After exhausting myself to death

Shen Minghuan felt that what he said was correct.

He came to this small world to perform a mission, and Nan Huaijin is the protagonist of the story. Rounding things off, isn't he just here for Nan Huaijin?

But Nan Huaijin burst into tears after hearing this. He cried ugly and miserably and couldn't stop for a long time.

Shen Minghuan was most afraid of this kind of thing. He turned around and tried to find his almighty Zizheng for help, but saw Xie Zhifei silently walking to the corner at some point, with his back to them, in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shen Minghuan:? ? ?

Nie Shiyun:? ? ?

Nie Shiyun was used to not being able to understand what smart people said, but this scene was still a bit outrageous. He looked around, wanting to discuss it with his friend Yuwenshan, and found that Yuwenshan had already excitedly arranged for people to go to Yan country to rob... and had a friendly exchange.

Sui Qing again refused to chat. Nie Shiyun was a little bored. Looking around, he found a figure lying on the ground.

He patted his head and said, "Your Highness, Your Majesty...how should we deal with this person?"

Emperor Yong tortured himself until he had no strength to cry out in pain, and lay motionless on the ground. The blood in his palm was still bleeding, and he was afraid of the pain, so he didn't even dare to move his hands to take out the rag in his mouth.

Very proactive and calm, Nie Shiyun almost forgot that there was such a person.

Emperor Yong had never suffered this kind of pain in his life. He felt that his whole body was in pain. If no one cared about him, he might die of pain. Hearing in a daze that these people finally mentioned how to deal with him, Emperor Yong quickly opened his eyes wide and tried to express his plea with his eyes.

He could abdicate, he could give the throne to Shen Minghuan, he could do anything as long as he let the imperial physician diagnose and treat him.

Shen Minghuan turned to Nan Huaijin and asked, "Huaijin, how do you want to deal with it?"

Nan Huaijin was still crying, with piercing hatred in his tear-filled eyes, "I want to put him in jail!"

There were 247 members of their Nan family, together with his brother-in-law who was deeply in love with his sister and his wife. With such a blood feud, he wished he could cut 248 knives on Emperor Yong's body!

Lingchi's punishment was too harsh and was detrimental to peace, not to mention that Shen Wei was still an emperor and was Shen Minghuan's filial father.

Nan Huaijin quickly regained some sense amidst the hatred that swept through his mind. He did not want to embarrass Shen Minghuan, "Your Highness, I..."

"Can."

Nan Huaijin was stunned and heard Shen Minghuan's serious voice: "Do you want to do it yourself?"

Shen Wei was like a dying fish thrown to the shore. He whined from his throat and struggled to escape, but Nie Shiyun quickly held him down with his eyes and hands.

Nan Huaijin's silence was misunderstood by Shen Minghuan as unwillingness, so he waved his hand, "Pull Ling Chi down and find a professional executioner."

Nie Shiyun responded happily and dragged Shen Wei away.

"Wait a minute." Nan Huaijin slowly came back to his senses. He blinked slowly and met Shen Minghuan's questioning eyes mixed with concern.

Nan Huaijin smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, why did you agree to everything?"

"Why doesn't Gu agree to such a trivial matter?" Shen Minghuan was puzzled, "Huaijin, have you forgotten that Gu said that you are very important, much more important than Shen Wei. He made you sad. How do you want to take revenge on Gudu? help you."

Nan Huaijin started to cry again. While crying, he pulled Nie Shiyun, "I'm just kidding, no need to Ling Chi, just click kill."

Before Shen Wei had time to rejoice at the first half of his sentence, he sobbed and struggled again.

Nie Shiyun had Nan Huaijin with pear blossoms and rain in one hand, and Shen Wei with tears in his other hand. He was caught in the middle, at a loss and confused.

Shen Minghuan felt uncomfortable, and he pulled Xie Zhifei in the corner, "Zizheng, what is going on?"

Xie Zhifei sneered at him, "Young master, please eat less candied fruits after drinking the medicine."

Shen Minghuan:? ? ?

What does it have to do with him?

*

The people are more accepting of the change of dynasty than they imagined.

