standard is completely different from when he was wandering and living under someone else's roof.

The familiar dependence in his eyes was gone, and when he stopped smiling, she felt as if he was pressing her.

Wen Jiu is no longer the same Wen Jiu as before, she knew this long ago.

She didn't know whether Wen Jiu was still sincere in front of her, or how much sincerity and how much disguise he had.

The Wen Jiu of today is different from the one he was back then. He is now introverted and indifferent to anger and sadness. Only his ruthlessness when he attacks makes people frightened and afraid.

Wen Jiu has already mastered the method of killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

Seeing Qiao Shinian in a daze again, Wen Jiu raised his hand around Qiao Shinian and gently pinched her chin: "I want to say this, sister. Do you believe me? When we find a random farm to rest, if I say I'm your husband, they will all say you're so young."

"Get out!" Qiao Shinian raised his foot and stepped on Wen Jiu's instep.

Wen Jiu grinned, let go of her and put the mirror back in his arms: "I haven't told you the point yet, we have to be careful, those people will probably make a fuss about your appearance when you go back this time.

Of course, they just say you are a monster or something like that, so sister, you have to prepare props to show off next time you come. We are obviously gods, how can we let those villains slander us!"

Qiao Shinian looked at Wen Jiu. The Wen Jiu in front of her seemed very familiar, yet also very strange. They had always been together, but she didn't know where that feeling of strangeness came from.

When some strange thoughts came to her mind, she would feel that she was becoming suspicious.

Calculating her age, she is only in her thirties this year and is not yet in menopause.

"Let's go. The horses have had enough water. Let's go back to Beijing early and lie down to rest." Wen Jiu walked to the side and led the two horses to Qiao Shinian, handing her the reins of her horses.

"If you get distracted again and make me feel unsafe for you to ride a horse, I will ride on the same horse with you. I don't care whether you are willing or not." Wen Jiu smiled and got on the horse.

Qiao Shinian mounted the horse in silence.

Yes, Wen Jiu used to speak softly to her about everything, but now he is much more assertive.

In fact, Qiao Shinian was not wrong. Wen Jiu had indeed changed. Compared with before, Wen Jiu was now more expectant on his way back to Beijing. The possibilities laid out many years ago could now see the results of the transformation.

His good father was not a good father who loved his children wholeheartedly. He had something that his father did not, and this matter would always lead to different possibilities.

The dark side of human nature is not just talk, especially for someone like his father who was so cruel and ruthless that he even buried all the women left by the previous emperor.