The Human Emperor

Wang shook up, good, everyone's fate is their own decision. Xu Qiqin, unlike him, didn't know what was going to happen in the future, but everything made her right. With or without himself, the Prince's ending was the same, and by contrast, whatever he did had no effect on him.

As Xu Qiqin said, fate is up to you.

“Ha ha, well, don't talk about it. Let's talk about the West Side. You're the only one who can fix this. In addition, I would also like to leave it to you to deal with the Turkmen merchant, Kuruyiger, who has just completed the first batch, followed by a few warhorse deals. Also, take care of the poisonous Hyderabad for me. The iron and steel city's silver costs almost seven hundred and seven hundred and eighty, and now we can only think of something else from the war horses. ”

Wang Chongdao.

“Oh, it's not that much trouble, if you need money, just sell the steel city on the triangle gap to the state, or build another steel city in the adjacent location and sell the pool to the court. You're the only one who knows how to build a steel city. And if we can build a base on the plateau and block the Us Tibetans out, then no matter how much it costs, I'm sure the lords in the court, as well as the Housekeepers, will be happy to pay for it. ”

Xu Qiqin smiled. In his face, he had a kind of lifting weight, surplus, convincing power, as if nothing in the world could hold her back.

“Buy a city? ”

Wang punched his eyes and turned back steeply. Although it is known that Xu Qiqin will be the famous logistics queen, Wang Chong did not think that her brain hole was so big that she could think of such an approach. In Datang, the construction of a city pool tends to be time-consuming and labour-intensive due to the backwardness of construction methods, and after costly costs, the table is often empty.

In contrast, Wang Chong's steel city appears to be costly, but rather saves a lot of working time compared to the same size of the city pool. Most importantly, the Iron City's war defense capabilities are unmatched by any pool. This is precisely what all the adults in the court desirably need.

“It's not just that, since you can negotiate with poisoners and become their exclusive agent in the Middle East, why can't you use the same thing in your steel city? And if you're worried that they're going to learn your Steel City technology, you can simply fill the walls of the entire city pool with iron juice, weld it together, and burn the drawings. Westerners are far less resourceful than Han people, even if they get the drawings, they don't necessarily use them. And there's not that much steel production to support, and it's also useless to know the secrets. ”

Xu Qiqin skirt swing gently at the hem, stood up from the seat and slowly walked behind Wang. The light waves in her eyes reveal infinite intelligence and wisdom, and a deeper insight into everything:

“… but the western realm is different, with barren areas, many of which are rocky. Your Iron City is of great use here. And the countries of the West are very wealthy, and countless gems, pearls, and onions, no matter how much you offer, I'm sure they'll buy it. More than that, the City of Steel is needed not only in the countries of the West, but also in terms of physical poisoning. Gold is not necessarily needed to trade goods, and you can build a steel city for them in exchange for Uzi steel in Hyderabad. And I'm sure they're very happy to accept that, after all, I've heard that poison is frequently attacked by other countries. So your deal can be much longer. ”

“Ha ha, good! Surely it is our Datang's talented lady, the future logistics queen, leave everything to you. ”

Wang Chung looked at Xu Qiqin, his eyes grew brighter and brighter. Finally, he couldn't bear to laugh.

……

Time slowly passed. No one but Wang Chong and Song Wang knew what was happening in the King. A few days later, at night, at the siemens of the palace, a shadow swayed and walked, walking a little drunk and walking out of the palace. The long figure was illuminated by the lantern behind him, pulling out the elder's shadow on the ground.

Come on, one more! Full! Full again...

From afar, only the man muttered to himself and said what only he could hear. If you look closely, you'll see the man wearing an official hat, red cheeks, obviously drunk.

Next Festival, come, all to Your Highness.

The weather is getting colder, the streets are getting less pedestrians, and only three or two people are walking to the bustling streets. Nevertheless, on either side of the street, the households have rolling white vapors that smell like cabbage filled with meat. On October 15th, the next Festival will be the day of the folk sacrifice of the ancestors and three great emperors.

By this day, all the private markets will be over early, and all the people will return home, eating dumplings of cabbage and meat, and sacrificing the pioneers.

Isn't this Lord Yang shooting from the left servant?

Suddenly a grunting carriage came from his ear. On the street, the man looked up drunk and saw a purple wagon, not knowing when he had stopped by. The curtains opened in the carriage, and a middle-aged man with a hat protruded from the inside.

