The palace of the king of Chu, the bear's heart that had been sitting for a day, waited from sunrise to sunset, the palace gate was closed, the oil lamp was lit, and he did not wait for the messengers sent by the Zhao, Jing, and Qu families to contact him.

Xiong Xin's mood passed little by little over time, from the initial complacency, to restlessness after a long wait, and then to the irrepressible disappointment when the sun went down, until the heart was like ashes when the palace door was closed.

After dinner, Xiong Xin dispersed all the people who served, and came to the temple alone where the spiritual thrones of the Chu State were placed, kneeling on the ground, full of grief and indignation.

"The ancestors and ancestors are above, and everyone in the world says that although the Chu State is destroyed, the Chu people still have their hearts towards the Xiong family, but the three families of Zhaojingqu, who were born in the Xiong family, only care about their own wealth and nowhere to live or die of the Xiong family, and the descendants of Xiong Xin really don't know how to revitalize the Great Chu. ”

"If the ancestors and ancestors have spirits in the sky, please give a guide, and the descendants of the ancestors are here to kowtow. ”

After Xiong Xin finished speaking, he kowtowed respectfully three times.

Even though he is a little smart, Xiong Xin is only a fourteen-year-old boy after all, and after carefully planning the support of the three families of Zhaojingqu failed miserably, he rushed to the doctor in a hurry, or sought comfort in his heart, and couldn't help but come to the temple to complain for help.

But what Xiong Xin placed in front of him, after all, was just a piece of ordinary tablet newly carved with high-grade Nanmu, and he couldn't respond.

After kneeling for a while, his legs were numb, and his heart was cold, Xiong Xin slowly got up, and the ancestors did not respond, so they could only rely on themselves.

At this time, a cold wind suddenly blew outside the temple, and he couldn't help but shiver in a slightly thin bear heart.

With a "clang", suddenly a stable spiritual statue fell from the shelf and smashed on the cold bluestone ground.

Xiong Xin was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the spirit position, carefully examined it, and found that there was no damage or cracks, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

When Xiong Xin found the place where the spirit seat was dropped and was about to put it back in place, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the name on the spirit seat, and his face couldn't help but be stunned, and the movements in his hands suddenly stopped.

"The position of the king of Chuzhuang"

Xiong Xin turned around and glanced outside the temple, under the faint starlight, it was calm, and there was no trace of wind.

Xiong Xin glanced down at the Zhuang Wang Lingzhu in his hand, his eyes were bright and shining.

"Ancestors and ancestors, are they hinting to me that they will prosper the Chu Kingdom like King Zhuang?"

This thought suddenly appeared in Xiong Xin's mind, and then it expanded irrepressibly.

The original heart full of loss and disappointment was swept away, and a wave of pride and enthusiasm replaced it: this king will definitely succeed in holding the Chu State in his hands, and then take the Chu State to dominate the world and come to the court from all directions.

Xiong Xin's pride lasted for dozens of breaths before it slowly calmed down.

I saw that his face was full of determination, and he gently wiped some of the dust on the spiritual seat of King Chuzhuang with his robe, held it with both hands and put it back in place, and respectfully kowtowed three times again, intending to leave.

For Xiong Xin, this trip to the temple is worth it.

The "hint of the ancestors" brought Xiong Xin infinite confidence, and he swept away the decadence in front of the Zongmiao, and began to think calmly, except for the three families of Zhaojingqu, who else is worth wooing.

After the restoration of the Chu State, there were countless descendants of the old Chu Xun and nobles who came from all over the country, dragging their families and mouths, and flocked to support the great cause of the restoration of the Chu State.

As for how much public heart and selfishness there is in this, only they know it.

The status and strength were there, and these people successfully entered the ranks of the new Chu nobles, and like their ancestors, "assisted" the king of Chu in controlling the Chu state.

Although the strength of these people is far inferior to the three Zhaojingqu families, the power in their hands should not be underestimated.

