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Chapter 1209 Chapter 1209: The eighth year of Yuanhuang (Part 2) [Ask for monthly votes]

It is impossible to fight.

Therefore, the censors who were coaxed and mistakenly eaten by Qi Shan became the only victims of this incident. The people at the censor station once saw Qi Shan walking around against the wall, for fear that the other party would take out something from their sleeves. A biochemical weapon that can make people mute! Life is worse than death!

Spring passes and autumn comes, cold comes and summer comes.

Another year of heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, time flows smoothly to Yuanhuang's eighth year.

An unexpected guest came to Shen Tang's palace.

"Which muddy field did you roll back from?"

His words were not impolite. All the secret guards appeared, surrounded Shen Tang who was bending down to scoop water to wash his feet, and drew their knives to face the uninvited guest. Shen Tang threw the wooden ladle back into the water and waved his hand to signal the guards to retreat: "You don't need to pay attention to this person."

The guards received the news and retreated to their original places in an orderly manner.

The uninvited guest sneered and commented: "A bunch of rabble."

With this little strength, you still want to compete with yourself?

Shen Tang said angrily: "They are still young and cannot compare to you who are more than 200 years old. There is a limit to shamelessness. This is still my palace. Next time you come, you can let others know. You can come as you please. Just leave, be careful I spread your ashes!"

The uninvited guest did not take Shen Tang's words at heart. As an inhuman being, he had no such thing as a heart.

"Uncle asked me to ask you, when will you take action?"

The well-camouflaged skeleton in front of him was none other than Wei Cheng.

Shen Tang pretended to be deaf and dumb: "What action?"

Wei Cheng knew that she was doing this on purpose, but still reminded him: "Your time is running out. Only the northwest of the world is in your hands."

The last time they went to war was against Zhenguo.

Weicheng's uncle and nephew thought that Shen Tang would take advantage of his morale to continue to send troops to the southwest or central part. Unexpectedly, he had no intention of doing so. He blackmailed a circle of small countries, and after receiving enough benefits, he stopped with satisfaction. Until Yuanhuang's eighth year, there was not a single war!

Shen Tang: "Are you in a hurry? This year's Jitian Ceremony is not over for half an hour. Fighting is important, but having enough food is also important."

Food is the most important thing for the people.

With today's productivity still highly dependent on land output, spring plowing is naturally a top priority. Shen Tang refers to the land ceremony as the ceremony before the spring plowing. The king of the country and the civil and military officials work together to plow the land. Shen Tang supports the grass and holds the whip, while the officials are responsible for sowing and offering sacrifices to the God of Spring to pray for good weather this year. Generally, a few pieces of land are plowed symbolically, as long as the meaning is in place. In this way, the people of Kang State show that they attach great importance to farming. Most of the land is handled by dedicated farmers.

However, Shen Tang is a strange flower.

She led the civil and military officials to clean up the thousand acres of land, and then divided the snacks and pasta made from last year's crops into several parts, and rewarded part of them to the civil and military ministers, hoping that they would remember that "Every grain of rice is hard work." , continuing to uphold the fine style of frugality, simplicity and honesty, some of the rewards were given to the farmers who came to watch the ceremony, thanking them for working with their hands and feeding the country of Kang.

The remainder is put into the treasury and used for charity and disaster relief purposes.

She has been doing these things since the Ha Yin period.

Yuanhuang has persisted for eight years until now.

Wei Cheng looked at Shen Tang, who had been bent over and working all day and was stained with dirt, and suddenly felt like he was punching cotton with his fist.

He said angrily: "Why, I said it wrong?"

It’s really [the emperor is not in a hurry, but the **** is]!

Shen Tang did not want to offend Wei Cheng, so he comforted him: "Of course Wei Chehou is right, but in war, it is important to have the right time, place, and people. Only when the three are gathered together can we conquer the enemy and win the battle without losing any of them."

Wei Cheng didn't want to be fooled by this trick at all, and said in disgust: "Don't throw away your book bag with me. If you believe in the military manual, it's better not to believe it. Who fights according to the military manual?"

Lao Deng said so, Shen Tang simply shut up.

Uncle Weicheng and Shen Tang have different positions. The relationship between the two parties cannot be said to be very good, and there are not many topics to talk about when they get together. Shen Tang closed his microphone, and Wei Cheng could only keep silent. The atmosphere was so awkward that all the secret guards wanted to hold their breath and pick their feet. In the end, it was Wei Cheng who couldn't hold his breath, and in a few breaths he made 800 little moves: "You, you - hey, Kang Guo is pretty good too."

Shen Tang was finally willing to give him a look.

"It's rare to be able to get even Wei Chehou to say a good word..."

She swore that she had no yin and yang aura, but it sounded bitter in Wei Cheng's ears, and the flames in her eyes also buzzed, and the color showed a bit of danger and depth. He said solemnly: "It's very much like the future we imagined together with the First Master."

Fight through this turbulent world, and after the darkness comes dawn.

How many of my old friends had this idea?