They were still afraid when Yuwen's army didn't come, but when they found out that the so-called rebels respected the people more than the city guards, those fears slowly dissipated.

Then the news spread that the leader of the rebels was the prince of his country, and the last trace of concern disappeared. The common people don't know what the royal dispute is. In their eyes, isn't this the difference between the left hand and the right hand? The emperor's beacon-fire play with the princes to amuse his son is worthy of contempt, but it is not incomprehensible.

In just two hours, when the officials entered the palace, the pedestrians they saw on the road had returned to their normal lives. They were busy working for their livelihoods as usual, and they were in such a hurry that they had no time to pay any more attention to the change of imperial power.

Entering the palace in sequence, strictly identifying one's identity, confiscating sharp weapons, correcting rituals and censors to verify court rituals... This set of procedures that are carried out every day is so familiar, but at this moment, it seems a bit strange inexplicably.

Even the main hall of the court meeting has been reorganized, and the dragon chair has been replaced in such a short period of time. The presence of the new person in power is everywhere evident, but it seems that nothing has changed.

"Prince, I wonder where your Majesty is?"

The upright ministers scrawled a salute, and then questioned him with an angry look. In fact, I knew in my heart that Shen Wei was probably in trouble, but I still had some expectations, thinking that Shen Minghuan would be wary of Youyou's words, at least not hurting Shen Wei's life.

No matter how outrageous the emperor Shen Wei is, he is still their monarch. And who is Shen Minghuan? A hostage who is attached to Yan and even betrays his country for glory, a treacherous villain who leads the enemy's army to invade the mother country's territory?

Shen Minghuan seemed not to feel the disrespect and anger of everyone. His eyes showed compassion and he said sadly: "When my father saw that there was an orphan in the Yong Kingdom, he felt great relief and was so happy that he couldn't calm down for a long time. He died on the spot."

Nan Huaijin bowed to Shen Minghuan cooperatively and raised his head with red eyes, "Your Highness, I express my condolences. The late Emperor had high hopes for Your Highness and asked Your Highness to cheer up and lead the Yong Kingdom to unify the Nine Provinces and create a prosperous and peaceful age!"

Xie Zhifei, who was a step behind:...

Xie Zhifei has a noble character and has been upright and upright throughout his life. He is full of conspiracy, relies on his talents and strategies, and uses his absolute strength to solve all the problems in front of him.

Whether it was when he was the son of the Xie family or after he became a slave, Xie Zhifei had never set foot in the officialdom. Compared with guessing the thoughts of officials and killing people with words, he was far inferior to Nan Huaijin, who was deeply involved in this art.

Xie Zhifei quickly reflected on himself.

This won't work. When the young master becomes emperor in the future, he will definitely stand by his side and help him eradicate his political enemies with evil intentions, so that the young master's will can be carried out unimpeded across the land of Kyushu.

As long as it can be beneficial to the young master, he will be happy to have blood on his hands, and he will not want to be regarded as a Rakshasa evil ghost.

The most important thing is that if Nan Huaijin can do it, he can do it too.

Nan Huaijin continued: "The late emperor has a will, and we, as human ministers, must obey it. I now respect His Highness the Crown Prince as the new emperor, and will hold a coronation ceremony on a certain date. Do you have any objections?"

After speaking, his tone gradually became cold and cold.

He was obviously the most inconspicuous and humble servant in the palace, but once he took off his disguise, he became as powerful as the powerful ministers who had held high positions for many years. He didn't know where he got his confidence from.

"Nan Huaijin, you are confused." A minister said, "Since you have such ability, Brother Qi'an will be proud of you even if he is alive, but how can you betray the country?"

His sorrow does not seem to be fake. Nan Huaijin had just spoken out to save their lives in front of Shen Minghuan. He was naturally grateful, and naturally regarded Nan Huaijin as a righteous man and included him in their camp. Who would have thought that after not seeing each other for two hours, this man would already be heartbroken for Shen Minghuan.

Nan Huaijin's expression did not change. He had received so many insults and abuses over the years, Shen Wei would often ridicule him for having disgraced his grandfather and being a shameful scum of the Nan family. In comparison, the minister's words were implicit.

