Chapter 2 The Return of the King

"Your Highness, what are you doing with the inkstone?"

Zhang Han noticed the blood on the inkstone and immediately stuttered. Read М

"Come here, Your Highness is crazy again, take him back!"

He stopped talking, and Zhao Xu hit him on the forehead with an inkstone.

"Bang!" With a sound, Zhang Han's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground, blood flowing from his head. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Feng'er and Luan'er looked terrified and took a few steps back.

In their opinion, Zhao Xu's madness had recurred, and it might be their turn next.

Zhao Xu was stunned.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, he grinned and smiled.

These two little maids, one with peach blossom face, phoenix eyes, and charming appearance.

One with almond blossom eyes, oval face, and a delicate and innocent look, all with skin as white as snow, graceful and slender.

But what Zhao Xu didn't know was that his smile at this time was more like the smile of a murderer to them.

So the two of them squeezed together like little rabbits.

"Feng'er, Luan'er, what's wrong with you? Is this king scary?" Zhao Xu spread his hands and realized that he was still holding the inkstone in his hand, so he threw it on the ground.

"Your Highness..."

Feng'er and Luan'er were shocked and unbelievable when they heard this.

Since the Ninth Prince went crazy, he never said a word, and could only make sounds like "Ahhh".

"What? My madness has been cured, aren't you happy?" Zhao Xu sat down on the chair.

He had to declare to the whole palace that he was not crazy or stupid.

In this way, he could take back his power as the King of Yan naturally.

"Your Highness is really good at talking!" Feng'er tightly grasped Luan'er's arm, and Zhao Xu's normal words made them burst into tears instantly.

They had no relatives, and they came to this remote frontier with only the Ninth Prince as their companion.

Even if the Ninth Prince's madness improved a little, they would be happy for a few days.

What's more, now the Ninth Prince has normal speech.

Feng'er was bold and took a few steps forward, her eyes full of expectation, and asked, "If Your Highness is really healed, do you know your identity?"

"I am Zhao Xu, the ninth prince of Dasong." Zhao Xu raised his lips, "If you don't believe me, you can ask me something more private."

When the two heard this, red clouds flew up their cheeks.

Maids are different from maids.

Maids who clean, boil water, wash and cook are just miscellaneous maids.

And they are closer, responsible for Zhao Xu's diet and daily life.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry..."

Just then, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from outside.

The servant who was knocked unconscious by Zhao Xu covered his head and rushed in with seven green-clothed servants.

"Master Wang!"

The servant who was guarding Zhao Xu saw Zhang Han lying in a pool of blood and cried out in grief.

Pointing at Zhao Xu who was sitting on the chair, he turned his head and said to the other servants fiercely: "What are you still standing there for! Take this mad king back."

The servants thought that this was another farce of the mad king as usual, and they were about to rush forward.

"The king's madness has been cured, and those who are not afraid of death can come over." Zhao Xu shouted, posing as a king.

The more critical the moment, the more he cannot be cowardly.

The situation in the palace is very dangerous, and he must go all out.

"Your Highness can talk!"

Hearing this, the servants retreated several steps as if they saw a ghost.

"How dare you! All of you retreat, Your Highness is fine now." Feng'er scolded.

They will not let these people lock the ninth prince in the bedroom again.

"Nonsense! The King of Yan has recovered from his madness, how could he beat the King's tutor like this." The guarding servant panicked immediately.

He knew how he and Zhang Han treated Zhao Xu behind the backs of the palace in the past three months.

If the King of Yan recovers, he will definitely die.

So it's best if the King of Yan is crazy, or he has to be crazy if he's not crazy. He must not be allowed to take control of the power of the palace.

"Hmph, you daring dog slave, you still dare to talk nonsense in front of me and confuse right and wrong. You have humiliated me many times when I was sick. This is a capital crime. Come on, take him down for me." Zhao Xu shouted angrily.

"Hahaha... Can you believe what a madman says? These two bitches must have used the mad king to murder the king's tutor and steal the power of Yan County. Arrest them together." The guarding servant had a fierce look in his eyes and strode forward to catch Zhao Xu.

But before he took the second step, he heard a muffled "dong".

The guarding servant fell straight down again.

A servant in his early twenties, with a square head and a face as red as a date, stood behind the guarding servant at this time, and the stick in his hand was still suspended in the air.

"Bah, a little servant, dare to offend the King of Yan, looking for death." The young servant looked sarcastic.

Everyone in the bedroom was stunned.

Zhao Xu came back to his senses and asked with a smile, "What's your name? You have a promising future. From today on, I will make you a top-class servant in the palace and serve me."

A servant chose to stand on his side, which greatly boosted his confidence.

Reward him immediately to shake the minds of others.

