Chapter 20 Jun'an's request

Perhaps the alcohol content of the treasured red wine was higher. After An Ruoran explained the imperial examination system, he felt drunk and could not control himself. He was worried that he would lose his composure after drinking, so he immediately took Vivian away and left. Junan also took the opportunity to say goodbye to Artest and invited An Ruoran to take his carriage. Interestingly, Artest did not destroy Junan's plan this time, but instead sent them to the door himself and watched them leave slowly.

When the smoke and dust of the carriage disappeared on the corner of the street, Artest suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the old housekeeper beside him: "Father, let you stand aside for two hours, really... But I didn't expect that even the third brother did not recognize you. It seems that this master of illusion is indeed of a standard."

If Cruise was replaced here, he would definitely take the opportunity to say a few words, "The third brother didn't recognize you, which shows that he didn't care enough for you." But Artest, who was replaced by the straightforward, not only did he not take the blame, but instead excused Jun'an. Emperor Arthur smiled, as if he was very satisfied with his performance. Then he waved his sleeves gently and removed the additional illusion. The moment he saw his true face, several servants nearby were slightly stunned and knelt on the ground in panic.

"All up! Atai, follow me!" He gave a light command. King Arthur took Atai into the courtyard and sat down by the pool where a few people had gathered. He looked at the bottle of red wine with half of the remaining ones. He suddenly smiled and said, "To put it this way, I have to thank this bottle of 'treasure' red wine. Otherwise, how could we hear such a shocking plan from this Mr. An."

Artest didn't dare to say much, but just glanced at the bottle of red wine and smiled awkwardly. The bottle of red wine was not treasured in his mansion. It was clearly brought out from the palace when Emperor Arthur came, and it was said that some kind of magic potion was added. From An Ruoran's expression of speaking without saying anything, combined with his usual half-covering performance, it is no longer clear what the use of this magic potion is.

"However, fortunately, I had this bottle of red wine." Emperor Arthur slowly leaned on the stone chair, frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. He was just a little curious, wanting to learn more about the sensation An Ruoran, but at the end he was shocked by the strange imperial examination system. After thinking silently for a long time, the old man who was undecided finally raised his head and said in a deep voice: "Atai, do you think this system can be considered for promotion?"

"This, my son has always only focused on military affairs and does not know much about this aspect." Artest was stunned for a moment, but hesitated a little, "But if it sounds simple, it is indeed helpful to the development and consolidation of the empire. However, as Mr. An said, if it is really necessary to implement it gradually, I am afraid that the nobles will have some opinions."

"This is natural, after all, it touched their interests." Emperor Arthur's head slightly, and his calm expression could not tell whether it was joy or sorrow. Artest looked at him secretly and plucked up his courage and said, "But my son thinks that if we compare to the benefits we have obtained, it is worth it to cause some trouble. Besides, it is not impossible to really pacify the protests of the nobles."

"Well, do you have any ideas?" Emperor Arthur looked at him and asked with a smile. Artest lowered his head and replied softly: "According to Erchen's opinion, the imperial examination system of the common people and the hereditary system of the nobles can be carried out at the same time, and then make plans after gradually advancing. After a few years, after these civilian talents become nobles, I believe that the aristocratic circle will also be divided."

"It's reasonable, you continue to talk!" Emperor Arthur smiled and waved his hand to signal him despite his suggestion. When Artest heard the praise, he couldn't help but muster up a little more courage and raised his chest and said, "What's more, the reason why the nobles protested is that they are worried that their interests will be damaged. However, with the current power of the empire, sooner or later, they can unify the entire continent. At that time, more titles and more rewards will be given to them, and there is no need to worry about the situation of more porridge and fewer monks."

"Okay, very good!" When Emperor Arthur heard this, he couldn't help but pat the table gently and slowly stood up. He gently pressed Artest's shoulder and praised with a smile: "Atai, I originally thought you only know how to fight, but I didn't expect you to consider these issues. It's rare, it's really rare!"

"My father has been too rewarded, but in fact, I heard from Mr. An." Artest was overjoyed and quickly replied modestly, "Mr. An said that it is easy to win the world immediately, but it is difficult to control the country. Although it is a bit difficult to speak, he means that if you want to govern the country, you only need to learn other means by knowing that fighting is not enough. Therefore, my son has been studying those books recently, and whether it is good to assist the father in the future...