"If your Excellency wants to follow the late Emperor, Your Majesty is not unable to agree."

The late emperor is already dead, so the meaning of following is self-evident.

In the original plot, Nan Huaijin supported the fourth prince to ascend to power, and then gradually took control of the government. In the process, he was criticized countless times by these ministers, which was a hundred times more serious than the attack on Shen Minghuan at this time.

At that time, he was attacked from both sides and was exhausted mentally and physically. In the darkest moment, he even doubted himself and almost died to apologize for his heinous crimes.

Even so, he never thought of eradicating these ministers.

Nan Huaijin had always had a compassionate heart. He wanted to leave a group of virtuous ministers for the Yong Kingdom who really did practical things, so he never wavered no matter how many grievances he suffered.

But Shen Minghuan couldn't bear to be wronged, even the slightest bit was too much for him.

Nan Huaijin thought indifferently that he could do what this minister could do anyway, so Yong State actually did not lack one or two people.

Xie Zhifei thought so too. He stood next to Shen Minghuan and said calmly: "You don't seem to recognize your identity yet? Shen Wei is dead. If you recognize my young master as the crown prince, you should pay homage to the new emperor. If you don't, Then you are the ministers of a subjugated country, so you should hold the jade in your arms and ask for mercy and forgiveness from the new master."

Shen Minghuan hesitated to speak. He felt that the current atmosphere was inexplicably solemn. He wanted to say something, but after thinking for a moment, he couldn't say anything.

His two counselors are both pure and kind people, how could they shout and kill at every turn? It's probably all strategy.

Shen Minghuan was very willing to give the counselors a chance to display their talents. He leaned on his chair and watched the show with interest.

*

Xie Zhifei and Nan Huaijin did not care about killing, and the courtiers who confronted them were not afraid of death.

Seeing that bloodshed was about to occur, Yuwenshan, who had finished reorganizing the palace, burst in with excitement and excitement.

Shen Wei is dead, and there are still many of his concubines, princes and princesses in the imperial city. Some of them committed suicide out of despair when they heard Shen Minghuan's name, but most people did not have the courage.

Shen Minghuan's subordinates were too conscientious to let Shen Minghuan worry about such personal matters. Nan Huaijin, who was familiar with the palace, used his brain, Xie Zhifei spoke, and Yu Wenshan helped arrange the group of people clearly.

Yuwenshan was busy with this matter just now.

Perhaps because of the victory, Yu Wenshan was in an unusually high mood all day long. He did not notice the strange atmosphere in the venue and happily replied: "Sir, a man calling himself Lu Jia came to the palace gate, saying he was Mr. Zhou. He was sent to bring a message to the young master."

"Mr. Zhou?" Shen Minghuan, who was enjoying watching the theater, was surprised when he heard this. He sat up straight and said with a bit of seriousness in his tone: "Bring him in." Since their separation, Zhou Yan had always communicated with him by sending letters.

The letter written by the old gentleman will be delivered to Shen Minghuan through a special channel quickly by a dedicated person, which is safe and convenient. Therefore, Shen Minghuan was a little surprised to hear that the message was delivered by a real person this time.

Logically speaking, Shen Minghuan had made foolproof preparations for Zhou Yan's safety. Even if there was an accident, Mr. Zhou could be guaranteed to survive at least until Shen Minghuan rescued him.

But reality has always been difficult to develop as expected.

Shen Minghuan couldn't help but feel worried. Could it be that the situation was so critical that Mr. Zhou no longer had the conditions to write a letter?

Xie Zhifei couldn't care less about the stubborn courtiers of Yan State. As the two top and most trusted advisers around Shen Minghuan, although he was always tit for tat with Mr. Zhou, trying to differentiate, but that was just among the literati. The way they communicate, the affection between them is definitely not low.

Seeing Nan Huaijin's doubtful eyes, Xie Zhifei, who had initially regarded him as one of his own, quickly explained: "Old Mr. Zhou Yanzhou is also the Young Master's adviser, but the old Mr. is currently stationed in the Yan Kingdom for the Young Master. I can only introduce you to you when I have the opportunity in the future. ”

"Ah?" Nan Huaijin didn't know what to say for a moment, so he repeated in shock: "Garrisoned in...Yan Kingdom?"

