PFC Chapter 245 Brothers are killing each other, who should I help?
Chapter 245 Brothers are killing each other, who should I help?
In the end, Li Lin only bought some wood, iron ingots and furs.
After all, he was not the kind of prince who liked luxury, as could be seen from his palace which was built like a fortress.
Although he also liked luxurious things, he loved iron horses and golden swords, and scimitars and longbows even more.
However, He Conglong still gave him five glass products, including the glass bowl.
Li Lin did not refuse, but promised not to reveal the origin of the item or sell it.
After settling the Fengguo merchant caravan, Li Lin returned to the mansion.
He stood quietly in front of the table, staring at the five pieces of delicate glassware on it for a long time.
These glasswares glowed with crystal clear luster under the candlelight, and were even more exquisite than when they were seen outside before.
There was a sound of soft footsteps behind him. Li Lin didn't even turn his head, but just stood there blankly.
A soft hand fell on Li Lin's shoulder. He then turned sideways to look at the Princess of Yan beside him. With a complex look in his eyes, he slowly spoke:
"My beloved, do you know how much these glasswares of Sixth Brother's are worth? How simple are they to acquire?"
"Such exquisite things are rarely seen among the common people, and they may not be seen often even in the palace."
"And in Fengguo, hundreds of similar vessels are produced every day, and the quality of each one is no worse than these."
Princess Yan approached gently, her eyes falling tenderly on the glassware. She knew that Li Lin's emotion was not just because of the preciousness of these objects.
She said softly, "Prince Feng controls the method of making this glass, which means he controls a great deal of wealth. One day, he will surely become as wealthy as an entire nation."
"Yeah..." Li Lin sighed and held Princess Yan's hand. "What does Sixth Brother need so much money for?"
Although Li Lin is a martial-minded border king, it does not mean that he has no political acumen.
He could feel that as the princes grew older, it seemed that every brother had a yearning for that position.
Even he himself would occasionally imagine what it would feel like to sit on the dragon throne.
However, he also felt a deep fear about it.
As the prince's younger brother, he knew how obsessed the prince was with that position.
The kings of Qin and Jin held heavy troops and were eyeing the throne covetously. A bloody internal strife was inevitable in the future.
Li Lin didn't want to see this scene, so he deeply suppressed his inner desire.
And now, his most promising sixth brother is gradually showing his potential.
Prince Feng Li Che, the sixth prince who was ignored by all his brothers and sisters, became the most powerful prince in Daqing in less than a year.
In terms of military strength, his subordinates were all elites who had experienced many battles, and with the advantage of gunpowder, they could even defeat the Khitan.
As for people's livelihood, as Li Lin continued to come into contact with the people, he realized that the area outside the Great Wall was not a barren land at all. On the contrary, it was very rich.
In terms of financial resources, a piece of glass can allow him to reap the wealth of all the wealthy families in the world.
When crystal clear glass came into being, turbid colored glaze was soon discarded by the nobles.
They will be proud of using glass, and then this trend will spread throughout Daqing, and Li Che will take the opportunity to make a huge fortune.
Li Che has already demonstrated such strength, and Li Lin doesn't believe that he has no ideas about that position.
"Alas..." Li Lin sighed and asked softly to the princess beside him, "Do you think that position is really that good? It makes brothers meet on the battlefield and kill each other?"
Princess Yan smiled gently and said softly, "Your Majesty, perhaps the princes are not greedy for the throne, but fear."
"Oh?" Li Lin looked at her puzzledly.
"The Crown Prince has a gloomy temperament. He has a bad relationship with every vassal prince except you. Think about it, if you were the King of Qin, the King of Jin, or the King of Feng, wouldn't you be afraid of the reckoning after the Crown Prince ascends the throne?"
Li Lin was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "So, it's actually the Crown Prince's fault?"
Princess Yan shook her head and smiled without saying anything.
"My beloved, please think about this for me. If the Crown Prince and Old Six continue to fight to the death, who should I help?"
Princess Yan said softly, "Your Highness shouldn't think about who to help. You should think about which of them will not commit fratricide after ascending to that position."
Li Lin understood something, and the look in his eyes became more complicated.
. . . . . .
"what!!!"
There were bursts of shrill cries coming from the prince's bedroom, as if a ghost was demanding his life.
Outside the door, rows of eunuchs and palace maids knelt on the ground, trembling.
Beside the bed, holding the disheveled prince in his arms, Bixie sobbed and advised, "Your Highness, bear with it. You will be fine after this period."
The latter pressed his left leg tightly, with deformed gout stones bulging on the joints, and his skin was tight and shiny, as if it could burst at any time.
"Why should I endure this? Why did this fatal leg disease find me?" The prince's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. "I am a real dragon! I am the crown prince of Daqing! I have the national destiny to protect me!"
"Why doesn't it go find Li Che? Why doesn't it go find Li Cheng or Li Yuan?!"
"Why don't you go find your father..."
Halfway through his words, Bixie turned pale with fear. Without caring about anything else, he covered the prince's mouth with his hand.
"Your Highness, be careful with your words, be careful with your words!"
The prince had no strength left, and after venting his anger, his body became even more limp.
The moans were intermittent, sometimes low, sometimes high, like the pain that was being suppressed but uncontrollable.
His hands gripped the quilt tightly, his knuckles turning white from the exertion.
Every time he moved his legs slightly, an expression of unbearable pain would appear on his face, and this simple action would cause great torture.
As time passed, the sunlight outside the palace shone through the window lattices onto the ground.
Finally, the prince slowly woke up from his coma.
The pain comes and goes quickly. It is excruciating when it comes and can even last for several days.
But when the symptoms disappear, people can return to normal in a very short time.
Seeing Bixie lying on the ground exhausted, a soft glint flashed in the prince's eyes: "Bixie."
Bixie quickly stood up and asked in surprise, "Your Highness, are you okay?"
The prince nodded and said, "I am fine now. What time is it now?"
"It's already the morning hour."
The prince slowly sat up from the bed and said weakly, "The court meeting is about to begin. Please change my clothes."
Bixie showed concern: "Your Highness, you have just recovered from a serious illness, please rest for a while."
The prince shook his head stubbornly:
"My influence in the court is getting weaker and weaker. If I don't attend court anymore, I'm afraid there won't be a place for me in Xuanzheng Hall."
The prince insisted on going to court, and the evil spirit had no way to help him bathe and change his clothes.
Under the protection of the Eastern Palace guards, the master and servant hurried to the Xuan Zheng Hall. When they arrived at the door, the court meeting had already begun.
As the prince stepped onto the stairs, he heard the minister's report from inside:
"Your Majesty, the Fengguo merchant caravan has arrived in the north..."
The prince's pale face suddenly darkened.
Fengguo! Li Che! It's him, Li Che again!
Is there nothing else to discuss in the Daqing court? Besides the Feng Kingdom, can't they discuss something else?!