On the carriage outside Wu Mansion, Teng Cangkong saw Ma Zan with a smile on his face, and his mood was a lot lighter than last time. He couldn't help but jokingly said, "His Royal Highness, what happy event has he met?"
"Happy event?" Ma Zan was taken aback, and then he laughed: "Of course it is a happy event. The strange smell on this prince has completely disappeared from today. Do you think this is a happy event?"
Teng Cangkong, who reacted, couldn't help but smile: "It is indeed a gratifying thing. I didn't expect Wu Zheng to have such medical skills at a young age. Jiang Shui Yao Wang is really not easy! Such a prince must be good. Keep it, not to mention anything else, at least this person can save his life at the critical moment."
"But my Uncle Sanhuang seems to be making his mind. How can this be good?"
Tengkong smiled and said: "His Royal Highness Zuo shouldn't worry about it. I want to say that His Highness Left King had some kindness to him before, but since the last time he was so disturbed by Ye Dongcheng, that little favor and Xiaohui has long since disappeared.
Speaking of it, I still can’t figure it out until now. When did the dignified Royal Highness Zuo Wang’s eyes become so short and shallow, Wu Zheng, who has such a magical skill, is actually inferior to a rebellious Ye in his eyes. Dongcheng? "
"Maybe my uncle has his considerations too! By the way, have you checked out the tribes of my second uncle? How many tribes are there now with Ye Dongcheng?"
"It's all found out. Except for Qingtang and Zhe, the other ministries have been secretly cast under his sect."
Ma Zan couldn't help being surprised: "So fast? How did Ye Dongcheng do it?"
Teng Cangkong smiled and said: "His Royal Highness, don't be surprised. Those small tribes are just verbal promises. Before Qingtang and Zhena did not set an example, the promises made by those people were like a fortress on the sand. Naturally, there is no trace.
In the final analysis, this kind of thing depends not on a eloquent mouth, but on strength. Those small tribes couldn't see Ye Dongcheng's Jinliang, but Qingtang and Zhe were not stupid, as long as the two parts did not nod, those verbal promises would be a polite remark.
So Ye Dongcheng wants to completely support these tribes. I think he has two ways to go. One is naturally to bring tangible benefits to those tribes in a short period of time.
For example, like the last time, rushing across the siege of the king’s capital, with military merits, each tribe will naturally get a lot of rewards, and this Ye Dongcheng, who can take them to victory, will have a good reputation. Will be in the midst of these tribes.
Although this method is good, a decent war in Tuyuhun today will basically not occur, and it is unlikely that this foreign enemy will invade for at least five years.
Then the second way is to use tricks to force the heads of these two parts to nod their heads. Although the effect of taking this path is not as good as the results of the previous path, it saves time and effort. Basically, there is no need to take any risks or effort, as long as the opportunity is spotted and the right trick is used. "
"For example?"
"For example, in this autumn hunt, a Qingtang or Zhe's person jumped out to assassinate the King Zuo..."
"Ye Dongcheng has such courage?"
Teng Cangkong smiled slightly: "This person is not only courageous, but also very good at seizing opportunities, otherwise he, the bereaved dog who escaped to my Tuyuhun, would not have become my Tuyuhun's national teacher in such a short two years. It's a pity. That Yu Ji was killed by Ye Dongcheng, otherwise as long as you catch this person and ask, you will know everything."
"The day of autumn hunting is coming soon, so I have to ask Mr. Toteng to investigate the matter thoroughly as soon as possible."
It might be because of the rain. It got dark earlier today, but it was almost dark, and Xiao Qiao didn't see him back.
Wu Zheng wasn't worried that Xiao Qiao would be captured by Ye Dongcheng, after all, Ye Dongcheng was a bad guy, but he still had a good reputation. It's just that he won't go home after dark, which still makes Wu Zheng a little worried.
Wu Zheng stood at the door and looked at it for a while. When Xiao Qiao came back, he planned to eat first, but when he turned around, he was shocked.
There was a man sitting at his own table, an old man with a beard in a black robe, with blue cheekbones, high eye sockets and sunken eyes. Such a face was short-lived.
However, there are many things in this world that are inaccurate. Otherwise, just how he, a dying person, got in, it would be impossible for himself who had been guarding the door to not know.
"This old gentleman, I don't seem to invite you to my house for dinner!" Wu Zheng said... (End of this chapter)