Can this word be used in this way? Whose Yan State is Yan State?

The courtiers who supported and did not support Shen Minghuan's becoming emperor were all stunned for a moment.

Is Zhou Yan the world-famous Zhou Yan they heard about? There were rumors before that he accepted Emperor Yan's recruitment, so why did he become Shen Minghuan's adviser?

The courtiers who were holding their necks and would rather die than surrender looked at each other and touched their faces in embarrassment. They had an inexplicable feeling that they had misunderstood something very important.

Yuwenshan quickly brought people in.

Lu Jia was born into poverty, was rescued when he was about to starve to death, and then naturally joined the Chamber of Commerce. He had never learned the etiquette of meeting the royal family, so he kowtowed firmly as soon as he entered the door, and raised his eyes full of admiration and enthusiasm.

The grand hall is magnificent and majestic, and people who see it for the first time will inevitably feel intimidated. However, although Lu Jia's movements were exaggerated, the courtiers did not notice any uneasiness or embarrassment. It seemed that they completely trusted the person sitting above and were not afraid of death. Perhaps it was an honor to die for this man.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhou asked you to bring a message?" Shen Minghuan regained his enthusiasm. Seeing Lu Jia's expression, he knew that Zhou Yan should be doing well, but he didn't know what kind of medicine the old gentleman was selling.

Only then did Lu Jia look a little at a loss. He licked his lips and explained with some embarrassment: "Sir, he asked me to wait until the young master captures Yongdu and find a time when there are more people."

Xie Zhifei, who was preparing to clear Yuwenshan, said:...

The reluctant courtiers quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Zhifei felt something was wrong, and said expressionlessly, "Sir, why don't you retreat first?"

Even if Lu Jia came under Zhou Yan's order, if Shen Minghuan wanted him to talk privately, then of course he would still listen to Shen Minghuan. Xie Zhifei didn't believe that something had to be said in front of so many people. It was not a good thing to specify.

Xie Zhifei was just talking, or he was habitually antagonizing Mr. Zhou. He believed in Zhou Yan's character and believed that he would not do anything detrimental to the young master.

Shen Minghuan also knew that Xie Zhifei was just talking out of anger, and he was deeply troubled by this. Why did his two advisers always like to quarrel? Nan Huaijin would definitely not be like this.

Shen Minghuan didn't want to join this war at all, otherwise he would be chased and asked who he thought was more reasonable. He pretended not to hear and said to Lu Jia, "Speak now."

The courtiers pricked up their ears.

Lu Jia said honestly: "Sir, he said he has no money and asked the young master to give him some money."

Xie Zhifei:…

He knew nothing good was going to happen!

Courtiers:? ? ?

Why do you have to say this in front of many people? Could it be that the purpose of their existence was to recruit people for moral kidnapping so that Shen Minghuan had to give money for the sake of face?

And, what is the relationship between these two people?

Shen Minghuan opened his eyes wide: "Didn't Gu leave all the gold and silver in Shen's house to him?"

Lu Jia scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's all spent."

Xie Zhifei covered his chest, breathing rapidly, and asked tremblingly: "So much money, all spent? Isn't it enough? What did he do to him?"

Xie Zhifei was in charge of the Chamber of Commerce's account books, and every penny of the money was earned under his guidance. He worked hard for half a year, but Zhou Yan spent it all in less than two months.

If Zhou Yan were in front of him at this moment, he might even start to take action.

Lu Jia nodded sheepishly, "The Chamber of Commerce brought back several new types of seeds. Sir, he was very happy and recruited many good farmers to try planting them in Huangzhuang on the outskirts."

He explained to Zhou Yan: "Sir, he said that these seeds are very important. The fruits that grow can not only fill the stomach, but also have a yield at least three times that of rice. If they can be successfully grown, the people will not starve to death."

Now it was the courtiers' turn to breathe quickly. Even in the past, which was called the prosperous age, many people under the rule of the dynasty suffered from hunger and cold.

Xie Zhifei was not fooled, "It won't take so much!"

