Han Buxin, the head of the Han family, was far away in Nanfang Prefecture and County, and Han Shen stayed behind, originally four days ago, Han Hu returned from the banquet, saying that Zhao Ying went to greet him, but as soon as he went, Han Shen felt that something was wrong. He sent someone to inquire on the second day, but was prevaricated by Dong Anyu on the grounds that "the lord was drunk at night and neglected the guests", and the Zhao family was running as usual in the next few days, so Han Shen didn't think much about it.

So after learning the news, Han Shen and Han Hu were surprised, and immediately sent someone to the lower palace to question. The retainers of the Zhao family couldn't hide it anymore, so they could only pick a part of it and tell each other, but they said that Zhao Ying was a "little sick", and he would be fine in a few days.

Han Shen didn't believe it this time, he wrote this matter on the slip, and used the pass car to urgently report to his father Han Buxin, on the other hand, he also began to plan for his nephew Zhao Bolu to be the suzerain of the Zhao family.

So after the intervention of the Han family's forces, the situation in the lower palace became more and more turbulent.

The doctor who leaked secrets, even if there is a tradition of "not punishing the doctor", even if there is Beru interceding, he was still directly imprisoned by Dong Anyu, waiting for Zhao Ying to wake up and fall. Zhao Wuxian, who was inconvenient to get involved in this matter, watched coldly and thought to himself.

"I'm afraid I can't hide this matter!"

Sure enough, there is no impermeable wall in the world, and between the back and forth, the news that was not passed on by the Zhao family because of Dong An's strict precautions against Zhao Wuxian spread through some hidden channels through Han's mistakes.

Subsequently, these rumors that did not know the truth and 1¤ falsehood came to the ears of Fan Zhongxing's two families!

……

In Fan's craftsman's workshop, Fan Jia was holding a half-piece that could only be called "primitive porcelain" in Zhao Wuxian's eyes. Whether it is caused or touched, it is far inferior to those "porcelain" that are placed on the table as a sample.

The more he looked, the more dissatisfied he became. The brows are furrowed more and more, and the jar in front of him is like pottery and porcelain. In his eyes, he seemed to have become the embodiment of Zhao Wuxian. Finally, Fan Jia lost his patience. Raise your hand violently and slam the can to the ground!

Syllable! The vessel hit the ground with a crunching sound, and it fell into dozens of fragments of various sizes, splashing in all directions.

The potters and merchants who were serving around suddenly shook their shoulders, and hurriedly bowed down to the chief and confessed to the death penalty.

Fan Jia pointed at them and scolded: "You still dare to claim to be the best potter in the Jin Kingdom, and after two months, you have made such a bad deal!?" ”

A few months ago. Fan Jia thought that he was successful in the matter of wheat flour, and he suppressed Zhao Wuxian, so he looked forward to self-pride. As a result, not only did he fail to hook up with Song Guole's beauties in the lower palace, but he was also punched by Zhao Wuxian and suffered a loss. After returning home, he learned that Fan's merchants had been defeated in Su City and Qitao City, so he was so angry that he vomited half a liter of blood on the spot.

Now. Fan Jia has already come out of that fiasco.

He has not been idle in the past few months, but has been thinking about counterattacks and reversals all the time.

In the matter of wheat flour, Fan Jia had nothing to do after struggling. The reason is simple. They don't have much wheat in Fan's family, not enough to grind it into wheat flour to enter the city. And because the Zhao family has a supply of 40,000 stone winter wheat in Chengxiang, the energy is continuously produced. The rest of the Qing clan could only watch as the Zhao family transported the cart of corn to the lower palace.

But Fan Jia had already discussed with his retainers and thought of a way to deal with it. Next year, a quarter of the acres of land will also be planted with winter wheat and spring wheat. In this way, the Zhao family will not be as focused on the wheat flour business as they are now.

But after all, we have to wait until the next year, and we will be left behind.

On the other hand, as an ancient clan with a thousand-year-old pottery tradition and thousands of potters, Fan Jia was very unwilling to fall behind in the lacquer pottery market.

In the past two months, because of the appearance of porcelain, Fan's lacquerware sales have dropped by a half.

The purchase of pottery by the public office and the princes was also greatly reduced, and they preferred new and beautiful porcelain. Among them, those who have many things compare Cheng porcelain to an elegant aristocratic lady, with a moth head and eyebrows, and hands like soft wattles; And Fan's pottery is like an ugly and lowly wild girl. Therefore, my fair lady, gentleman, coarse clothes and ugly face, only have the share of being abandoned from the beginning to the end.

Fan Jia felt that in the final analysis, the problem was still with the more than ten Lu potters who were bought by Zhao Wuxian from the human market half a year ago, maybe it was the secret recipe of Lu Guo?

For this reason, he sent people to Caoguo Taoyi, and even after searching for Ludi, he found nothing.

Now he can conclude that the porcelain in the world is only produced in the township, but if you want to mix it in, like taking wheat flour to make the secret recipe of porcelain, it becomes difficult.

The road leading to Chengxiang was originally just a few houses for people to drink water and rest, but now they have been replaced by several "pavilions".

Fan Jia sent more than a dozen fine works in a row, but they were either stopped in the well-inspected pavilion, or they were caught by the rangers after entering the vicinity of Chengxiang, and one of them had already touched the door, but was pounced on by a big dog like a wild shadow. These people have been missing since then, and Fan Jia doesn't know that most of these detained meticulous works are working as coolies in Chengxiang and repairing walls!

