Time Travel: The Useless Prince, First Destroy the Princess

As soon as it was dawn, he got up, took a lot of silver and gold, woke up Ma Zhuang, and hurried out of the palace.

It was midsummer, the weather was sunny, and the weather in Luojing was hot and humid. Children were out playing on the streets early in the morning.

But that was an agricultural society, and most people went to work in the fields, and of course they would not hide under the house to cool off.

Because the market and the street are separated, there are no restaurants, inns, shops or the like.

But Luojing is different from other county towns. Although the market and streets in Luojing are separated, they are not completely isolated like Hongnong and Yangcheng.

There are no strict individual communities.

This makes it easier to find people!

But the ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Who should I ask to sing this song?

A child of six or seven years old ran over humming a song, and Liu Zhao's heart moved: "Little brother, can you sing?"

"Yes! Why?"

The little boy stopped.

"Sing for me!"

"Big cock, so beautiful!"

"Well, forget it!"

Liu Zhao was speechless. The sound was comparable to that of a rooster.

"Are you sick?

The little boy ran away angrily.

I found a lot of children in succession, and most of them were tone-deaf.

At this time, a boy about ten years old came over and asked, "Two brothers, why are you looking for someone to sing?"

Liu Zhao was immediately interested when he asked. Seeing that the boy was a little older, he said, "If you learn the song I teach you and sing it three times while walking down this street, I will give you two hundred coins!"

Two hundred coins is not a small amount!

"Two hundred wen! Good!"

The boy agreed immediately.

"Come on!" Standing on the street, Liu Zhao sang regardless of the strange looks around him.

"Perhaps tomorrow the sun will set and the weary birds will return home!"

She sang a line and the boy followed.

The boy is talented and he can do it in three attempts.

"Okay, give me the money! I'll go sing!"

Ma Zhuang immediately took out two hundred copper coins and handed them to the boy.

The boy took the silver, turned around and walked a few steps while singing.

Suddenly he turned around and ran into the alley!

"Little bunny!"

Ma Zhuang cursed.

Of course it is impossible to catch up.

"No, we can't just aimlessly look for someone to sing with!"

"Brother, let me ask you, what's the point of singing this song?"

Ma Zhuang asked carefully.

There were so many people outside talking so much that he could only sing.

"I want a lot of people to sing these lines, maybe Deng Yi will know it's me who's looking for her!"

Liu Zhao explained.

"I understand!" Ma Zhuang suddenly understood.

The prince’s idea is really strange. What song is he singing?

But of course he wouldn't ask, instead he spoke seriously about his understanding of Luojing: "Luojing City has nine main streets, thirty alleys, and hundreds of neighborhoods. It won't be easy to find so many people to sing in a short time!"

"I know, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack!"

Liu Zhao was a little discouraged. It seemed that this method was not working.

Looking back, there are children everywhere with nothing to do.

These kids either don’t know how to do it, or they take the money but don’t do the job. It’s difficult to deal with!

"Ma Zhuang, what kind of people live in the districts of Luojing?"

Liu Zhao thought that in the cities of the future, there would be luxurious villas, ordinary houses, and relocation communities.

Will it be similar in this era?

"Brother, although Luojing City has hundreds of districts, most of them are inhabited by ordinary people. Only ten districts are inhabited by dignitaries!"

"Yes, we just need to target these ten districts!"

Liu Zhao thought that with Deng Yi's identity, he would never live in a place where ordinary people lived.

But dignitaries?

Is there any high-ranking official in the court with the surname Deng?

Or just as I thought before, her surname was made up!

There is no time to worry about it now.

"Which districts are they? Let's go and take a look!"

"These ten wards are all near the Imperial City. The most famous one is called Yong'an ward, which is where Zhao Ji lived, whom we visited yesterday!"

"Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji is also a noble?"

This made Liu Zhao feel a little strange for a moment.

"Your Highness, this Zhao Ji's original surname was not Zhao. She changed it to Zhao after marrying the former Prime Minister Zhao!"

"Prime Minister Zhao of the previous dynasty, who is that?"

"His name is Zhao Shen, and he married Zhao Ji at the age of eighty!"

"He married Zhao Ji at the age of eighty?" Liu Zhao's eyes popped out in shock.

The thing that has not changed from ancient times to the present is men’s hobby of liking young women!

"Correct!"

Ma Zhuang didn't expect Liu Zhao to react so strongly. Isn't this normal?

What's so strange about an 80-year-old marrying an 18-year-old? Some people even marry more than one!

"Where's Prime Minister Zhao? I haven't seen him!"

"Prime Minister Zhao died of illness shortly after the marriage, leaving Zhao Ji with a considerable fortune!"

"Doesn't Prime Minister Zhao have any other children? Why would he let a woman inherit the family business?"

The more Liu Zhao listened, the more confused he became.

"Your Highness, Prime Minister Zhao originally had a son, but he offended the tyrant Wei Hao and was killed! So Prime Minister Zhao had no descendants! The family business was left to Zhao Ji!"

"I see! Then where did this Zhao Ji come from? Do you know her original surname and name?"

"I don't know. During those chaotic years, there were women fleeing famine everywhere. It's not surprising that Prime Minister Zhao married a young woman! Who cares about her background?"

"That's right! Then why did this woman ask people to write poems to meet her at the door?"

Liu Zhao vaguely felt that Zhao Ji was no ordinary woman.

I was so busy asking about Deng Yi yesterday that I didn't notice it. The more I think about it now, the more I feel something is wrong.

"Zhao Ji's pipa is unique in Luojing! Most people go there to listen to her play the pipa!"

"A beautiful woman in her thirties playing the pipa for others to admire? In this era, only men can write poetry! This is simply unbelievable!"

"She must be related to Shangguan Mi, otherwise how could she be able to recite the poem written by Shangguan Mi? Is she trying to find Shangguan Mi?"

Liu Zhao didn't think about it in an absurd way.

"Then why don't you go directly to Hongnong to find it?"

"It's not far from Luojing. If you want to find Shangguan Mi, you can just ask around and find him!"

Seeing the changeable expression on Liu Zhao's face, Ma Zhuang didn't dare to speak.

I can’t figure it out for the moment.

"Then let's go!"

Liu Zhaojue felt that if he had the chance to meet Shangguan Mi, he would tell him the news.

"Yes!"

The two men mounted their horses and headed straight for Yong'anfang.

"Your Highness, most of the people living in Yong'anfang are officials of the imperial court. I wonder if this is inconvenient for Your Highness?"

Ma Zhuang reminded them just after they had walked a short distance.

"That's right!" Liu Zhao pondered.

I turned around and saw the words "Suona" written on the door of a house.

"Suona? What's that for?"

"This is for weddings or funerals!"

Ma Zhuang explained.

"I know. I mean, are they renting or selling this?"

"Your Highness, this is a workshop. They are just some craftsmen. When you need help, you can pay them to come and play the flute!"

Ma Zhuang was a little embarrassed.

"I have an idea!"

Liu Zhao dismounted, walked forward and knocked on the other party's door.

The suona has a loud sound, isn’t this perfect for it?