Happy Little Scholar

"The evil spirits disperse, the evil spirits disperse..."

Qian Duoduo was talking nonsense and dancing in the hall as if he was crazy. The muscles on Qian Caishen's face twitched and he said angrily: "Don't be rude in front of His Highness!"

"Amitabha, the Infinite Heavenly Lord, the Supreme Lord is as anxious as the law, Om Mani Padme Hum..."

Qian Duoduo spoke plausibly and returned to his position, looking a little tired. After a fierce struggle with the evil ghost and winning, he was indeed tired.

The third prince looked at him, but stopped asking.

Yang Yanzhou glanced around and said: "These days, although we have won over many courtiers and greatly weakened the power of the eldest prince, the prince is still the prince. This progress is still not enough. We still need to do more. many……"

Qian Caishen took a sip of tea and said, "As far as I know, there is still a big force lurking around the prince, but it has not taken action. We have to guard against it."

Zhao Yi put down the tea cup and said slowly: "Holy religion."

The people here are all those who stirred up troubles in Qi State, so they naturally know what the Holy Religion is.

This is a huge force hidden among the people of Qi, so huge that it is shocking.

Led by the so-called "Tianhou Empress", they were distributed in all states and prefectures of Qi State, and even penetrated into government halls. They were a force that officials in the DPRK and even the emperor were extremely wary of.

The imperial court and His Majesty both wanted to get rid of it quickly, but this force was too powerful and mysterious. It only lay dormant on weekdays and did not cause much turmoil. Several times of purges ended without any cure.

Now that this force has colluded with the eldest prince, they need to be even more careful.

"Why don't you report this matter to Your Majesty?" Someone said loudly: "Your Majesty cannot tolerate the collusion between the eldest prince and the Holy Cult. This matter is enough to make him lose his position as prince."

"No." Yang Yanzhou shook his head and said, "In the eyes of all the officials and His Majesty, the imperial censors in the DPRK are all our people, not to mention whether His Majesty will believe it or think that we are framed. The evidence we have is too little, so rushing into it would be harmful rather than beneficial..."

Some people sighed: "Keeping this holy religion is a disaster after all. If the holy religion is not eliminated, we will have trouble sleeping at night..."

Eliminating the holy religion is easier said than done.

If the Holy Cult were so easy to get rid of, the imperial court would not have allowed them to appear in Qi.

Unable to get rid of it, and unable to condone it, things have reached a deadlock again.

Qian Caishen looked back at Qian Duoduo and asked, "Duoduo, what do you think about this matter?"

Qian Duoduo was holding the tea cup, sipping the tea in small sips. Hearing this, he looked at Qian Caishen and said, "I have no idea. Dad, is your tea cold? I'll give you some more..."

Qian Caishen looked at him and said, "Dad, I won't ask Taoist priests or monks to treat you anymore. You should talk nicely..."

"What can I have in mind..." Qian Duoduo put down his tea cup and said, "What about the holy religion? Just get rid of it. Just send troops to fight. What can I do?"

Someone frowned and said, "The holy religion usually lurks very deep and does not engage in rebellion. How and where do we fight? We waste money, manpower and material resources with no results. Won't the imperial court and His Majesty blame us?"

Qian Duoduo adjusted to a comfortable posture and said lazily: "Then I have no choice. If the Holy Cult doesn't rebel, how can you force them to rebel?"

The official blushed angrily: "You..."

"Wait a minute." Qian Caishen waved his hand, thought for a moment, looked at Zhao Yi, and said, "Your Highness, this is also a way."

Yang Yanzhou shook his head and said: "Although this method is good, it also has flaws. The matter of the Holy Religion is of great importance, and many people have been fooled by them. Only the eldest prince and the third prince can appease the people. The eldest prince is now in charge of the country. He holds great power, if he assigns the third prince to eliminate the rebels, won’t we return without success?”

Zhao Xiuwen nodded, "This is digging your own grave. This is not a good idea."

The others here were confused and had no idea what these people were talking about. They could only lower their heads and drink tea silently to hide the embarrassment on their faces.

Qian Caishen looked at Qian Duoduo again.

Before he could speak, Qian Duoduo stood up slowly and said, "Dad, I'm ill. I'm very ill. I won't recover for less than ten days and a half. I don't know anything, and I don't have any ideas. You guys talk, I Go back to sleep..."

After that, he wandered out.

The God of Money was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

He looked at the third prince and asked, "Your Highness, what is this plan?"

Zhao Yi nodded slightly.

Zhao Xiuwen laughed and said: "Very good!"

Yang Yanzhou stood up and said with a smile: "A stroke of genius, a stroke of genius..."

The rest of the crowd: "..."

What did they just say?

What are they talking about now?

Why can’t I understand a word I say?

…

The capital was already in chaos because of the battle between the eldest prince and the third prince. Today's urgent report to the capital dropped a huge boulder into the already turbulent lake, causing huge waves.

The Holy Cult in Huizhou was in rebellion. One day ago, dozens of Holy Cult rebels broke into the county government office and robbed all the money and food. Although there were no casualties in the county government office, Huizhou belongs to the Gyeonggi region, and some people dared to rebel in the Gyeonggi region. This is the first time in decades.

Although this incident was small, its impact was too serious. The court was in chaos. Even His Majesty, who had been ill for a long time, was alarmed by the incident. He rarely came to the court in person and strictly ordered the eldest prince to personally supervise the matter without making any mistakes!

The Holy Cult is different from other rebels. They are a strict organization and have considerable influence among the people. If the court sends troops to suppress them, there must be a prince with a corresponding status to take charge.

In Beijing today, only the eldest prince and the third prince fit the bill.

But the third prince had fallen ill five days ago and was bedridden. This burden could only fall on the shoulders of the eldest prince.

Prince Heng's Mansion.

Zhao Zheng was roaring at the young man named Fang.

"Tell me, tell me, what are your people doing, attacking the government offices, are you going to rebel, are you going to rebel?" Zhao Zheng's face turned red, and he said angrily: "You know what this incident has brought to this king What a trouble!”

"This is impossible!" Fang Yu said with a gloomy face: "Without the order of the empress, the members of the Holy Religion will not make the decision without authorization. This must be a trap!"

"Construction?" Zhao Zheng looked at him and became even more angry, "Besides you, who else has such great power? If not you, could it be Zhao Yi!"

"The Huiyuan County Magistrate is one of ours." Fang Yu looked up at him and said expressionlessly: "We want to capture the Huiyuan County Government, so there is no need to do this."

Zhao Zheng looked at him with a gloomy expression, and asked in surprise: "You mean, Zhao Yi put this on you to suppress your holy religion?"

Fang Yu looked at him and said calmly: "Don't His Highness the Crown Prince already know what he is for?"

Zhao Zheng sat back down again, his expression becoming even gloomier.

The Holy Religion is his strong backing. In these days, he has lost too many battles with Zhao Yi. He still hopes that the Holy Religion can help him make a comeback. How can he eradicate them?

But his father had given him a death order, and he couldn't ignore it. If he couldn't make any achievements, what would his father and the courtiers think of him? Zhao Yi would probably go crazy laughing, right?

He thought for a moment, then suddenly showed a sneer on his face, and said: "Zhao Yi, you should solve the problem yourself. I will send you to Huizhou to suppress the bandits. Do you dare to resist the order?"

Behind him, an old man took a step forward and reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, have you forgotten that Prince Feng fell ill five days ago. He is seriously ill and cannot get out of bed. The imperial doctor said that he must rest for at least a month..."

"What did you say!"

After a while, there were roars and curses in the hall, as well as the sound of tables and chairs clashing for a long time.