Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 340 How should I reward Zhao Qi'an?

Zhao Qi'an looked stunned and looked up at Shui Yuexian.

Shui Yuexian remained calm as always. She then stretched out her hand and waved it. The pill bottle in the box flew out by itself as if being pulled by some force and landed in her palm.

She opened the pill bottle, but did not smell any medicinal fragrance. She poured out a pill, and the soybean-sized pill rolled around in her palm for a while. The pill was wrapped in an amber wax coat.

"What kind of medicine is this?"

Zhao Qi'an replied, "There is no record of this in the notes left by the first generation of the Imperial Master, but I sent someone to try this pill, and it doesn't seem to be a cure. The person who tried it said that within a quarter of an hour after taking it, he felt like he had swallowed a bolt of lightning, and his whole body was paralyzed. Fortunately, this pill is not very powerful, and even if it explodes in the stomach, any warrior who has entered the rank will not suffer a fatal injury."

"I think it was a waste pill made by the first generation of the Imperial Master. Or maybe it was made too long ago and lost its medicinal properties, making it useless."

When he said these words, Shui Yuexian seemed not to hear her, her attention was all on the white wax ball in her hand.

She lowered her head and sniffed, as if she smelled something, and her expression became somewhat solemn.

After thinking for a moment, Shuiyuexian actually raised her hand and swallowed the white pill in her hand into her stomach.

The next moment, arcs of lightning flickered faintly on the surface of her body, but they quickly disappeared.

Donghua Sword Immortal frowned and looked at Shuiyuexian, while Zhao Qi'an stopped talking and waited quietly for the result.

Under the gaze of the two, Shui Yuexian slowly said, "What is the name of this pill?"

Zhao Qi'an bowed and said, "Thunder Tribulation Pill."

“Thunder Tribulation Pill…as expected.”

Shui Yuexian murmured softly, then stretched out her finger and made the bottle of pills fall in front of Donghua Sword Immortal: "Donghua, take one."

Without hesitation, Donghua Sword Immortal poured out a white pill from the pill bottle, opened his mouth and swallowed it, then closed his eyes and prepared to refine the medicinal power.

"boom!"

There was a slight sound inside his body, and his abdomen visibly swelled for a moment.

Donghua Sword Immortal suddenly opened his eyes and hissed: "This pill..."

"This pill contains the primordial purple energy." Shui Yuexian gave a direct answer and asked, "Is the zodiac energy in your body suppressed?"

Donghua Sword Immortal checked his body and nodded, but said with some regret: "This pill is too weak. It is just a drop in the bucket to suppress the zodiac energy. Don't give it to other people. If it causes the zodiac energy in their bodies to run wild, it will only make them die faster."

Shui Yuexian said: "Although it cannot suppress the energy of the Yellow Path, it is enough to suppress the 'barrier' when facing the Mad God. Now that the Salvation Sect has surfaced, our people will inevitably fight against the Salvation Sect. This Thunder Tribulation Pill... just happens to come in handy."

She looked at Zhao Qi'an and asked, "How many of these pills do you have?"

Zhao Qi'an replied, "There are several boxes, but I don't know what they are for, so I don't bring most of them with me."

"A few boxes...are not enough."

"But I have the manual for refining this pill in my hand. If the Imperial Master needs it, I am willing to give it to him."

Zhao Qi'an's action of not keeping anything for himself made the two people present look at him with higher regard, and they had a better opinion of him in their hearts.

Shui Yuexian nodded and said, "Thank you for your kindness. I will ask for credit for this matter in front of His Majesty."

"Thank you, Imperial Master."

……

As the night deepened, candles were still lit in the study of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

As usual, Wu Yong brought the memorial back home and continued to deal with the official business that he had not completed during the day.

But he sat in the study for a long time tonight. When he came to his senses, he looked down at the memorial in his hand, and felt a little confused:
"Have I just read this letter?"

