Harrencha and Wu Liba had been at each other's throats for many years and had always been at a disadvantage.
Now that he had the help of an advisor, he was like a tiger that had grown wings. There were signs that he would replace Wu Liba as the Wise One.
Speaking of advisors, Harrencha's lips curled into a smug smile.
He hated scholars, but he also knew that if the north borderline wanted to be strong and prosperous, the brains of those scholars were indispensable.
Coincidentally, among the slaves he bought, there was a scholar who came from a poor family. Moreover, he was a talented person with the ability to rule the world!
Not only did Haluncha free him from his slave status, he even put him in an important position and provided him with a luxurious life.
There was a saying in the Central Plains that went like this — a scholar would die for his bosom friend!
Harrencha felt that the fact that he had saved his advisor's life was enough for him to sacrifice his life for him.
Sure enough, that advisor also had the temperament of a Confucian scholar. He wholeheartedly wanted to repay Harrencha for saving his life.
Ever since he received the guidance of his advisor, Harrencha quickly recruited his own group of forces in the imperial court.
In order to consolidate his power, the advisor also offered an elixir formula —
Hanshi powder!
Hanshi powder was a miraculous medicine that was highly recommended by the aristocratic families of the central plains. Quite a number of scholars liked to consume it during gatherings to stimulate their own inspiration. After consuming it, one's mind would be clear, as if they were being assisted by God. Furthermore, it would have the miraculous effect of prolonging one's life and replenishing one's Yang energy!
Harrencha had some doubts at first, but after careful investigation, he confirmed that his advisor was not lying.
Hanshi powder was indeed a good thing, only the rich and powerful aristocratic families had the right to consume it.
Harrenza ate the Amway.
However, good things could not be enjoyed by himself. He first thought of the King of the Northern Borderline.
By offering the prescription of the Hanshi powder, Harrencha gained even more trust from the King of the Northern Borderline.
"Mister's foresight is truly divine. Your guess is indeed accurate."
Haruncha imitated the scholars of the Central Plains and bowed with cupped fists. Unfortunately, his movements were not standard and looked somewhat comical.
The advisor said, "Congratulations, my lord. The bitterness has finally come to an end."
Haruncha laughed heartily, saying, "If not for Sir's help, how could Haruncha be here today?"
After bragging to each other, Harrencha rubbed his hands and asked his advisor.
"Sir, what should we do next? That old man Wu Liba is not easy to deal with. I'm afraid he will make a comeback. "
A centipede dies but does not fall down. No matter what, Wu Liba was a famous sage of the Northern Borderline.
"My lord, don't panic." The advisor smiled coldly. "That Wu Liba won't be jumping around for long."
Harrencha felt more at ease.
The two of them plotted for a while more before Harrencha left the advisor's tent, satisfied.
After Harrencha left, the well-dressed advisor's face turned cold as he stood in the tent, deep in thought.
The advisor snorted. "Wei Zixiao, what are you up to?"
At the same time, Wei Ci rushed to Chongzhou. He changed horses a few times before he reached Chongzhou.
Feng Zhen snorted coldly and said, "Wei Zixiao, what do you have up your sleeve?"
Wei Ci said, "Panacea."
Feng Zhen choked.
Qiguan Rang frowned. "Does Zixiao have other plans?"
They planned to evacuate the merchants from the Northern Borderline and stop buying wool and rabbits, allowing the Northern Borderline to descend into chaos.
If the herdsmen could not sell their rabbits and goats, it would inevitably lead to civil unrest.
Even if it couldn't shake the Northern Border Imperial Court, it could cause the tribes in the Northern Border to be at odds.
Unexpectedly, Wei Ci refused and wanted to continue buying.
"Of course." Wei Ci suddenly said something shocking. He said, "The King of the Northern Borderline will not live for long."
Everyone in the tent widened their eyes in shock and looked at Wei Ci.
"When did you get the information?"
Wei Ci said, "There is no information."
Feng Zhen pressed his throbbing brows and said impatiently, "Say everything at once, don't say one sentence at a time."
Wei Ci gave Feng Zhen a meaningful look, which made the other party feel baffled.
"The King of the Northern Borderline is addicted to Hanshi powder, he takes it without restraint … His body is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, he won't live for long."
Hanshi powder?
Hearing these three words, Feng Zhen shuddered subconsciously.
He had no choice, the experience of being forced to quit by Jiang Pengji was too deep. Occasionally, he would dream about it in the middle of the night and be scared awake.
"Are you sure?"
Wei Ci said, "Absolutely sure."
Feng Zhen's heart skipped a beat. "Wait — could it be … you are plotting something again?"
Wei Ci said, "It's nothing."
After saying that, he refused to continue, making Feng Zhen and Qiguan Rang so angry that they wanted to hit him.
Jiang Pengji, who was sitting at the head of the table, laughed and said, "Zixiao, don't tease him, in case he quits."
Wei Ci nodded slightly and did not answer directly. Instead, he mentioned another matter. "I am supervising the construction of the provincial government in Shangjing. Someone came to visit me at night. This person is a slave, an old escaped slave. He said to Ci that he wants to enter the lord's tent and serve her … "
Feng Zhen said in surprise, "An old escaped slave? And he wants to recommend himself? Could it be that this person has some background? "
"This person does indeed have a background. He is Sun Wen of Zhongzhao, his name is Zaidao."
"Sun Zaidao? This … I have never heard of him. "
Wei Ci said, "Of course you have not heard of him, because this person is in his forties and is not famous yet."
Although he was not famous, Wei Ci was very clear that Sun Zaidao was a tough character to deal with.
A great talent matured slowly, entering the Nie family of Zhongzhao at the age of 48, suppressing countless geniuses and securing the position of the chief military advisor.
If the Nie family was able to expand rapidly in the early stages, it was all because of that genius who died young. In the later stages, it was because of Sun Wen that they were able to dominate a region.
When Feng Zhen heard that Sun Wen was still mediocre in his forties, he was surprised, but he did not show it on his face.
"If this Sun Zaidao was not capable, Zixiao would not have mentioned him on purpose, right?"
Wei Ci nodded. "This person matured slowly. Although he is old, in terms of scheming ability, I am inferior to him."
He was better at internal affairs and was weaker at scheming. Sun Wen was the complete opposite.
"If that is the case, then how did he become an escaped slave? Or was he an escaped slave from Zhongzhao? "
Wei Ci said, "This is a long story. Sun Wen was a low-ranking official in Zhongzhao. Logically, he would not have offended any important people. However, he had a clever son who showed off his abilities but did not know how to restrain himself. During a gathering, Sun Wen's son accidentally offended the Nie family of Bianzhou and was convicted because of his words. Sun Wen's son was beaten and his leg was lame. He caught a cold on the way to his banishment and died. Sun Wen's wife died of illness out of grief, and his daughter-in-law … In order to survive, Sun Wen could only take his young grandson and escape. They begged everywhere and ended up in Dongqing … "
Wei Ci could never have imagined that Sun Wen, who was known as the wise man of the Nie family, would end up in such a pitiful state.
Even in his previous life, when Sun Wen was defeated, he carefully burned incense, bathed, wore new clothes, and committed suicide with a smile.
Wei Ci had seen Sun Wen's body, but he could not connect the Sun Wen in his memory with the pitiful old man he saw.
"This, this is also a pitiful state …" Feng Zhen sighed. "But what does this Sun Wen have to do with you not agreeing to evacuate the merchants?"
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