Wang Fu interrupted, "Your Majesty, lottery is a form of gambling. The laws of the Song Dynasty explicitly prohibit gambling. Therefore, the issuance of lottery tickets cannot be handled by Zhang Shixun. It must be controlled by the royal family."
Zhao Ji agreed with this and believed that Wang Fu understood him well. Of course, he had to seize such a money-making channel.
Zhang Shixun almost cursed. This Wang Fu was such a jerk, he always opposed him in everything.
"Sir, since the Prime Minister has said so, let him take charge of organizing the Cuju competition."
I don’t care. Whoever has the ability can do it.
Wang Fu was stunned.
Liang Shicheng said hurriedly, "Your Majesty, how about this? The lottery is of course controlled by the royal family. Of course, as the person in charge, Zhang Shixun can't work in vain. He can take a cut of the lottery."
"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's a good idea." Zhao Ji looked at Zhang Shixun eagerly. "How about you give me 20% of the profit from every lottery ticket sold?"
I met a bad guy.
Zhang Shixun was delighted, but on the surface he put on a bitter face. "Your Majesty, you are truly a genius in business. I admire you deeply."
"So, Shixun agrees?"
"What if I don't agree?"
"Haha! It's settled... Come! Let's have a drink together, king and subject."
Tong Guan had been silent the whole time, but now he finally spoke up: "Shixun, Tou Shouhua has been wreaking havoc in Shandong and Hebei provinces for several years. The imperial court has repeatedly sent troops to suppress him, but to no avail. How did you eliminate him?"
Zhang Shixun didn't want to talk about this topic, so he said perfunctorily: "Luck! Pure luck."
Tong Guan chuckled dryly, "That's wrong. Warfare is all about deception. How can it be explained by luck? This bandit is known for his cunning and resourcefulness. He's been fighting against government troops for years and has never suffered a loss. How come he was completely wiped out when he met you?"
Zhang Shixun smiled faintly, "This is what they call those who do evil will eventually perish."
Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Tong Guan gave up.
Zhao Ji solved Zhang Shixun's problem and had a new way to make money through lottery, so he was very happy.
"Shixun, I haven't heard you play the piano for a long time. How about you play a song?"
Zhang Shixun didn't refuse and said with a smile, "What a coincidence! I was chasing after Heavenly King Yang a few days ago. On the march, I stumbled upon a divine pipa tune on horseback. If Your Majesty would like to hear it, I will play it for you. By the way, please correct me."
Zhao Ji was overjoyed and kept saying, "Play it for me quickly... Fox Lady, give the pipa to Zhang Tianshi."
The seductive woman handed the pipa over with both hands and gave Zhang Shixun a wink.
Zhang Shixun took the pipa without even looking at her, and started playing it.
Instantly, a murderous sound rang out in the room.
Zhang Shixun played the famous "Ten Sides of Ambush".
This is a pipa piece with a majestic and unique style, which vividly depicts the fierce scene of the decisive battle between the Chu and Han armies.
Zhao Ji was attracted from the moment he heard the first note. As the speed gradually increased, his emotions became more nervous, and a tense, fierce and cruel war scene seemed to emerge before his eyes.
The sounds of golden drums, swords and crossbows, and the neighing of people and horses were audible, creating a tense and terrifying atmosphere, giving people a gloomy feeling that ambushes were everywhere and approaching the Chu army under the cover of night.
Tong Guan sometimes frowned and sometimes clenched his fists. Although he was not familiar with music, he had led troops for many years and could somewhat resonate with this kind of music.
Wang Fu, Liang Shicheng and Li Bangyan usually only knew how to pretend to be cultured, but in fact they did not even have a superficial understanding of music.
When Zhang Shixun finished the last note, Wang Fu couldn't help but sarcastically say, "What kind of music are you playing? It sounds like a weasel pulling a chicken, squeaking and groaning. It's awful."
Zhang Shixun smiled slightly, "Prime Minister Wang has demonstrated with his actions what it means to play the lute to a cow."
"You are so rude!" Wang Fu pointed at him, his face flushed red.
Zhang Shixun ignored him and asked Dong Guan, "The Grand Commandant has led troops for many years and has experienced many battles. He should be able to hear some clues from the song just now."
Dong Guan nodded slightly, "I can hear the sound of iron cavalry and spears in your music."
Zhang Shixun gave him a thumbs-up and said aloud, "The piece I just played is called 'Ambush from Ten Sides.' It describes the Chu-Han Contention, where Xiang Yu was trapped at Gaixia. The Han army on all sides sang Chu songs, causing the Chu army to lose morale. Xiang Yu was defeated and fled to the Wujiang River, where he ultimately committed suicide."
Zhao Ji nodded. As an artist, he could certainly tell that the song described a war scene.
However, after listening to this song, his good mood was ruined and became extremely heavy.
This reminded him of what Zhang Shixun had repeatedly said, that the Jin Kingdom would invade the Song Dynasty, and his ending did not seem very good.
Cai Jing came to see him two days ago and told him Zhang Shixun's prediction in a very vague way, which was that he would go hunting in the north.
Zhao Ji understood that according to Zhang Shixun's prediction, he would be abducted by the Jin people.
He was skeptical about this prophecy.
Zhang Shixun was secretly pleased when he saw Zhao Ji's dazed look.
I just want to make you unhappy.
He stood up and bowed, saying, "Sir, I have something to do at home, so I won't bother you any more. Goodbye!"
Zhao Ji waved his hand, "You...you can go."
Zhang Shixun didn't say hello to anyone else and walked away in a swagger.
After he left, Wang Fu said, "Your Majesty, this man is so arrogant. We cannot allow him to continue to be so arrogant."
"What are you going to do? Kill him?" Zhao Ji glared at him. "Don't forget, he has great magical powers. He can summon thunder from the sky. He holds a heavenly book in his hand, and his words can reach the ears of the gods. Tell me, what can I do to him?"
Wang Fu was speechless.
Tong Guan said, "If we want to get rid of him, it won't be difficult. We just need to send a thousand Shengjie soldiers. Even if he can summon thunder, he can't kill all a thousand people, right? As long as there are only 10 or 20 people left, we can definitely kill him."
The Shengjie Army was Tong Guan's personal guard, all of whom were selected from various armies. His elder brother was tall and strong, and had superb martial arts skills.
Wang Fu perked up when he heard this. "General Tong, your method is feasible. To be on the safe side, we might as well send another thousand men as backup, just in case."
Liang Shicheng said, "Tell the soldiers to bring more kerosene and burn him to death."
Zhao Ji looked at this and then that, and felt a little moved.
If Zhang Shixun could really be killed, it would remove a thorn in my heart.
However, what if Zhang Shixun has other magical powers?
He is the emperor and cannot take any risks.
Wang Fu looked at him eagerly and asked, "Sir, make up your mind and get rid of him!"
"Old Wang, you have such a dark heart!"
Zhang Shixun stepped in from the doorway and said with a smile, "As a minister of the imperial court, you are suspicious of a loyal minister for no reason and even instigated the government to kill him. You deserve to be killed!"
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