He had no recollection of the contents of the memorial, but the comments under it were definitely written by him. Wait, what was he doing just now?

Wu Yong held his forehead, closed the letter, and sighed softly.

After losing the red elixir, his body seemed to age overnight and he no longer had the vigor and vitality he had before.

He rested for a while, then forced himself to concentrate and prepare to finish reading the rest of the memorial.

Today’s things are done today!
This sentence has always been his life principle.

"what?"

Just when Wu Yong was feeling tired, a memorial to the emperor caught his attention and restored some of his spirits.

He frowned as he held the memorial in his hand. He flipped through it and saw the word "Zhao" written in a flamboyant style.

Zhao Qi'an...

Wu Yong frowned and read the contents of the memorial word by word.

The Zhao family of Donghai is willing to donate generously to rebuild Jingzhou, develop water conservancy, start civil engineering, and use work-for-relief to help the court solve the hidden dangers of resettlement of refugees...

Every word between the lines is saying "to relieve the king's worries", but in his eyes, every word and sentence is about "profit".

By candlelight, Wu Yong finished reading the contents of the memorial and couldn't help muttering to himself, "This Zhao Qi'an has gained the emperor's favor. He has finally torn off his disguise and revealed his fangs."

He was a smart man and could see what Zhao Qi'an...or the Zhao family of Donghai wanted.

The Zhao family of Donghai wants to monopolize the operating rights of all trade in Jingzhou except salt and iron.

But unfortunately, this is an open conspiracy.

Everyone can see clearly what the Zhao family of Donghai is doing, but who wants to get a piece of the pie? Who can get a piece of the pie?

What the Zhao family of Donghai is plotting is future benefits, but before that they must come up with real money to support Jingzhou's economic recovery. This is not something that can be accomplished in one or two years. It is a long-term project that will not pay off until at least ten or twenty years.

In this whole world, apart from the Zhao family of Donghai who have the financial resources and courage, which other aristocratic family dares to do so?
Wu Yong himself was born into the Wu family of Xuzhou, a family with a history of thousands of years. The family heritage is profound.

But does the Wu family dare to use up all the wealth accumulated over thousands of years to support Jingzhou, a city in need of reconstruction, for more than ten or twenty years?
Family members know their own business. Wu Yong can't do it, and the Xuzhou Wu family can't come up with an astronomical amount of money.

But there was one thing that Wu Yong didn't quite understand. This Zhao Qi'an dared to make such a bet in Jingzhou. Wasn't he afraid that the current emperor would abandon him after he had served his purpose?
He wanted to reject the memorial, but after a moment's hesitation, he sighed, "The emperor's favor is strong, so I have nothing to fear."

He picked up the pen and wrote three words on the memorial with a red brush:

"Please Judge"

……

"Fifth Marquis, Zhao Qi'an has accomplished something extraordinary again."

Inside the Yangxin Palace, Emperor Tianwu's extremely fat hand was holding a small white wax pill. He looked at it in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

The Fifth Marquis bowed and said, "Hai Qing Bo has made many contributions, which is a good thing. Why is Your Majesty so worried?"

Emperor Tianwu threw the wax ball in his hand into his mouth without even chewing it, and there was no sign of it rolling in his throat.

But after he swallowed it, he heard a dull explosion in his abdomen, but the sound was not so clear because of the thick layer of fat.

Emperor Tianwu sighed, "I just rewarded him, and now he has made another contribution. I am just worried about what to reward him with. Last time, Donghua was sarcastic in front of me and said that I was stingy."

Wuhou Qiansui showed understanding on his face, and he walked a few steps quickly to the front of Emperor Tianwu, and took out a memorial from his sleeve: "It just so happens that Prime Minister Wu sent a memorial to ask for your judgment. This memorial is written by Hai Qingbo himself. Your Majesty may wish to take a look, maybe it can alleviate your worries..."

(End of this chapter)