Chapter 148 Chi You Didn’t Lose Unjustly
Zhaojiacun.
When the messenger from Xianyang arrived here, the head of Zhaojia Village had a look of astonishment on his face.
"Why did I, a village chief, become the Lord of Hanyang?"
Zhao Shuang's flattered look made the envoy call him a bumpkin in his heart.
"This is the king's grace!"
The messenger was smiling. Although he looked down on this bumpkin from a poor ravine, he still had a smile on his face. Before leaving, Lu Buweike gave him a task to urge the Hanyang Lord to set off for Xianyang as soon as possible.
"Then when will your Majesty leave for Xianyang?"
"Going to Xianyang? You have to go, you have to go!"
Zhao Shuang nodded, as if he had just come out of a dream.
"But since I am meeting the king, I have to be more solemn. When I collect enough money to buy dozens of decent clothes for myself and my attendants, and a dozen carriages loaded with tributes, I will set off."
"How long will it take to wait?"
The envoy's face was full of question marks, but Zhao Shuang sighed leisurely.
"We are so poor here. It only takes two or three months for the silk, raw lacquer, and sauces produced in the village to be exchanged for money in Wancheng, a few hundred miles away!"
Two or three months?
"Ah! By the way, the people in the village caught an iron-eating beast from the mountains a few days ago. I don't know if anyone wants it. If someone is willing to bid, the days may be shortened."
"Iron-eating beast?"
The attendant behind the envoy accidentally mumbled something, but seeing Zhao Shuang's interest, he started talking eloquently.
"This iron-eating beast has a long history. It is said that when the Yellow Emperor fought against Chi You, he taught Xiong Zhen, Pi Xiu and Tiger, this iron-eating beast is it."
It was difficult to interrupt the envoy, but he heard Zhao Shuang speak for an hour, making him feel sleepy.
"So, this iron-eating beast is a sacred beast. If it can't be sold, it might as well be presented to the king."
After finally waiting for Zhao Shuang to finish speaking, the messenger was finally able to intervene.
"But Your Majesty, are these two or three months too long?"
"No matter how grandly you prepare for this audience with the king, how can you be careless?"
Zhao Shuang looked serious and cautious.
"Look at our poor place, there is nothing valuable. You adults have finally come here, but there is nothing to entertain you. Let's do this. I will let the villagers hunt some wild animals and pick some peaches for you. Take it back, sir!"
The envoy saw Zhao Shuang waving his hand, and the two eight-foot-tall heroic men beside him looked like they were seeing off guests. He wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't continue.
"I am resigning."
When Zhao Shuang saw the envoy from Xianyang exiting the house, he jumped up with joy on his face.
Mo Ya and Bai Feng fell from the roof into the house and lined up on both sides of Zhao Shuang.
"Lu Buwei wants to drag the Lord to Xianyang!"
Zhao Shuang was very happy. Lu Buwei's move may have had bad intentions, but it also solved the biggest problem that troubled Zhao Shuang.
Legalization of land.
With this title, Zhao Shuang can blatantly integrate the power of his land.
Compared with before, the biggest difference is that he can build city walls.
As for going to Xianyang?
"The most important thing at the moment is to build the Mo family's helm. Let's talk about it after this is completed!"
All the Mohist disciples in Qin and Chu needed a centralized place to give orders. This place must be secretive and be able to hide it from the eyes and ears of external forces and even the Yan and Zhao faction within the Mo family. Therefore, Zhao Shuang hid it in his own territory. Although it was dangerous, it could deceive others.
"Where's Lu Buwei?"
Zhao Shuang waved his hand and didn't care at all.
"Let's hold it off for now!"
Prime Minister's Mansion.
"The village is poor. When we collect the money, will we come to the capital to have an audience?"
Having just returned from Zhao Shuang's place, the envoy was kneeling on the ground in a place thousands of miles away, but he did not dare to say a word.
"It's because I didn't think well. You take one thousand gold, plus a hundred pieces of Shu brocade, twenty carriages, and some utensils to bring to the Prime Minister to Lord Hanyang and ask him to come to Xianyang immediately."
The envoy thought that Lu Buwei would be angry, but he was quite pleasant and showed no anger at all.
But the envoy was in trouble. Since ancient times, only the king has paid tribute to the princes. How can it be the other way around? It is not easy for him to reimburse the debt!
"Xiangbang, I can't leave this tent at the Young Mansion!"
"I'm out!"
Lu Buwei looked calm and said this, which made the envoy stunned.
"In addition, you are asking the imperial doctor in the palace to bring various medicines and go to Yongdi with you. You must bring Lord Hanyang back."
When the messenger retreated, Lu Buwei touched his beard and smiled slightly.
"This kid is really slippery!"
"Xiangbang, if Zhao Shuang keeps dragging it on, Xianyang and Yongyong are thousands of miles apart. Even if we go back and forth several times, it will take half a year!"
Lao Ai stood under Lu Buwei and said slightly. There is a rift between Zhao Ji and Lu Buwei, but they can still stick together because their common enemy Chenglong has not yet fallen.
Lu Buwei glanced at Lao Ai and asked.
"Is the snare ready?"
"Everything is ready, but if Zhao Shuang doesn't come, all the preparations will be in vain!"
"It doesn't matter, Zhao Shuang is just an introduction, Changping Lord and Cheng Xi are the biggest enemies. This arrangement is not just for Zhao Shuang."
When the messenger returned to Zhaojiacun with the imperial doctor, the separation lasted for a month.
During this month, the messenger went back and forth without even returning home.
Originally, he was wondering why Lu Xiangbang asked him to bring the imperial doctor here.
But when the messenger saw Zhao Shuang, who was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, he finally understood.
However, Lu Buwei guessed the beginning, but not the ending.
"That iron-eating beast is very ferocious and untamable. I was accidentally injured by it."
The imperial doctor can see through pretending to be sick, but what are you going to do about this trauma?
"Fortunately, I raised it first. If I sacrifice this iron-eating beast to Xianyang, something goes wrong and the nobles in Xianyang City are hurt, I will be a sinner!"
Zhao Shuang had a face that understood the righteousness and shared the king's worries. He looked so righteous and awe-inspiring, but when the messenger looked at the blood stain on his arm that he didn't know how to get, why did he want to cry so much!
Why don't you make this fake more realistic?
"Your Majesty! You go to Xianyang with the lower official. If you don't leave, the Prime Minister will have my head."
The envoy knelt in front of Zhao Shuang's bed, crying bitterly, looking extremely bitter.
"What are you doing? I can't bear it."
Zhao Shuang got up, but before he got up halfway, he lay back down and couldn't help coughing.
"I want to do it too, but the conditions really don't allow it!"
"If we didn't say that this iron-eating beast was a mythical beast, Chi You wouldn't have lost unjustly!"
Zhao Shuang sighed slightly, his face full of sadness.
"I was just lightly grabbed by this beast, and it felt like half of my soul was gone. I lost all my strength, and I don't know when I will be able to recover."
"Confucius said to respect ghosts and gods and keep them at a distance. The words of the sages are indeed profound. The power of this mythical beast is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary people!"
"As soon as I recover from my injury, I will go to Xianyang immediately, without delaying for a quarter of an hour. The Prime Minister is wise and I am sure he will forgive me."
At this point, the envoy saw that the two eight-foot-tall strong men from last time were in the standard posture of seeing off guests.
"Everyone, your Majesty wants to rest, please do so!"