Although he was dressed in plainclothes, he raised his hand and threw his foot and there was a bureaucracy that ordinary people did not have.

Lord Xia? What are you doing here?

Yang Chao burped, his eyes were dull and he recognized it at a glance.

Lord Yang, on such a cold day, why are you here alone? Go, go, go. Everybody's here. You're all alone.

The book called in the carriage.

Yang Chao was drunk and was about to refuse. Suddenly one hand reached out of the carriage and pulled him into the carriage. Go, Yang Chao only heard a scream in his ear, then the wheel spun, and drove forward.

Yang Zhaoxin was a little drunk. He didn't care where the carriage had passed and ended up. Just remember, when the carriage stopped, the two people pinched him out of the carriage and took him all the way to the liquor store.

Unlike the cold on the street outside, the hot air in the winery is like warm spring. In the tavern, there is a long bar, only about two feet and four inches long. The table is made of good sandalwood, painted with a layer of varnish, maintaining the original texture of sandalwood and displaying a beautiful woody fragrance.

On either side of the table, the white fog swept around, a figure of the road, either wearing a headband or a plainclothes, sitting at random by the table. The table was filled with hot drinks, and when Yang Chao came in, it was obvious that everyone had been drinking for a while. Nor did he look closely, and under the leadership of Xia Qiu book, he found a seat to sit down.

Along the way, he was handed glasses, chopsticks and plates, and another person picked up a bottle to fill him up.

Sir Yang, I'm sorry, Sir Cao over there, Sir Zhang is here too, I'll toast to two drinks.

The familiar sound of the book Xia Xiao came from his ear, almost distant. If not, Yang Chao smiled, waved his hand, and drank up the wine glass on the table. He didn't care.

Go, go, go!

Yang Chaoxing Zheng Zheng, combined with the warm and roasty atmosphere in the liquor building, listened to the staggered sounds in his ears, unconsciously affected, sordid picked up the wine glass on the table, one person poured his own drink, enjoyed himself.

I told you that the Fourth Prince was too aggressive. Horse riding was expressly forbidden in the palace. He actually rode the horse on the official road...

After a long time, just as Yang Chao was drinking, a drunken voice suddenly came from the other corner of the tavern, the voice was very high, and there was a resentment in the formation.

Fourth Prince?

Yang Chao hit a hiccup and immediately noticed the sound. He was familiar with it. He had a faint impression, as if he were a small official of the General Administration. But the man was still talking, cursing and scolding.

A prince is a great prince. A prince despises people! You can't even look at that horseshoe. You almost stepped on me!

The man scolded and burped with alcohol, looking more powerful than Yang Tide's drunken. There seemed to be someone beside him who was persuading him, but he was still unrelenting and continued to say, not knowing what he was saying:

Though every prince is likely to inherit the presidency, he will not be able to ascend the throne for many lifetimes, riding in the palace. Does he think he is a Turk? Boo!

Whistle!

The original noisy pub was quiet all at once, and the crowd looked at the drunken official.

Which official is this? That's outrageous.

Yang Chao listened to the man's curse and wondered why he was angry with the array in his heart.

He searched his mind for memories, hidden about what he remembered, Zhou Yu, the secretary of the department, a small officer with green beans and sesame seemed to have been a foreigner in the household, but then he was depressed in the official field, from the last trip of the foreigner to the secretary of the department, and made a small official who recorded his entry into and exit from the department.

However, Zhou Zheng seemed very drunk, and all the melancholy shouted out on this occasion. And speaking increasingly excessively.

There are rumours in the palace that the four princes have Turkic descent. In my opinion, he is the descendant of the Hu people. Riding a horse in the palace, riding straight up to the official road, with such morality, towards the center and the outside, which fool would support him? Tomorrow I will tell His Majesty that he will never be able to sit on this throne!

Zhou foul-mouthed.

Outrageous!

Yang Chao listened more and more, finally couldn't bear to shoot the case, scolded:

A little secretary of the general bureau, who is so ashamed to speak here, can you slander the Fourth Prince? The Four Princes are wise and divine. Why can't they be emperors? You don't support him. There are plenty of people who support him.

The more Yang Chao said, the more anxious he was, the more drunken and reddish his face became. His voice poured and he drank all the wine in his hand:

Whoa, whoa! Just you, Yang Chao? Can you tell? Can you tell? I'm telling you, the Fourth Prince is not worthy of being a prince, and even less worthy to inherit the presidency as emperor!

Zhou Qiang scolded over there, sounding louder than Yang Chao.