With Song Lanyi's mention, Zhu Chuanye seems to have opened the door to a new world.

He couldn't wait to run back to King Qi's mansion, and as soon as he entered the courtyard door, he ran to the study, took out an ink pen and white paper, and wrote hard there.

His movement is not insignificant.

Even Mrs. Zhang and Zhu Ji, one of the left-behind children, inquired about Song Lanyi intentionally or unintentionally.

In the past, this kid had a headache when he saw books, and he couldn't wait to turn around and leave.

How can you take the initiative to hold a pen and write today?

It's like a different person.

Faced with these questions, Song Lanyi just smiled slightly, and said in an ominous voice, "People will always change." ”

The other side.

More than a month has passed since King Qi conquered the world.

In the eyes of the outside world, King Qi, who was proud of the spring breeze, was facing a dilemma that made him anxious at the moment.

"Lord, the water of the Wei River in the east is cut off, and the celestial phenomena are intervened by the dragon vein of the Jinling Imperial Road, according to the feng shui wizards, it seems that the stars at night may be afraid that there will be a big drought in the future, and I am afraid of a shortage of food."

King Qi sat in the first place, his uniform had not yet been taken off, and there was deep tiredness in his eyes.

His index finger tapped lightly on the armrest, making a dull and regular tuk tuk sound.

He frowned, "In your opinion, what should I do?" ”

The doorman below pondered for a moment, "The root of the matter should be food." If it is a warehouse, even if there is a great drought, it should be worry-free. ”

King Qi stared at the doorman for a long time, and then asked faintly, "Then how to make the warehouse sufficient?" ”

When the doorman said this, he couldn't help but say, "If you want a good year, you need to have good weather and no locust plagues and insect pests, so that you can harvest a large amount of grain."

After hearing this, King Qi picked up an inkstone at his hand and threw it at the guest, "Fuck you, I asked you if you survive the disaster year, you said you would have enough food." I asked you how to make enough food, and you said that the wind and rain should be smooth. If I can fucking get the wind and the rain right, will it still be a disaster year? ”

As he spoke, he glared at the doorman with hatred.

The doorman was stunned, and only later realized that he seemed to have said some nonsense.

When the guest heard this, his cheeks flushed, and he didn't dare to speak.

King Qi stood up and walked repeatedly in the hall, his eyebrows furrowed, forming a deep "Chuan" character.

At this moment, another strategist said as if unintentionally, "Lord Wang, there are two solutions to the top priority. First, to breed high-yielding, drought-tolerant seeds. ”

When King Qi heard this, he just shook his head, "Although this method is good, it is too difficult and takes too long. Now that the drought is imminent, I am afraid that it will not be possible to cultivate two suitable ones in a short period of time."

"In that case, we have to come up with another way." ”

King Qi showed an interested look at the right time, and said softly, "Oh? ”

The strategist immediately spoke, "The so-called second method is naturally to hold a poetry meeting and create poems to pray for rain, so as to alleviate the drought. ”

King Qi rubbed the jasper wrench in his hand, his expression was calm, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

The strategist was not in a hurry, but just bowed and waited for the next development.

In the silence, I heard a knock on the door outside the study.

The tips of the strategist's ears moved, and on the surface he was silent, but in fact, there was already a smile in his eyes.

King Qi was interrupted all of a sudden, and a look of uncertainty appeared on his face.

It's just that when his mental power came out and found that the person who came was none other than his sixth son, Zhu Bing, his angry face faded a little.

Zhu Bingnai is the concubine born to a servant girl, and he has always been well-behaved and obedient on weekdays.

Even though he can't compare to Zhu Ji and Zhu Chuanye in King Qi's heart, he still has a bit of father-son affection after all.

King Qi rubbed his eyebrows and said lightly, "Come in." ”

As soon as Zhu Bing stepped into the study, there was an uncontrollable joy on his face.

He knelt down and said directly, "Congratulations to my father, this time there was a great drought in Beiliang, and the literati from all over the world went to Tengyuan Pavilion to hold a rain prayer poetry meeting to praise my father's merits, so as to survive the drought and stabilize the morale of the army." ”

As he spoke, Zhu Bing lowered his head, but there was still complacency on his face.

Now Zhu Ji and Zhu Chuanye's two sons-in-law are far away in Beiliang, and now is the best time for him to curry favor with King Qi.

It's just that when he was thinking wildly, the atmosphere around him gradually became depressing and scary.

After a long time, King Qi's eyes turned cold, as if he had no intention of saying, "Is this your idea alone?"

Zhu Bing thought that this was to reward meritorious deeds.

He immediately smiled and said, "This is all the result of the son pulling the rope and pulling the string alone, it is what the son should do, and the father does not have to reward me." ”

"Bang!"

A tea cup smashed directly on Zhu Bing's forehead.

There was still red blood on his forehead, and it was winding all the way down, looking extremely hideous and terrifying.

Zhu Bing was stunned, not knowing how things could have evolved like this.

Logically speaking, shouldn't his father reward him for his meritorious deeds?

King Qi sneered, "Before I conquered this world, you had already given birth to such a mind. At the time of the Jingjing, I made friends with my family and promised fame and fortune, but I am afraid that if I don't finish the world, this half of the country has already been carved up by unfilial sons like you! ”

When Zhu Bing heard the sentence "unfilial son", his face turned pale.

If King Qi really ascends the throne of God in the future, just the evaluation of "unfilial son" will be recorded in the history books by the officials who live in the note, and will be judged by future generations, leaving a stench for thousands of years.

Zhu Bing only felt that the sky was spinning in front of him, and then it was dark, and he actually had a feeling of escaping in a dream.

The strategist behind him was in a hurry, knelt down in front of King Qi, and mourned, "Lord Wang, what His Royal Highness Bing has done is selfish, but more, I'm afraid it's just to be able to share the worries of the prince!" ”

He paused, as if hesitating.

King Qi turned around and wanted to pick up a guy and smash it over, but found that there was nothing else around him except the jade seal.

He could only endure this breath, and he didn't have a good breath, "A man, what does it look like to speak heavily." Give you three breaths, love to say it or not. After three breaths, I don't want to hear it if you say it again. ”

The strategist's heart trembled, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

But now, he can only continue.

"What His Highness Bing did is certainly inappropriate. But on the battlefield, he is a good man who fights side by side with the soldiers, brave and good at fighting, and is recognized by the three armies. Unlike His Royal Highness Shizi and Ye...... Stay in the rear......"

Quiescence.

There was utter silence.

When these words came out, King Qi did not have the anger that the strategists imagined, but was silent and terrifying.

It was this silence that made the strategists feel uneasy.

At this moment, he would rather King Qi scold than be like now, not being able to figure out the depth at all.

And at this moment, an urgent report came from outside the study.

"Report - there is an urgent report from Beiliang City!"

ps: I went to Suzhou the day before yesterday...... But the state collapsed again, alas, sometimes, I always feel that I am useless, always controlled by emotions, I don't know how those who heal themselves without relying on drugs do it. But this time the slump has been much shorter, which can be regarded as good news. You have to be cautious about your next trip, and if you're in a state like me, you'd better travel as little as possible.

(End of chapter)