After being tempted by Emperor Arthur for a few simple words, Artest, who had no intention of being ambition to the throne, vaguely revealed his intention to be ambitious. Only a few seconds later, he realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said, and he quickly changed his words. Arthur smiled, and did not reveal his scheming, and said lightly: "Forget it, then you should learn something hard and send An Ruoran's plan to the palace in a few days."

"Yes!" Artest knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he lowered his head silently. Emperor Arthur waved his hand and signaled that he didn't need to escort him. He walked out slowly. However, when he arrived at the door, he turned his head and whispered: "Atai, you and Jun'an should treat this Mr. An well, and I am also looking forward to his wonderful performance."

"Excellent performance! Mr. An, have you been fooled by A Tai?" Almost at the same time, Jun An in the carriage also clenched his high-highlights and patted An Ruoran's shoulder with a smile. Vivia stared at her big eyes curiously, and suddenly bit her fingers and said, "Uncle Junan, why are your smile so strange? Dad said, men who smile so strangely are not good people!"

"Eh..." Junan touched his chin speechlessly and withdrew his hand. An Ruoran rubbed his painful temples and sweared that he would never drink red wine again, but said angrily: "Dear Your Highness Junan, I am rushing home to sleep, so please get out the fox's tail quickly."

Junan smiled and shrugged without any anger. He took out two cigars from the secret compartment of the carriage and handed them to An Ruoran, but he did not rush to speak. It was not until the smoke scattered for a long time that he slowly turned his head and said as if nothing had happened: "Mr. An, I plan to leave the imperial capital."

"Leave? Where to go?" An Ruoran was sucking a cigar. He was slightly shocked when he heard this and almost choked his throat. Junan opened the car window and watched the smoke pass through the window, and said a little sadly: "I don't know where to go. Maybe it will go to which territory to serve as the lord! This is what the father meant. A close servant I was familiar with a few days ago secretly conveyed the news to me. It seems that the father was a little dissatisfied with the fight between me and Cruise, so he planned to send me a slap."

"Well, are you sure that's the case?" An Ruoran sucked a cigar heavily, feeling a little sad - even if he was unwilling to be involved in the battle for imperial power, even if he kept a distance from the two high men, he was always emotional creatures. After several months of getting along, he had to admit that, judging from the identities of both parties, Junan and Artest were both very tempted by their temper.

"That's right, it seems that I can only give up the capital to Cruise." Jun An sighed helplessly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Father, you should value him more after all! But I'm still unwilling to give up, so Mr. An, do you think if I want to stay in the capital..."

"Yeah? Why should I stay in the imperial capital?" An Ruoran raised his eyebrows and gently exhaled a breath of smoke. "In the imperial capital, why not be afraid of one's head and tail, why not go to the vast world to play freely? Well, have you ever heard of Chong'er's story - forget it, needless to say, you must have never heard of it."

"Chong'er?" Jun'an was stunned for a moment, and turned his body sideways with interest. An Ruoran glanced at him, but was not busy speaking, but just shining a cigar with a smile. It was not until Jun'an was restless that Vivian smiled and stretched out his left hand, nodded seriously and said, "Please pay for the consultation fee of 100 gold coins per hour, then ask."

Junan looked at Vivian speechlessly until he was sure she was not a joke, and then he took out a hundred gold coins in a hilarious way. An Ruoran shook the ashes and said lightly: "Okay, since you are willing to pay, then I will tell you this story. Chong'er is the prince of a monarch on the Eastern Islands. He lives in the Spring and Autumn Period..."

Since he came to another world, An Ruoran's lies have become more and more fluent. In less than a few minutes, he told Chong'er's story. Jun'an was speechless for a while, just smoked a cigar. Until the smoke filled the entire carriage, he pondered slightly: "Mr. An, then what do you mean is that I should learn from Chong'er to develop in other places, and then when the opportunity for chaos in the imperial capital is in trouble, then come back with my own power?"

"I didn't recommend you to go. I just told a story about Chong'er." An Ruoran smiled and turned to pinch Vivian's face to take advantage. Junan was silent for a moment and suddenly hesitated: "Mr. An, then if I plan to develop my territory, have you ever considered with me..."

"No, I like life in the imperial capital and don't plan to go out of town for the time being." An Ruoran refused the suggestion without looking back. "But if you can afford the price, you can ask me for help, of course it depends on my mood. If it involves causing me trouble, I will not accept it, just like this arms smuggling case."

"That's it, I understand..." Junan sighed with some disappointment, wisely did not continue the invitation. After a pause, he suddenly regained his smile and said lightly: "So, how about I entrust you with something now? I said the time before that my father's birthday is coming, and I need an impressive gift."

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