The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Zhao Chen was not tied up by the emperor.

But Lao Litou took his shameless tactics to the extreme.

He asked people to bring all his brocade quilts from the palace, and threatened to stay in Zhao Mansion.

When Zhao Chen goes to the weapons inspection, he will consider when to move out.

If it had been someone else like this, Zhao Chen would have had someone beat him out.

But Old Li Tou is the emperor after all.

If you do it, it will always have a bad impact.

How about it? Have you thought about it? I won't fight for the master bedroom. I can just leave any wing to me.

As for eating, I will eat whatever you eat. I am definitely not picky about food.

Also, since I'm staying here, the memorials from Zhongshu Province will definitely be brought here for review, and all the officials will have to come here for their audience.

I think the gate of your Zhao Mansion can be demolished, after all...

There was a hint of pride on the emperor's face.

He knew that as long as he stayed in Zhao Chen's family, Zhao Chen had to agree to his request.

Of course, according to Zhao Chen's temper, he will definitely find a way to retaliate against himself in the future.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the five hundred thousand yuan is not wasted.

As for Zhao Chen taking out his anger, Hou Junji must give himself an explanation.

Okay, you are awesome! Zhao Chen gave the emperor a thumbs up with a dark face.

The emperor put his hands behind his back, whispered to Zhao Chen, and signaled Zhao Chen to set off.

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After Hou Junji left the East Palace, he immediately went to the weapons supervisor of the Ministry of War.

He had followed Li Tai's method and asked the Jingzhao Mansion to assist the Ministry of War in searching for those weapons supervisors who had not fled Chang'an City.

But after searching, we still need to find a way to solve the problem of this bed crossbow.

Otherwise, he would definitely not be able to explain it to the emperor.

Hou Junji hurriedly came to the arms monitor and looked at the empty arms monitor. His face was dark.

I haven't found a single craftsman. He, a general, can have a damn way to solve the bed crossbow.

Insufficient power problem?

Damn it! Hou Junji cursed in a low voice.

Master Shangshu, I have hired some craftsmen from among the people. The weapons supervisor was running over in a hurry to report to Hou Jun.

Behind him were a dozen craftsmen wearing coarse cloth, all of whom looked panicked.

They were all doing well in their own homes and were taken over early in the morning.

I don’t know what happened, so how can I not panic?

Let them see! Hou Junji breathed a sigh of relief and waved to the weapons supervisor.

Hou Junji thought to himself that since ancient times, there have been geniuses among the people, and maybe these people can solve the problem of insufficient power of bed crossbows.

The folk craftsmen were driven to see the condition of the bed crossbow, and Hou Junji followed behind, expressionless.

After burning the incense, Hou Junji saw a group of craftsmen coming out with expressions of embarrassment.

Is there any way to solve it? Hou Junji asked in a deep voice.

Seeing the expressions of these people, Hou Junji already knew that these people might not have the ability to solve the bed crossbow problem.

Master Shangshu, they all say that unless the strength of the bow is improved, the crossbow arrows fired will have no power at all. The weapons supervisor was talking to Hou Junji.

Could Hou Junji not know about this?

What he needs is someone to sort this out.

Otherwise, if the emperor comes to question him again, how will he explain?

Have you been hiding at home and not going out?

The emperor could tolerate him pretending to be ill once, but he would not tolerate it forever.

I know it well. Now I want to know how to solve this problem.

Liu Jianzheng, if I can't explain to Your Majesty, I will definitely take your head first. Hou Junji lowered his voice and said to the weapons supervisor.

The Ordnance Supervision is on time

Panic.

He knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to Hou Junji: Master Shangshu, I must work hard to find a way. Please spare my life, Master Shangshu.

The folk craftsmen begged for mercy when they saw the weapons supervisor.

At that time, he knelt on the ground and begged Hou Jun for mercy.

Hou Junji's lungs were about to explode with anger. He now asked these people to find a way to solve the problem.

It is not for them to kneel down and beg for mercy.

The emperor lost 500,000 yuan, but he could not give up just because the princes gathered together and begged for mercy.

At that time, the emperor would either dismiss him from office and deprive him of the title, or send him to the Qingshui Yamen to sit on the bench.

This is not what Hou Junji wants.

I tell you, if you want to survive, you must find a way to solve the problem of this crossbow.

Otherwise, I will definitely kill you all! Hou Junji threatened everyone with a dark face.

Sir, it's not that the little guys don't want to solve it. It's just that this crossbow is too tough and it can't be pulled open without enough strength.

This also leads to the fact that the crossbow arrows fired have no power at all.

There is no other way except to send more people to draw the bow. A folk craftsman said.

Sir, if three people can't pull the crossbow, we can send five or ten people. As long as we can pull the crossbow, the power will be enough.

Besides this method, the little people really can't think of any other way.

Sir, this is the best way.

You can be sure that no one else will have a better way to solve this matter.

So, sir, let the little ones go!

Folk craftsmen continued to plead.

They really had no other solution, and they believed that other than sending more people to draw bows, no one else would have any other solution.

Hou Junji's face was ashen.

Send more people

How could he not know how to draw the bow, but on the battlefield, so many people were sent to draw the bow.

Should the war continue?

If the trebuchet on the opposite side were to launch, their side would not fall down in pieces.

If the emperor knew that he had come up with such a solution, why would he chop himself alive?

Father-in-law, your Majesty is here! Helan Chushi ran in from outside with a look of panic on his face.

What, your Majesty is here?

Master Shangshu, it really has nothing to do with us, just let us go!

Master Shangshu, we are innocent.

There is really no solution to this bed crossbow problem, and there is nothing we can do about it!

Upon hearing that the emperor had arrived, the folk craftsmen again begged Hou Junji.

Before Hou Junji could speak, the emperor had already entered the square of the Arms Supervisor.

Behind him was Zhao Chen who looked unhappy.

When he saw Zhao Chen, Hou Junji's face twitched subconsciously.

He knew that the emperor still asked Zhao Chen to come over and deal with the matter.

The weapons supervisor is about to fall into Zhao Chen's hands.

Your Majesty! What can Hou Junji do? He didn't think of a solution, and he didn't allow the emperor to find someone to solve it.

His eyes fell on Zhao Chen, and thinking of Zhao Chen's revenge on him before, his anger went straight to Hou Junji's forehead.

Isn't Hou Qing feeling ill? Why are you still here? The emperor looked at Hou Junji with a smile.

In the morning, he sent someone to summon Hou Junji to the palace, but the eunuch who reported back said that Hou Junji was ill and could not come.

But now...

I was feeling unwell this morning, but I thought that the bed crossbow issue has not been resolved yet, so I came here sick. Please forgive me! Hou Junji and the emperor handed over.

Thank you for your hard work, Hou Qing. If all the ministers of the Tang Dynasty are as devoted as Hou Qing, it will be a blessing to the people of the Tang Dynasty. The emperor nodded, and glanced at Zhao Chen beside him as he spoke.