It's a pity that the peaceful and prosperous age only remains at the level of illusory imagination. I have never seen it with my own eyes, and I regret it for the rest of my life.

Kang Guo seems to have embodied this imagination.

There is plenty of food and clothing, and there is nothing left behind on the road.

The east and west are lined up in rows, and the front and back are parallel.

In the past few years, my uncle has been trapped in Kangguo for self-imprisonment and self-reflection, and he has a peaceful mind. Occasionally, he will send his Wenqi incarnation to go out for a breather, and he will inevitably interact with the people of Kangguo. Everything about food, clothing, housing and transportation made this descendant of an aristocratic family more than two hundred years ago silent.

I recall that the Wei family was still suffering from hunger in those days. Nowadays, the most ordinary people in the city have surplus food in their households, and their coarse linen clothes are not patched. Ordinary children can go to the local government school to learn a few words. The widows, widowers and lonely people all have something to rely on...

Wei Cheng felt a little awkward and managed to say something in a low voice.

"...Uncle, he...hopes you can win..."

[How could you not be willing to accept that such a grand scene is only fleeting? 】

Wei Lou knew that Shen Tang had spent most of his energy and financial resources on governing Kang State in recent years. If not, how could there have been earth-shaking changes in just a few years? He has never seen anyone with great power who can still stick to his true intentions, not be arrogant and extravagant, not be too happy with his achievements, and not abuse his power... There are occasionally all kinds of messy scandals, but they are just folk fabrications and have no evidence.

Just judging from the self-control of restraining desires -

Shen Youli is indeed a god.

However, this "god" must not forget about business!

If reunification cannot be completed within a time limit, no matter how well Kang Guo is managed and prosperous, it will only become the afterglow of the sunset.

Shen Tang was stunned for a moment, and his serious eyebrows softened: "I don't know that time is running out, but there is still a chance."

In other words, there is just one less chance of an attack!

It was rare for Wei Cheng to have an impatience: "Luo Li, if you miss a chance, I might be able to give you a push."

After all, he is also the former leader of the Eternal Life Cult.

Even though the current Eternal Life Sect has long been secretly divided up by major families in the southwest and seeks personal gains through its teachings, Wei Cheng can still do it if he wants to cause trouble. For example, issuing an oracle to instigate believers with a certain status in the secular world to illegally invade the territory of Kang State, or if that fails, sacrifice an unlucky person at random...

Once you have the handle, you can use your troops to launch an attack, and your division will be famous.

Shen Tang said: "Are you in a hurry?"

She took a sip of tea and said, "It's already being arranged."

Wei Cheng was so angry at Shen Tang's temper that he threw up his sleeves and left. Before leaving, he cursed: "A dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know a good heart!"

Twenty years later, Chehou Yu condescended to come to help, but she didn't know what to do!

Shen Tang: "..."

Looking at the direction in which Wei Cheng disappeared, she pressed her eyebrows and exhaled all her turbidity: "You are quite impatient for your age."

Toot toot, toot toot—

The tip of Shen Tang's ears heard the sound of flapping wings, followed closely by something rhythmically pecking at the wood window. Her heart moved, she stood up and pushed open the window. A blue bird lightly jumped on her fingertips, and then melted and stretched into a literary flower note.

There are only a few sentences in the flower note.

She looked to the southwest and whispered to herself.

"The wind is blowing, it's the east wind."

The cold weather in spring can kill young people.

The weather has been changing this spring, and half of Qi State has entered winter overnight.

The sudden drop in temperature made the already damp and dull depths of the dungeon even colder. The dark walls were covered with mold and moss, and rotten haystacks left spots on the ground. A woman in a thin spring shirt huddled in the corner, holding her knees with her hands and resting her forehead lightly on her knees.

Crash-the door chain was opened.

The crisp sound of metal touching broke the dark silence.

This dungeon is low and cramped, and no fresh air can come in even if the door is opened. The leading woman was dressed in rich brocade clothes, followed by two jailers who helped light the way with lamps and whispered to her from time to time to be careful where she stepped. The woman said: "No need to wait here."

The jailer looked troubled: "This, this can't be done..."

After hearing this, the woman no longer forced herself.

His eyes turned to the cell at the end.

"Then just open the door. Is that okay?"

The jailer did not dare to offend the famous person next to the king, so he took out a bunch of keys and opened the door: "Time is running out, please hurry up."

The woman walked into the cell and whispered: "Mrs. Cui—"

The crouched woman moved slightly and raised her head, revealing a haggard and pale face. Her eyes were numb and lifeless. She stared at the person for a long time before she recognized the person's identity.

The hoarse voice could not hide the loss: "...it's you."

"yes…"

The woman said weakly: "I thought it would be Cui Zhishan."

"He can't come now, but you'll be out soon."

When the woman heard this, she just shook her head, which was numb from the cold: "It doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter whether he comes or not."

"You should warm yourself up first. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing." The visitor shook off the cold-proof cloak he brought and put it on the woman's shoulders. He then used Wen Qi to warm her limbs and said solemnly, "This time it's us. You're careless...Mei Jinghe has good tricks! But this just proves that she has indeed been forced into a desperate situation..."

