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

Zhang Han noticed the blood on the inkstone and was immediately frightened and stuttered.

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

His words came to an abrupt end, and Zhao Xu knocked on his forehead with an inkstone.

With a "dong!", Zhang Han's eyes turned pale and he fell to the ground, and blood flowed out of his head, not knowing whether it was death or life.

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

In their opinion, Zhao Xu's madness has happened again, and it may be their turn next.

Zhao Xu was stunned.

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

These two little maids have a peach-blue face, phoenix eyes, and a charming appearance.

He has apricot blossom eyes, an oval face, a cute and silly expression, and his skin is as graceful as snow.

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 scary?" Zhao Xu spread his hands and realized that he was still holding an inkstone in his hand, so he threw it on the ground.

"Your Highness..."

Feng'er and Luan'er looked shocked and incredible when they heard this.

Since the ninth prince was crazy and stupid, he never said a word again, and he only made a sound like "ahhhhh".

"What? My madness has been cured. Are you unhappy?" Zhao Xu sat down on the chair.

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

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

"Your Highness is really good at speaking!" Feng'er grabbed Luan'er's arm tightly, and Zhao Xu's other normal words made them burst into tears in an instant.

They had no relatives, and when they came to this distant frontier, they had only the ninth prince as their companions.

Even if the ninth prince's madness has improved a little, they can be happy for a few days.

What's more, the ninth prince now has normal words.

Feng'er was brave and walked forward a few steps, her eyes full of anticipation, and asked, "If Your Highness is really healed, can you tell her identity?"

"I am Zhao Xu, the ninth prince of Da Song." Zhao Xu's lips raised, "If you don't believe it, you can ask something more private."

When the two heard this, the red cloud flew on their cheeks.

A maid is different from a maid.

The only thing that cleanses and boils water, washes and cooks is just a mess.

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

“Hurry quickly…”

At this moment, a mess of footsteps suddenly came from outside.

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

"Mr. Wang Fu!"

The servant guarding Zhao Xu screamed sadly when he saw Zhang Han lying in a pool of blood.

Pointing at Zhao Xu who was sitting on the chair, he turned his head and said viciously to the other servants: "Why are you still standing there? Take this crazy king back."

The servants thought this was the same farce as the Crazy King, so they were about to rush forward.

"I have recovered from my madness. If you are not afraid of death, just come here." Zhao Xu shouted and took a kingly posture.

The more critical the moment, the less cowardly it is.

The situation in the royal palace is very dangerous and he must take all his gambles.

"Your Highness can speak!"

Upon hearing this, the servants took several steps back as if they were ghosts.

"Rareless! You all quit, Your Highness is fine now." Feng'er scolded.

They will no longer let these people lock the ninth prince in the bedroom.

"Nonsense! The madness of King Yan has been cured, how could he beat Lord Wang Fu like this?" The guards were immediately panicked.

He knew exactly how he and Zhang Han treated Zhao Xu with his back and forth behind the palace in the past three months.

If King Yan returns to normal, he will undoubtedly die.

Therefore, it is best if King Yan is crazy. If he is not crazy, he must be crazy. He must never let him take control of the power of the royal palace.

"Hmph, bold dog slave, you still dare to shake your tongue and lips in front of me and turn right and wrong. You humiliate me many times when I am sick. This is a death sentence. Come and take him down for me." Zhao Xu scolded him angrily.

"Hahaha... Can you believe the crazy man's words? These two bitches must have used the Crazy King to murder Wang Fu, steal the power of Yan County, and arrested them together." The custodian's eyes showed fierce light, and he strode forward, and was about to arrest Zhao Xu.

But before he could take the second step, he heard a dull "dong" sound.

The guards fell down straight again.

A servant in his early twenties, with a square head and a square face, and a date-like expression was standing behind the servant guarding him, and the stick in his hand was still in the air.

"Bah, little servant, you dare to offend the King of Yan and seek death." The young servant showed sarcasm.

Everyone in the bedroom was stunned for a moment.

Zhao Xu came back to his senses and asked with a smile, "What's your name? It's a future. From today on, I will appoint you as the best servant of the royal palace and serve you."

Some servants chose to stand on his side, which greatly increased his confidence.

Reward him immediately to shake the hearts of others.

"Little Liu Fu, thank Your Highness for your grace." The young servant Xi smiled and threw the stick, kneeled on the ground to thank him repeatedly.

When the other servants saw each other, they looked at each other, rolled up their sleeves and punched and kicked the guards, and all their strength was exerted.

Usually, this guardian relies on Zhang Han and is often domineering in the royal palace.

Now the direction of the royal palace is about to change. Of course, if you have revenge, if you have revenge, you can also take the opportunity to express your loyalty to the King of Yan.

"Those who know the times are heroes, and they are also promoted to superior servants. As long as you are loyal to me, your benefits will be indispensable." Zhao Xu gave them a look of "you understand".

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

The King of Yan's words were so sharp that he had returned to normal.

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

He bet right, it is still daunting for a normal-minded prince in the palace.

"I wonder what the fiefdom has become like by Zhang Han's disaster?"

Watching the servants leave, he suddenly remembered his current situation, and another ten thousand grass and horses galloped in his heart.

From memory.

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

Except for some ancient myths and legends that are the same, the history here is completely different from that here.

There was no Qin Shihuang here to unify the six kingdoms, nor did Emperor Wu of Han chase the Huns to the north, nor did there be a prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Here is its own unique developmental trajectory.

Therefore, the history here cannot be measured by the eyes 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 regress.

And there are quite a few strange figures in the history here.

"Da Song has been established for more than 240 years, and the imperial power and the powerful tribes have ruled the world together. Now that the imperial power has declined, power is almost controlled by the eight powerful tribes." Zhao Xu searched in his memory.

More than two hundred years are basically a cycle of a dynasty’s life span.

The same is true for Dasong. After more than two hundred years, it is difficult to eliminate the accumulated problems, and land annexation has reached its peak. It can be said that the rich have a lot of fields, while the poor have no place to stand.

In recent years, the eight major tribes have become more separatist.

In the north, a Jurchen tribe named Beidi rose up and had the ambition to enter the Central Plains.

In the northwest, a Xianbei tribe named Xiliang also had military service with Dasong every year.

Tubo in the southwest, Jiaozhi and Piaoman in the south are also not good at it.

At sea, pirates from Japan and Goryeo are rampant. It is said that privateers from the West, carrying artillery, are rampant in the depths of the ocean.

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

All of the above, the Da Song now can be said to be raining all night long, and it is in danger of overturning at any time.

His fiefdom was unfortunately in one of these conflict vortexes, and it was the most dangerous one.
To be continued...