Chapter 168 Does Lord Song usually meddle in other people's business?

Xie Lin leaned over to look at the notepad he had just sent. The content was really eye-opening.

"Chen Xiaozhao, it seems that your prince brother is in big trouble this time."

Such ministers with high status in the gentry all wanted to support other princes, which was not a good thing for the prince.

Chen Qianzhao's expression was indifferent, "It's quite troublesome. After all, my third brother has started to make a move."

Xie Lin took the notepad that Chen Qianzhao had finished reading and flipped it over and looked carefully. "Indeed, recently the third prince secretly invited several neutral gentry ministers in the court to the mansion, probably to secretly win over it."

Now that His Highness the Crown Prince has just proposed the new policy, the people from the third prince’s camp have begun to be unable to bear to take action.

Chen Qianzhao gently buckled the table with his fingertips, "Don't worry, he won't really oppose the new policy. At most, he just needs to do superficial skills. My third brother is smart."

She remembered that the third brother's counselor was from a poor family, and several ministers who had good friends with each other were also some low-ranking officials from a poor family.

Once the new policy is launched, His Highness the Crown Prince will inevitably lose the support of some ministers in the court. This matter is a great thing for the third brother, so he will definitely not really oppose the new policy. On the contrary, he should be more than many people, hoping that the new policy can be implemented earlier.

By then, he would be able to win over the aristocratic ministers who opposed the new policy into his camp.

Look, the snipe and clam fight, no matter what the result is, he, a fisherman, can benefit and be so smart.

Xie Lin nodded, "The important thing now is to implement the new policy as soon as possible to avoid any chaos over this matter."

"By the way, those batch of pistols have been officially collected and some have been sent to the military camp. The soldiers in my father's army have started practicing, but this batch of pistols is still a little less. I think another batch can be created. What do you think?"

Xie Lin looked at Chen Qianzhao, wanting to see Chen Qianzhao’s opinion.

Chen Qianzhao thought about it and found that the number of the first batch of hand guns was indeed much smaller than he expected. "Okay, my senior brother and I will discuss it and see if we can directly arrange a few trusted founders to come over, so we will not pass the Qianji Pavilion."

Xie Lin nodded, thinking it was OK, but he heard Chen Qianzhao say, "I won't come forward after this matter. Please pay more attention to it, seek essence but not quantity, and don't let some borers get greedy."

The Qianji Pavilion was passed before because the military power was in the hands of Xue Shide at that time, and she needed masters with casting experience like Mr. Jing to build the first batch of hand guns. Therefore, she entrusted this matter to Qianji Pavilion at that time.

Now that the Xue family has fallen, things have changed, and the process of making hand guns has matured. The founders of Qianji Pavilion can be invited in the name of the Jin Dynasty.

At the same time, you can avoid the eyes and ears of other countries and do not have to be involved with yourself. It is very good.

Moreover, there are many borers in the court, so maybe they can use this matter to find out those people who are still ready to rush into the arsenal after Xue Shide's accident.

Xie Lin nodded in agreement, and felt that Chen Qianzhao's thoughts were appropriate, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on this."

Chen Qianzhao immediately packed up his things, brought his hat and prepared to leave.

Xie Lin quickly called her and picked up a pack of things on the table, "Hey! I didn't take the things."

He was just now curious. Why Chen Qianzhao had to bring this bag with him when he left the palace, and he didn't know what it was.

Chen Qianzhao paused, turned around and looked, "I almost forgot the important thing."

Xie Lin stared at the thing in his hand suspiciously, handed it to Chen Qianzhao, and asked curiously, "What's the matter?"

Intuition told him that he shouldn't have asked, but he still couldn't help asking.

Chen Qianzhao curled his lips, "Governor Song should have guessed the matter between me and Song Huai and refused to let Song Huai enter the palace."

"So what?" Xie Lin's eyes fell on the pack of things on Shen Qianzhao's soft and white little hand.

I thought to myself, could it be that the stuff in this bag is poison, and she is going to kill the governor Song of the East Factory?

Hiss...Chen Qianzhao is bold enough!

When Chen Qianzhao saw Xie Lin's colorful expression, he knew that he must have been thinking about anything good in his heart. "Song Huai hasn't eaten the pastry made in the imperial kitchen for several days, so I'll send it to him."

Xie Lin's expression froze on his face, "So, what you want to do when you leave the palace... is to send pastries to Song Huai?"

Chen Qianzhao nodded with an expression of "Otherwise, what do you think?"

Xie Lin laughed twice, and he thought that Chen Qianzhao came out of the palace today to discuss major issues in the new policy.

Co-organized, she stayed in Ruyi Building for so long to wait for the person from the East Factory to finish the business and go to the appointment...

Look, there are also pastries in the imperial kitchen.

Xie Lin's heart was a little sour and astringent. He hadn't eaten the pastry in the imperial kitchen several times. Chen Qianzhao didn't know the reason why he had a share, so he only brought it to Song Huai.

Alas, after all, it’s about sex over friends.

...

As night gradually came, Chen Qianzhao was holding a bag of very tightly wrapped pastries and was waiting near the East Factory.

There were endless people coming and going. The stalls were collected during the day and the stalls in the night market were set up again. Not long after the moonlight, the colorful lanterns in the street market had not been removed yet, and many river lanterns that had not been sold out were still being sold.

Chen Qianzhao stared at her for a long time, but she... hadn't let go of the river lantern yet.

But she was worried that she would miss Song Huai after walking for a few seconds, so she refused to move a little.

The two factory guards guarding the gate of the East Factory have been staring at Chen Qianzhao for a long time, muttering to communicate in a low voice...

"The man wearing a hat doesn't have any bad intentions, right?"

"No, I look like a little girl."

"She has been standing there for so long, or else she would come over and ask?"

"Forget it...don't go, don't scare the little girl."

"Too."

When Song Huai came back, he heard the conversation between the two, the words "Little Girl", which always made him subconsciously think of the one in the palace.

I haven't entered the palace for a few days and I haven't seen her once. I don't know how she is.

"What little girl?"

The factory guard pointed not far away, "Mr. Song, it's the little girl there. She has been standing there for half an hour and has been staring at us."

Song Huai looked in the direction the man pointed, and Dai Li couldn't see the human face clearly, but the figure was so familiar that it seemed to be engraved in his heart.

He curled his lips slightly and handed the things in his hand to the factory guard, "Take the things in. The girl thinks there is something urgent to do, I'll go and see."

The factory guards looked at each other and looked at Lord Song, who had always been careless and had little talk, and walked towards the little girl. They saw Lord Song bow his head and talk to the little girl. Then the girl left with Lord Song.

"Mr. Song... do you meddle in other people's business so much?"

"It should be...no?"

The two turned around, but they were shocked toward a serious face, and hurriedly saluted, "Super the Lord!"

Song Yu looked at the two figures that were almost gone not far away, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were slightly darker, and he didn't know what he was thinking, which made the two factory guards sweat a little nervous for a moment.
Chapter completed!