Moreover, there are not just one or two of these people, but hundreds, Xiong Xin estimates that if he can take all these people for his own use, his strength will be many times stronger than the three Zhaojingqu families.

Of course, it is impossible to accept all of them, and Xiong Xin is not so optimistic, he only thinks that he can accept half of them, and it is almost the same.

Well, tomorrow the king will let people prepare a list, and analyze and win them one by one, the lonely king doesn't believe it, the huge Chu State, is there not a single loyal minister?

Xiong Xin held his head high and strode out of the temple, as if the road was in front of him.

What Xiong Xin didn't know was that the moment he walked out of the Zongmiao, the originally intact spirit seat of King Chuzhuang suddenly cracked several thin cracks.

In particular, the word "king" is split in half from it, which seems to indicate some kind of ominousness.

......

Early in the morning of the second day, Xiong Xin asked the chief of internal affairs to go all out to collect and rank the strength of the large and small families in the city.

Although the head of internal affairs had some doubts about this, as the attendant of the king of Chu, he instinctively did his best to complete the matter.

At noon, the housekeeper sorted out a thick stack of rosters and sent them to Xiong Xin.

Xiong Xin then opened the first page, looking at the top item, a little stunned.

After half a ring, Xiong Xin took out a pen and added a bear character above the word item.

Then Xiong Xin threw away the first page introducing the Xiang family and the second page introducing the three families of Zhaojingqu, and seriously started from the third page.

The descendants of Ejun, the descendants of Shengjun, and the descendants of Yangchengjun......

Without exception, the ancestors of the top-ranked families are all those feudal lords of Old Chu.

It took an afternoon of watching the bear's heart, whose eyes were sour, to let people sort out these scattered rosters.

This time, Xiong Xin did not plan to personally recruit these families, because Song Yi had told him that with the identity of the king of Chu, his every move would be watched by others, so he should not act rashly.

Previously, when Zhaojingqu was recruited, Xiong Xinhui personally went out to make the horse, but there were other considerations.

First, the strength of the three is not weak, and it is worth taking some risks for him.

Second, in Xiong Xin's view, the three are all Chu State Offices, and the Xiong branch should fully support themselves.

But he knew all about it, so Xiong Xin didn't want to take this risk again.

When Song Yi was still alive before, Xiong Xin handed over these recruited jobs to him secretly.

Now that Song Yi died at the hands of Xiang Ji for no reason, Xiong Xin had to find another person to do it.

Thinking of this, Xiong Xin's dislike for Xiang became a little stronger.

"Xiang's immortality, Xiong's inability to prosper", this idea is deeply rooted in Xiong's heart.

Just as Xiong Xin was about to look for a new agent, an attendant hurriedly came to him, bowed and saluted: "Great King, there is a strange person from outside the palace, he said that the Great King is seriously ill and will be in danger of his life, and he has a magic method to heal. ”

When Xiong Xin heard this, he was furious and said: "Where did the bastard come from, he dared to curse the Lone King, why didn't you arrest him and punish him?"

Seeing Xiong Xin's anger, the chamberlain hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again, and said, "The king forgives the sin, and the minister is informing the guards to arrest him and dispose of it by the king." ”

Xiong Xin's face softened slightly, snorted coldly, waved his hand, and said, "Go ahead." ”

The chamberlain hurriedly got up from the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and planned to retreat.

Suddenly, the attendant's footsteps paused, and a hesitant look appeared on his face.

Xiong Xin was keenly aware of this, and asked with a frown, "What, is there anything else?"

The inner servant was heartbroken, gritted his teeth and said: "That strange man also said that the king's serious illness cannot be cured by the three Zhaojingqu families, only he can cure it, please think about it carefully." ”

Xiong Xin's face changed greatly when he heard this, his face was complicated and hesitated for a few breaths, and he said decisively: "Quickly invite this strange man in, the Lone King has something to ask him." ”

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