With the continuous input of Wen Qi, Cui Hui could finally feel her limbs that had become stiff and numb. She tightened her cloak and wanted to keep the warmth: "You still have to be careful with her...be careful to push her into a hurry and jump over the wall like a dog." Things... you were able to escape unscathed, but I, an ordinary person, suffered..."

Cui Hui wanted to say something light to lighten the atmosphere, but a sharp pain shot from the depths of her mind to Tianling Gai, causing her eyes to turn black.

Feeling dizzy and sweating profusely.

The visitor burst into anger and turned to question the jailer.

"How presumptuous! Who allowed you to punish her?"

The jailer was almost scared out of his wits by the sudden murderous aura. He said, "This, this... I am just following orders in my humble duty. Everything is ordered and ordered from above."

His knees went weak, and he almost couldn't stand and fell to his knees.

Just when the jailer thought that the noble man was about to go on a killing spree, the murderous aura suddenly stopped. Cui Hui raised his hand and caressed the back of her hand: "He is just a **** under the command of others. He acts according to orders. No one can blame him. It is said that he was executed, but in fact he has no flesh and blood injuries."

"There are indeed no flesh wounds, but—"

Spiritual torture mostly works on the spiritual level.

Tangible injuries on the body can be cured with magical elixirs, but invisible injuries on the mental level are extremely difficult.

There are very few doctors in the world who have this ability.

The person who is being sentenced will not care about the prisoner at all!

Cui Hui lowered his eyelids: "I can't die yet."

As a chess piece on the chessboard, Cui Hui knows how heavy his chess piece is.

Mei Jinghe would not let anything happen to her easily.

As for the punishment?

The turbulent waves in Cui Hui's eyes were all restrained.

When there is a lack of fire, it is time to add wood to the fire.

Mei Jinghe's plan to capture her was just to use her chess piece to beat Cui and test the bottom line.

The two sides also always restrained their anger in their confrontations.

However, this is not what Cui Hui wants.

How can we lose control without fire?

"When you go back, tell Cui Zhishan the truth about my situation." Cui Hui endured the constant numbness and dull pain coming from the depths of his mind, and smiled miserably, "I also want to see, our calm and unhurried Cui family leader, this How do I choose this time! How many pounds do I have in his heart..."

Miao Ne pursed her lips tightly: "Okay!"

With Miao Ne's assurance, Cui Hui's tense heartstrings finally relaxed, his consciousness gradually blurred, and his body felt heavier than ever before.

Bang—

There seemed to be a loud bang on the door!

"gram…"

Then a vague sound came from the sky.

"Kewu..."

The voice sounded familiar, and he must be an acquaintance.

Cui Hui tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as lead. No matter how hard he tried, they could not move at all. The strong feeling of suffocation accompanied by the burning pain in his chest brought a terrifying experience of being close to death.

"Kewu, wake up!"

I don't know how long it took, but my consciousness slowly returned under the urging of the noisy voice. She opened her eyes vaguely, and a blurry figure appeared in her field of vision. It was this person who was tirelessly making noise.

She said weakly: "Noise...shut up..."

Cui Hui thought his voice was loud, but in fact it was not much louder than a mosquito, but this response was enough to encourage the man.

"Katsugo, I'll take you home right now!"

A pair of strong arms picked her up.

Cui Hui subconsciously curled up in a familiar embrace and let himself fall asleep completely. He was finally safe!

She slept in a deep sleep, but she didn't know that everything was going on outside. Cui Zhi, the head of the Cui family, led his men to break into the prison.

The prisoner Cui Hui was taken away and openly protected him.

"Cui Zhishan, you are blatantly flouting the national law!" Mei Jinghe rushed over as soon as she received the news. When she saw Cui Hui being executed, her heart was filled with panic. Looking at Cui Zhi's gloomy and ferocious appearance, she suddenly felt It was clear that someone had plotted against him.

Who ordered Cui Hui to be executed?

"Contempt the national law? Oh, what if you, Mei Jinghe, were lynched without a final verdict?" Cui Zhi endured it again and again, showing great restraint, "Mei, I won't fight with you here, but this I will come to your home to settle the account with you in the future!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see clearly that this matter is not easy to deal with.

The leader of the Qi Kingdom has been in power for many years, and over time he has cultivated the dignity of being a powerful person without anger: "Jinghe, this is what you promised to Gu? This time not only did not touch the Cui family, but instead made many aristocratic families rebel and remonstrate, You must be held accountable.”

Mei Meng said: "Cui's Tun..."

The king asked sternly: "Where is the evidence? Do you still want to say that the evidence has been completely wiped out, and there is no evidence at present! From the beginning to the end, I have not seen the so-called evidence in your mouth. Do you think that you still have the power? Puppet?"

Mei Mengru was struck by lightning.

Cui Hui woke up and heard good news.

Mei Meng was demoted.

She chuckled at Miao Ne: "Have you been promoted?"

Miao Na said: "The king of the country also needs Jieyuhua."

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