Great Zhou Tianzi

Ji Jie sent out a signal, and the Sima family's contact person in South Korea rushed over immediately.

According to the requirements, they will take Ji Jie's handwritten letter and Han Fei's master and servant, and rush to Dazhou in the starry night. Before anyone knows his plan, the Koreans will not control Han Fei after his identity is revealed.

The person in charge of the Sima family in South Korea is called Sima Longteng. He smiled and said to Ji Jie: "I have received a letter from the head of the family and was ordered to form a secret service. I didn't expect that the first task was to serve the king. The villain is very honored." ah!"

Ji Jie smiled lightly and said, "You have worked hard on this trip, and you must ensure that Mr. Han is safely sent to Dazhou!"

In the autographed letter, besides stating that Han Fei had come to Zhaocheng to explain things well, he also asked Zhao Qian to deal with his stuttering. Ji Jie didn't want his Minister of Justice to be a stutterer in the future.

Originally, he wanted Chen Yao to go back with him, but she just didn't agree, and he insisted on following, so he had no choice but to give up.

After arranging these things, the two of them set off on the road with peace of mind.

The road to Xinzheng, the capital of South Korea, went smoothly. On the way, Ji Jie learned about the customs and the thoughts of the common people here in detail. The common people spoke highly of Zhao Wenjun and opposed the Sanjin Alliance's use of troops against the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"You are the first person from another country to have such a high opinion among the people of this country!" Chen Yao's tone revealed an unconcealable pride.

"Hehe, I didn't expect that either!" Ji Jie smiled, then sighed, "It's a pity that your Majesty the King of Han can't listen to the voices of the people. If you attack me, Dazhou, I will help you Korea, just like I helped Yanguo!"

"Really?" Chen Yao said meaningfully: "How did I hear that you are willing to help out because you fell in love with the eldest princess? By the way, what is the name of that eldest princess... Oh, I remembered, her name is Ji Lin, I heard that she is a beautiful woman with Hun blood!"

"Why do you know everything!" Ji Jie was a little embarrassed, and quickly squeezed the horse's belly, wanting to run to the front.

Chen Yao didn't show any weakness, her riding skills were not built, and Ji Jie couldn't get rid of her at all.

In front is Xinzheng City, a relatively magnificent city. Unfortunately, this city has been besieged by enemy countries many times in history.

There are still traces of war on the city wall. Chen Yao said: "There are tens of thousands of people in the city. There is also a barracks in Shili, with about [-] troops, which is mainly responsible for the training of new troops, and it is also used for guarding the capital during wartime."

Before coming to Korea, Ji Jie identified the first person he was looking for, Prince Han Han An.

Although Ji Jie and Han An have never met each other, they have been regarded as "spiritual friends" for a long time. Zhao Qian was originally going to marry him as a princess, but was snatched by Ji Jie to be his wife, which made Han An I feel ashamed.He was ridiculed by others, for which he cursed several times, wishing he could kill Ji Jie with his own hands.

But since this is the case, why did Ji Jie still look for him? Isn't that a self-inflicted trap?

No, it's the same sentence, there are no permanent enemies or permanent friends, only eternal interests.

At this time, Han An couldn't sit firmly on the crown prince. His brothers used all kinds of tricks to drive him out of power, and they did everything they could. King Han Hui turned a blind eye to this only eye.

This was one of King Han Hui's policies. The sons focused all their attention on fighting for the crown prince, so no one wanted to take his throne.Besides, in the competition, one's ability can be shown more, and he also wants to know which son is more suitable to inherit the throne.

As long as they don't make any big mistakes, then go ahead and make trouble as you like.

Of course, there is a bottom line. If anyone dares to kill his brother, Han Huiwang will not be soft, so the sons have been arguing for so long, but nothing major has happened. Generally, it is mainly intrigue.

Han An knew very well that as long as he still had the title of Prince on his head, he would be the target of public criticism. His brothers who had their own ghosts did not hesitate to join hands, and he had to be cautious, otherwise if he made a mistake, he would be punished. It is possible to be demoted.

The ministers of the DPRK and China also each chose their own support objects. In terms of a single contest, no prince is Han An's opponent, but then again, two fists are hard to beat four hands. The scales began to tilt towards each other.

After listening to Ji Jie's explanation, Chen Yao suddenly realized, and said, "You want to use Han An's eagerness to keep the crown prince as an entry point to force him to submit, don't you?"

"Yaoyao's wife is smart!" Ji Jie said with a smile, "That's it!"

"Are you going to meet him directly as Lord Zhaowen? That would be dangerous!"

"Of course not!" Ji Jie had already made up his mind. He would pretend to be a businessman and meet Han An in the name of giving gifts, and he would reveal his identity when the time was right.

At the gate of the city, a group of soldiers in disheveled armor blocked their way, and one of them shouted: "Foreigners, if they want to enter the city, they have to pay poll tax!"

"What, poll tax? I've never heard of it!" Chen Yao said angrily, "When did the poll tax start, why do you have it?"

"Just based on this!" The man took out a yellow notice and said, "His Majesty the King of Han has ordered that in order to solve the urgent need to collect money and food from the army, he will collect a poll tax. From now on, all foreigners who enter and leave the city , all taxes must be paid! Not only people, but also the goods that enter and exit must also be taxed!"

"How can you be sure that we are foreigners?" Chen Yao refused to admit defeat.

The man sneered, pointed at a commoner who was leaving the city and said, "Did you see that, those who are covered with the red stamp of the city mansion are locals, and those who are not covered are foreigners, stop talking nonsense and get the money, otherwise you will never want to go in! "

This South Korea is really corrupt to the extreme. The king of Han can come up with such a bad idea. If he is the monarch of other countries, he would like to have foreigners settle in his country.Even if these migrants can't stay, they can still drive the commercial development in the city, so why not do it.

But Han Wang wanted to risk the world's disgrace and impose heavy taxes on foreign personnel and goods. Was his brain kicked by a donkey?

However, there is really no need to argue with these soldiers and ruffians, Ji Jie asked: "How much does it cost, tell me!"

"One piece of silver per person!" snorted the soldier ruffian.

"What?" Chen Yao was on the verge of getting angry.

Ji Jie quickly grabbed her sleeve, winked, then took out two ingots of silver, and handed them to the soldier with a smile.

One ingot of silver is enough to feed an ordinary family for half a year. These people are really open-mouthed. Fortunately, it is only a poll tax. If it is a merchant with goods, I don’t know how much they will be cheated!

This small episode did not affect Ji Jie's good mood. In his opinion, the more stupid King Han is, the easier it is to complete this task.Find an inn to stay, and then prepare to meet the prince.

Since it was a gift, it was natural not to be too stingy. When Ji Jie delivered the gift list to the butler of the Prince's Mansion, the butler only took a look at it and hurriedly sent it to Han An.

Then, led by the housekeeper, he went to the back garden and met Han An who was admiring the flowers.

"Little man Jijie, pay homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Ji Jie bowed to the ground, and the pseudonym Jijie came in handy again.

"Mr. Ji, you don't need to be too polite. Please sit down and serve good tea!" The reason why Han An was so polite to him was not because of the face of those expensive gifts.

Ji Jie sat down, and Han An asked, "What kind of business does Mr. Mister do? It must be very big, right?"