Huangzhuang doesn't spend money. There are so many refugees now and there is no shortage of manpower. Even the seeds are brought back by the Chamber of Commerce. It is simply a business without capital. Why does Zhou Yan need to spend money?

Lu Jia said: "Mr. plans to dig canals, build more private schools and orphanages, allocate fields to the people, exempt taxes for one year to encourage work and open up wasteland, and hold the imperial examination after the spring..."

It's all about money.

Xie Zhifei's fingers twitched and his voice trembled: "How much more does he want?"

Lu Jia reported a number, and Xie Zhifei's breath froze and he almost fainted.

Fortunately, he was standing close, and Shen Minghuan reached out to give him a hand, "Zizheng, are you okay?"

Xie Zhifei rubbed his brows and stood up straight, saying distressedly: "Sir, this is all the money in the Chamber of Commerce's accounts."

Lu Jia was like a robot, and the program was triggered by this sentence, "Sir, I will come back after all the money is spent. The money piled up is just wasteland. Only when it is spent can it be useful. For the people's livelihood, the money is worth it."

Lu Jia was a native of the Yan State. He used to be hungry and had no energy to care about the political power. Now he has no worries about food and clothing. He also hopes that his hometown will be better. Therefore, what Zhou Yan explained is sonorous and powerful.

Xie Zhifei said angrily: "He said it lightly. If money is so easy to make, then let him earn it himself. This money is too much. What if it is all given to the young master and he needs to use the money? The Yong Kingdom is now in a state of desperate need. On the occasion of the expedition to the Jin Kingdom soon, the daily rations for the army are not a small amount. Master, we can only give half at most. "

Nan Huaijin generally understood, and he soon joined in, arguing with arguments: "People's livelihood is important, but there is no need to rush for a while. For example, the canal can be discussed after the world is calm. Money must be spent wisely. Your Highness, I I agree with Mr. Zizheng and can’t give it.”

Xie Zhifei said he would give half of it, but he was even more ruthless and refused to give it.

Lu Jia couldn't explain the truth, and his debating skills were far inferior to those of these two great counselors. Fortunately, Zhou Yan taught him a few tricks when he set out.

Lu Jia knelt on the ground, his face flushed, and he shouted sadly: "Young master, you can't treat one with favoritism. The people of Yan are also your subjects. If the Yong State has a master and you personally take charge, the Yan State doesn't deserve even a little money." ?”

Nan Huaijin sneered in his heart for playing this trick with me.

He knelt down without hesitation and said, "Your Highness, the late emperor indulged in pleasure and the treasury was empty all year round. He made an alliance with the Yan State half a year ago and even ate up the last rations of the people. It's still early for the autumn harvest. Please, Your Highness Have mercy on us, the people of Yong."

Don't forget what kind of life Nan Huaijin has lived these years. In terms of his ability to pretend to be pitiful, Xie Zhifei and Zhou Yan combined are not as good as him.

When necessary, he could even abandon his dignity...but if his grandfather knew about it, he would probably be disappointed.

Shen Minghuan, who was stared at by two pairs of equally fervent pleading eyes: "Ah...this..."

Shen Minghuan caused trouble: "Zizheng, what do you think?"

Lu Jia immediately shouted again, "Mr. Xie, Mr. Zhou said that if you help him this time, he will owe you a favor."

He hinted: "Mr. Xie and Mr. Zhou are both young masters who surrendered to the Yan Kingdom. They should be in the same camp."

Xie Zhifei was about to speak when suddenly a choked plea came from his ears:

"Your Majesty, the Yong Kingdom is miserable."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Yan State has begun to restore people's livelihood, but the people of Yong State even have problems eating."

"Your Majesty, there are no canals, no schools, no orphanages in Yong State, and the people do not have farmland yet..."

Everyone looked around and found that the ones crying the loudest were the ministers who just refused to acknowledge Shen Minghuan's identity as Crown Prince.

Now even "Your Majesty" has been called.

Nan Huaijin: "..."

From the looks of it, his little ability seems to be nothing.

Xie Zhifei: "..."

What a terrible Yong Kingdom.

Shen Minghuan, surrounded by eager eyes, said: "...Ah this."