"My humble servant Liu Fu, thank you for your grace, Your Highness." The young servant was full of smiles, threw away the stick, knelt on the ground and thanked the prince repeatedly.

When the other servants saw this, they looked at each other, rolled up their sleeves and punched and kicked the guarding servant, using all their strength.

Usually, this guarding servant relied on Zhang Han and was domineering in the palace.

Now the wind direction of the palace is about to change. Of course, there is revenge and grievance, and it can also take the opportunity to show loyalty to the King of Yan.

"Those who know the current affairs are heroes. Yes, I will also promote you to high-class servants. As long as you are loyal to the king, your benefits will be indispensable." Zhao Xu gave them a "you understand" look.

"Thank you, Your Highness." The servant knelt down and kowtowed.

King Yan's words were so sharp that he was back to normal.

"Drag Zhang Han and this dog slave down and kill them the next day." Zhao Xu waved his hand at this time.

He was right in his bet. A prince with a right mind would still be intimidating in the palace.

"I wonder what happened to the fiefdom due to this Zhang Han?"

As he watched his servant leave, he suddenly thought of his current situation, and another ten thousand horses were galloping in his heart.

From memory.

The world he came to seems to be a parallel time and space.

Except for some similarities in ancient myths and legends, the history here is completely different from contemporary times.

Here there was no Qin Shihuang to unify the six kingdoms, no Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty to drive the Huns from the north, and there was no flourishing Tang Dynasty.

This has its own unique developmental trajectory.

Therefore, the history here cannot be measured from the perspective of contemporary history.

After all, the development of history is accidental, and the choice of a historical figure can make the entire civilization leap forward or backward.

And there are quite a few weird characters in the history here.

"In the two hundred and forty years since the founding of Dasong, the imperial power and powerful clans have jointly ruled the world. Now that the imperial power has declined, power is almost controlled by the eight powerful clans." Zhao Xu searched in his memory.

More than two hundred years is basically the life cycle of a dynasty.

The same is true for Dasong. After more than two hundred years, the accumulated evils have been hard to eliminate, and land annexation has reached an extreme level. It can be said that the rich are separated from each other by fields, while the poor have no place to stand.

In recent years, the eight powerful clans of Wang, Dou, Ma, Han, Liang, Fan, Xie and Xiao have become more and more likely to form separate factions.

In the north, a Jurchen clan named Beidi has risen and has the ambition to take over the Central Plains.

In the northwest, a Xianbei tribe called Xiliang also fought with Dasong every year.

The Tubo in the southwest and the Jiaozhi and Piao barbarians in the south are also not good candidates.

At sea, pirates from Japan and Korea were rampant, and it was said that there were privateers from the West carrying artillery rampant in the depths of the ocean.

Therefore, in order to prevent coastal profiteers from colluding with pirates to plunder the coast, Dasong banned the sea a hundred years ago.

All of the above, it can be said that today's Dasung house is leaking and it rains all night, and there is a danger of overturning at any time.

Unfortunately, his fiefdom was in one of these conflict vortexes, and it was the most dangerous one.

There are twenty-one states in the country, with seven counties in each state.

The Yanjun County of Yanzhou where he was located was located at the northernmost point of the Dasong territory, directly facing Beidi, which claimed to have millions of cavalry.

Although there are dangerous mountains and rivers in Dasong, Beidi is temporarily unable to attack the northern border.

But every autumn and winter, large groups of Beidi cavalry still entered Yanzhou from the Yanshan Trail to plunder.

To the west of Yanzhou, Xiliang has encroached into Jinzhou, which is adjacent to Yanzhou.

If Jinzhou falls, Yanzhou will be attacked from both sides.

In a place like this, not only would his fiefdom be barren due to plunder, but he might soon have to change the king's flag at the top of the city.

"This start is too difficult..." Zhao Xu looked confused. Compared with the current crisis, Zhang Han was nothing more than a bastard.

The abnormal history makes Dasong's technological level equivalent to that of the contemporary Song and Yuan Dynasties.

But the West already has warships loaded with artillery, and this is at least what it looked like after the 17th and 18th centuries.

He was mumbling to himself when he suddenly felt his head jolt, and countless data, formulas, drawings, and technical processes erupted in his mind like a volcano.

"Biological chip!" Zhao Xu was horrified.

It turns out that this is a cutting-edge scientific research, more advanced than the so-called brain-computer interface of a certain country.

This biological chip stores all knowledge from ancient times to the present, as well as the most advanced technology currently available.

As long as the chip is connected to the human brain, the human brain is equivalent to loading a hard disk and mastering all the knowledge in it.

"It turns out that the experiment was not a scam." Zhao Xu's heart beat unfavorably. There was no doubt that the knowledge in the biochip had traveled with him.

With this, maybe everything isn't so bad after all.