Wu Dongming's heart sank, and his face remained calm: "Say it again." He Ran said in a calm voice: "The orphan of King Zhao, is he worthy?" Wu Dongming's eyes were heavy. Although he was in a corner, he had also heard about the orphan of King Zhao. But he didn't believe it. He didn't believe that King Zhao's descendants could still live to this day. "Haha!" Wu Dongming sneered with a mocking voice, "Little girl, you must have read too many popular stories. The orphan of King Zhao, why didn't you say that Taizu was reincarnated?" He Ran smiled clearly: "Which one do you believe in, the reincarnation of Taizu or the orphan of King Zhao?" The ridicule on Wu Dongming's face gradually faded away. Which one did he believe in the inheritance of Taizu or the orphan of King Zhao? Which one will the world believe? If you have to choose one of the two, it can only be the latter. "You mean, King Zhao's orphan is in your hands?" Wu Dongming looked at He Ran with eyes that seemed to be quenched with poison. "Yes, he is in my hands. The person who was making a lot of noise outside a while ago is him." He Ran seemed to be saying something very interesting.
But Wu Dongming didn't find it interesting. He said, "Is this true?" He Ran pointed to the head on the desk: "You might think that I picked up this head while I was taking a walk after dinner." But Wu Dongming still didn't want to believe that the orphan of King Zhao would be in the hands of the little girl in front of him: "Who are you?" "I told you, I am the boss of He Da." He Ran yawned again. Wu Dongming: "Who is the orphan of King Zhao you are talking about?" "His name is Zhou Jian. He is ten years old. By the way, he looks more like Taizu than King Qi of Jin and today." He Ran said. Wu Dongming sneered: "I can make ten or eight orphans like this with just a wave of my hand." He Ranqiao smiled brightly: "But it's me who found King Zhao's orphan, not you. If you can find ten or eight, what's the use?" Wu Dongming took a deep breath. Yes, it was useless no matter how much he came up with, because the news of the appearance of King Zhao's orphan had already spread throughout the world, and he was a step too late. "In addition to King Zhao, there is also King Gui, there is also the late emperor, and there are..." Before Wu Dongming could finish what he said, He Ran interrupted him coldly: "But together, they can't compare to King Zhao." Wu Dongming was stunned for a moment, yes, of course these princes could not compare with King Zhao, who was also the prince until his death. If there hadn't been rumors that he angered Taizu to death, King Zhao would have been buried with imperial rites, and his name would have been recorded in the history books as an emperor, not as a mere King Zhao. Wu Dongming wanted to ask "Who are you" again, but before the words came out, he remembered that this little girl had already said twice that she was the boss of He Da. Wu Dongming suddenly smiled: "He Da is in charge? Do you want to be He Jinghong? Just you?" He Ran said without shame: "Yes, it's up to me." Wu Dongming thought this was the funniest thing he had heard recently. He laughed loudly: "Did you know that when Taizu raised his army, besides He Jinghong, he also had the old troops of the Zhou family? He had soldiers, he had Mr. Zhou, he has the people and money left by his father, Zhou Jian, what does he have?" He Ran waited for him to finish laughing and then said, "Zhou Jian has you." Wu Dongming was stunned!
He Ran stood up, walked around the desk, and walked to Wu Dongming. She was dressed in dust, but it did not affect her momentum at all. She stood in front of Wu Dongming without feeling any awkwardness. "Zhou Jian is alone, with no father, no mother, no family, no clan, but he has me, and now he also has you." Wu Dongming clenched his hands into fists and looked at He Ran intently: "Can you compare with He Jinghong?" He Ran: "Of course I can't compare with He Jinghong, but if you are included Besides, there is no Zhou clan behind Zhou Jian, nor his father's old tribe, so he has nothing, not to mention, you have already rebelled, haven't you?" Wu Dongming looked at her and smiled again. He found that he had laughed many times that night. The little girl in front of me is indeed a pleasant person. It doesn't matter whether Zhou Jian is a real descendant of King Zhao. What is important is that he is now a descendant of King Zhao. The reason why the King of Jin raised the army was that it was not the flesh and blood of the Zhou family, but the sons of the Min family. If Jinshang is really not a descendant of the Zhou family, then King Jin is indeed more suitable for that position than him. But what if another prince and grandson comes out at this time? How can King Jin compare to King Zhao, not to mention that King Zhao still has him behind him. He Ran continued: "Your Majesty was an all-powerful man at that time and was one of the ten fierce generals under Taizu. He became famous at a young age and was awarded the title of General Longhu at the age of twenty-five. After the establishment of the dynasty, most of the northwest was entrusted to him. At that time, the world Who knows the reputation of General Wu? It's a pity that after Taizong ascended the throne, your family's military power was cut in half. Now, there is only one guard in Yulin. Speaking of which, your father also watched King Zhao grow up." The last sentence is not an exaggeration. Wu Dongming's father is more than ten years older than King Zhao, and he can be regarded as watching King Zhao grow up. He taught King Zhao how to ride a horse. After King Zhao's death, Wu's father secretly cried several times. Wu Dongming was moved. His father was the person he respected the most. If his father was still alive, he would never rebel. "It was King Jin and Cai Jie who forced me!" Wu Dongming gritted his teeth. "You still have King Zhao." He Ran said. Wu Dongming was startled, and then he understood that the Prince Zhao that He Ran was talking about was not the former crown prince who had been dead for many years, but Zhou Jian, a child with a yellow mouth. Wu Dongming stared at He Ran firmly: "Why me?" "Because you have an iron-clad father, because you are an iron-clad father." He Ran said. Wu Dongming suddenly wanted to cry. Since he started the army, countless people have scolded him. Officials in the court and middle school have scolded him, scholars have scolded him, and even ordinary people have scolded him. They called him a white-eyed wolf, a traitor and a traitor, and they called him ungrateful. He rebelled against the Zhou dynasty, and they scolded him. He beat the King of Jin, and they scolded him. It would be ungrateful to rebel against the Zhou family, and it would also be ungrateful to attack the King of Jin, because the King of Jin was also surnamed Zhou. Even his wife spoke coldly to him. None of them remembered that his father bled for the Zhou family in the first half of his life, and shed tears for the Zhou family in the second half of his life. When he died, he was still bitter about being deprived of his military power. None of them remembered that his son was killed for no reason. They knew who the murderer was, but because he was protected by the Zhou family, the murderer went unpunished. None of them remembered that he had an iron-clad father, and that he himself was an iron-clad father.
Wu Dongming's heart was racing, but he quickly calmed down. "But can you become He Jinghong? Don't forget, He Jinghong worked hard for half his life, and all he got in exchange was the status of an eldest princess." "That's why I want to do business with you. I want to be your partner. It's you, not Zhou Jian." He Ran said. Wu Dongming curled his lips: "You think more thoroughly than He Jinghong."