In desperation, Fan Jia could only find a way to order Fan's skilled potters to buy different kinds of porcelain from Chengxiang in the city and start researching.

Potters have different opinions on this artifact, and the only thing that can be confirmed is that it is a further processing of pottery. Some say that the kiln is not closed enough, some say that the furnace temperature is not high enough, and some people even mysteriously claim that Zhao Wuxian must have asked his Wu Zhu to sacrifice the Tao Tang clan with cattle and horses, and there are ghosts and gods to protect him, so that he can make exquisite porcelain.

Fan Jia really let people try, slaughtered a young concubine in a row, and poured human blood on the kiln. What can be fired is still like this, and it is far from the smooth and translucent porcelain with a sound like a chime.

That's why Fan Jia was furious, and now he has fallen into the paranoia of imitating Chengxiang porcelain and defeating Zhao Wuxian.

At this moment, a small official approached the house and said this and this in Fan Jia's ear.

"Zhao Ying is dead?"

Fan Jia's face suddenly turned happy.

"The general Zhao Qing is dead!" This is the most sensational statement in the market today.

Then he frowned again.

"Strange, in the past few days, the Zhao family doesn't seem to have moved. The merchants in Su City and Lacquer Pottery City jumped more happily. It's not like there's been a big change in the loss of the owner......"

He immediately sent someone to deliver the news to Fan's Chaoge City by car to report it to his grandfather and father who were stranded there. The messenger has just walked on his front foot. Outside the door, a subordinate came to report, saying that Shangjun Zuo Zhong Xingyin had sent someone over and asked Fan Jia to go to the house for a while.

"Uncle Zhongxing summoned me at this time, it must be related to Zhao Ying's life and death!" Fan Jia thought as he put on the deep coat and sword he had gone out.

If Zhao Ying is really dead, his enemy Zhao Wuxian will also lose his most important protection, and his grandfather and Zhongxing Bo have long wanted to attack the Zhao family, and now. What a great opportunity!

A smile appeared on the corner of Fan Jia's mouth, the day of his revenge may come soon, and even that Song Guonu is also in his bag.

He instructed his retainers: "Transporting the sword armor in the Fan family's palace out of the treasury, and the soldiers are strong, I will first go to discuss countermeasures with Uncle Zhongxing, and just wait for my grandfather to send back the news!" It's time to get your hands dirty! ”

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At this time, it was the fifth day since Zhao Ying was unconscious.

Zhao Wuxian had just finished another vigil. He was thinly dressed and stood on the wall to the west of the lower palace, looking southwest.

It stands to reason that the people of Qin Yue should have arrived in the lower palace yesterday. Now it's been a long time coming. Zhao Wuxian had already sent Yu Xi, who had come from Chengxiang to listen to Hou's dispatch, and divided the light knights into several teams, leaving a few horsemen to wait every few miles.

Zhao's situation still did not improve. He could only stand on the wall now, hoping for the final miracle to come.

It was late September. The sparse woods outside Shimonomiya Castle began to turn yellow, and an autumn wind swept in. made Zhao Wuxian also feel a chill.

At this moment, there was a burst of warmth behind her, it turned out to be Ji Huan, who put the autumn clothes she had made last month on Zhao Wuxian's body.

Ji Huan also wore a thick one today, the plain skirt was replaced by a white fur fur, and the little fox fur around her neck was still hunted by Zhao Wuxian when she hunted in the winter of last year.

But her beautiful face has lost the sunshine and charming warmth of the past, but has a bleak tone of worry and sadness.

It's like a flower covered with a dark mist.

After tying the autumn clothes carefully, Ji Huan said with disgust: "It's the season of giving clothes in September again, you are waiting by your father's side day and night, and you are still worried about many affairs in the lower palace, even if you have Cousin Zhang's help, and the spirit to recuperate for you, but if you don't pay attention to your body, you can't bear it." Father has been unknown for five days, and if so, if you are tired...... What should we do? ”

These days, Zhao Wuxian, who has been busy and hardworking, like Dong Anyu, has become the backbone of the Zhao family.

Of course, it is also the object that Ji Ying relies on, and Zhao Wuxian knows that no matter when, don't make your family feel unsafe.

So, Wuxian tried to put away his worries and stroked the back of Ji Huan's smooth hand to show comfort.

"Sister, don't worry, the people of Qin Yue will definitely be able to arrive today, and they will definitely be able to restore my father to the same as before! You and I have seen Ling's healing skills, and her teacher must be even more remarkable, and I heard that he can even do it. ”

Ji Huan raised her head and stared at Zhao Wuxian's smile, she knew her brother and understood any slight emotions and tone of his voice. At this moment, although he was very sure of what he said, he was not completely sure in his heart.

It was many years ago, Ji Ying was still in infancy, and she had no memory of the battle of swordsmen, but after the governor, she stared at her mother's arms with wide eyes, and listened to her tell about the terrible situations that happened during the siege months. Once her father's mountain collapsed, she had a hunch that although Wuxian worked hard, it would not be easy to control the situation, and when the time came, those tragic things would probably happen again.

After the initial grief and panic, she regained her attention, so she realized that her brother was making some extra preparations while he was on the surface.

So Ji Huan made up her mind, she gritted her teeth, got closer, and whispered to Zhao Wuxian: "Wuxian, don't hide it from me, if you want to leave, Sister, and Ling, will also go with you!" (To be continued......)

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