Quick wear: She has turned over the big guys from all walks of life

The Cheng family was busy building a house, and Zhou Ting was not idle either.

After waiting for more than half a month without seeing any action from King Zhou, Zhou Ting lost the intention to wait any longer, so he summoned his close confidants and secret guards, and gave him a pack of Ningsang.

"Take it and put it into the prince's tea. You must watch him drink it with your own eyes."

This secret guard was the former leader of the secret guards around King Zhou. Since he followed Zhou Ting, he has become a complete princeling.

"Here."

The secret guard is silent when it comes and leaves silently.

That night, Prince Zhou's Mansion invited all the doctors in the city and came to only one conclusion.

King Zhou had a stroke and was paralyzed.

As soon as the conclusion came out, Zhou Ting sealed his mouth and blocked all news about King Zhou; the officials were sensible and did not touch the crown prince of Zhou, who said whatever he said.

But how could such news really be concealed? However, in just two days, the imperial court lurking in the northwest got the news that King Zhou was not doing well. On the way to deliver the letter, the pigeon was shot by the secret guard of the prince's palace. Kill and capture one person.

In the next half month, along various lines, dozens of people from different gangs were secretly arrested.

These include foreign works.

After these people were caught, they were all tortured and executed secretly after extracting any information they could. No one outside was alerted. By the time their masters found out, it was already two months later.

In two months, everyone who reached out to the northwest had something happen to their family; either something happened within the family, or the men in the family encountered problems of one kind or another outside.

The lighter case was dismissed from office and sent back to his hometown, the worst case was the execution of nine tribes in a row.

During the turmoil in Kyoto, Zhou Ting firmly controlled the entire northwest military power. When the turmoil in Kyoto stopped and they came to their senses, the northwest was no longer something they could interfere with.

Five personnel deployed by the imperial court were also removed. After Kyoto returned to calm, if the imperial court wanted to deploy personnel, it would only be able to contact officials in the fringe areas; it was unable to enter the core of power in the northwest. There was little difference between deploying personnel and not deploying personnel. Mostly just to keep an eye on the movements of Prince Zhou.

After cleaning up the northwest, internal problems were relieved, and Zhou Ting turned his attention to external problems.

Seeing that winter is approaching, the foreigners on the grassland are short of money and food, and there is bound to be a war.

Zhou Ting does not intend to extend the front line. The current plan is to end the war; let the people in the northwest recuperate and avoid the imperial court from acting like a monster.

After being busy with military affairs in the northwest, Zhou Ting finally found time to rest for two days. He brought fruits, cakes, clothes and jewelry to Yuzhuang. Nowadays, Yuzhuang is no longer used to describe the village where the Cheng family lives.

There is a village called Chengjiazhuang next to Yuzhuang, where a group of people from a clan named Cheng live.

"Sir, Chengjiazhuang has arrived." The carriage stopped at the entrance of the village, and Bu Wei stood on the side of the carriage to report.

Zhou Ting lifted the car curtain and looked outside. It was different from what he saw the last time he came to Chengjiazhuang; a large stone was erected at the entrance of the village, with the words Chengjiazhuang carved on it and painted with red paint.

There was a lot of noise in the village, and it could be faintly heard that it was extremely lively.

"Why is it so noisy in there?"

Buwei shook his head, "I don't know, is this how I want to go in?"

"go in."

Zhou Ting didn't make any move to get off the carriage, and without understanding, he said to the groom: "Rush to Chengjiazhuang and go directly to the largest family in the village with a blue brick house."

"Yes."

The groom immersed himself in driving the cart.

A group of people entered the village, no one paid attention to the noisy place, and their destination was clear - Cheng Dazhu's house.

As soon as they saw Cheng Dazhu's house, they heard someone shouting.

"Uncle Yuan Xi, Uncle Yuan Dong, your family is here; a carriage is coming, it seems to be the Crown Prince of Zhou"

Several children aged seven or eight stood at the gate and shouted inside, but they did not go in without permission.

"Master Dazhu, you have a guest at home."

"The Prince of Zhou is here!"

They recognized Buwei. The last time he came here, he was with the Crown Prince of Zhou. Familiar face.

Cheng Dazhu's family, who lived in the courtyard, and Cheng Yuannan's family, heard the noise and ran out to take a look. Their legs felt weak immediately.

"Greetings to the Crown Prince."

Without his father and third brother in front of him, he is now the pillar of support for his wife and son; but he can't stand it! My legs were so weak that I knelt down.

Feng Juhua was led to kneel down, while brothers Cheng Mingzhi and Cheng Mingxin were relatively calm.

"The common people pay their respects to the Crown Prince."

Buwei lifted the curtain, Zhou Ting walked out of the carriage holding a small purple sandalwood box, and handed it to Buwei while stepping on the stool.

With one hand holding the box and the other supporting him, Zhou Ting stepped down on the stool.

"Please get up."

Zhou Ting stepped forward and supported Cheng Yuannan with one hand.

Cheng Yuannan looked at those white and slender hands with distinct joints and was stunned for a moment.

"Common people, thank you, Your Majesty." Seeing that his father did not respond, Cheng Mingzhi hurriedly spoke up.

Cheng Yuannan came to his senses and hurriedly thanked him, "Thank you so much, Lord."

"There's no need to be polite. I wonder, old man, how are you doing, old lady?" Zhou Ting's face was cold, but his words were polite. When he came to other people's homes, he first greeted the elderly of the family.

"Sir, my father and mother are very good; I can eat, drink, and are in good health." Cheng Yuannan said awkwardly.

Cheng Mingzhi had the urge to raise his forehead, "Your Majesty, I'll invite you in. I'll go and invite my third uncle and my little cousin."

"Okay." Cheng Mingxin nodded, bowed to Zhou Ting, turned around and ran away.

Seeing their lack of etiquette made me feel a little more contemptuous; after all, they were from peasant families and lacked a lot of etiquette.

"Your Majesty, please come in." Cheng Yuannan turned sideways to invite him, wiping the non-existent sweat on his face when he bent down.

Not seeing it, he shook his head silently.

The same rice can feed hundreds of people, and no family can feed the same people.

Mrs. Cheng and her father were not like this when facing the prince, and this was not like this when he was with Cheng Yuanxi; there was no one who could stand in front of him, and he became timid when it was his turn to stand alone.

Zhou Ting passed him and walked straight into the courtyard.

Cheng Yuannan and three others followed closely behind, followed by a group of guards brought by Zhou Ting; four people stayed outside to watch the carriage, and half of the other dozen people followed suit holding things in their hands.

Walking into the front hall, Zhou Ting was invited to sit in a high seat. As soon as he sat down, his buttocks were not yet warm from sitting, when he heard bursts of rapid footsteps.

The empty-handed guards consciously blocked the people from the door, but did not let them into the front hall without opening their mouths.

"Caomin and others come to see the Crown Prince."

Cheng Dazhu and others prostrated respectfully on the ground. Mingyi's hand was already taken by Zhou Ting, who was striding over. "Yiyi doesn't need to kneel."

Mingyi shows her face and smiles.

A smile appeared on Zhou Ting's face, and he said to Cheng Dazhu and others: "The old man is so polite. You all should get up."

"Yes, thank you Sir."

Everyone stood up and stood with their hands down in an orderly manner.

Zhou Ting held the little girl's hand without letting go and said bluntly, "Mingyi and I have something to say."

Cheng Yuanxi raised his head and wanted to refuse, but Chen Daya held him back; Cheng Mingli didn't have so many worries and strode forward to his sister.

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