Back Off, Let Me Come

"Cui Lang's words are too frivolous."

Luan Xin reacted slowly and reached out to stop Miao Ne.

Recognizing Miao Ne as a travel treasure based on his smell doesn't seem like much at first glance. At most, he can say that Cui Xiong has a good sense of smell and a good memory, but if you have to find fault, you can also say that he behaves frivolously. How often should an unmarried man and woman be in close contact before they can deeply remember each other's scent?

Even though the two of them were in love but polite, it didn't sound that way to outsiders. Luan Xin's face was not good, and his tone was a little colder: "The Cui family is a big family in the southwest, so I think the tutoring will be good. If it happens a second time, Luan won't mind sacrificing his face and talking to your grandfather." Talk to your father about this."

Cui Xiong's face turned pale.

It seems that there will be obstacles in the way.

"I wonder what you call Mr. Luan?"

Cui's information involves the facial features of several important officials in the Kang king's court. Even if the portraits are not highly recognizable, they can be identified by their unique monograms. Although Luan Xin is the official minister and the head of the six departments, his presence is not very high.

According to rumors, this man was gentle, honest, approachable, and one of the few kind people among the courtiers of Kang State. I have no enmity or any intersection with him, so why do I have a problem with him as soon as I meet him?

After thinking about it, it can only be because of "You Bao".

Luan Xin said: "Ximin is my student."

This answer made Cui Xiong's eyes darken again and again.

Once a teacher, always a father.

The master-disciple relationship is now second only to the blood relationship. What's the difference between acting arrogantly in front of Luan Xin and directly offending "You Bao"'s biological father? Cui Xiong didn't defend himself, he just bowed his hands and said obediently: "Junior Cui Xiong, I have met Master Luan."

He climbed up the pole, and now it was Luan Xin's turn to feel uncomfortable.

"Don't yell. What does it have to do with you and me? How can Luan be qualified to ask Cui's eldest son to call him 'Master Luan'?" Luan Xin refused rudely. His speaking tone was steady and unhurried, which vaguely brought great psychological pressure to people.

At least there was sweat on Cui Xiong's back, and his nervousness and anxiety were all covered up under the calm that accumulated over time.

He was so nervous that his eyes turned black: "The junior and the senior have been engaged for several years. They get along with each other in a affectionate and polite way. There is no transgression or frivolousness. She had... said goodbye to the junior before, I have been missing for more than two months, and I have never thought about it for a moment, so I am so excited that I can't help myself, so I ask Luan Gong to take a closer look."

Luan Xin ignored large sections of his speech.

He only cares about one thing.

"The person you are engaged to is You."

Cui Xiong's sky collapsed again and again, and his whole body became stiff.

Luan Xin continued: "Is Cui Lang making fun of me? Even though Luan rarely goes out, he knows that Ximin is from the Miao family, a small ethnic group in the northwest, and that he comes from a poor family that has been in trouble for many years. It should be impossible. Betrothed to the eldest son of the Cui family."

Find your fiancée if she goes missing.

What's the distaste for Chu here?

After Luan Xin finished speaking, he waved his sleeves to signal Miao Ne to follow him. The master and apprentice walked straight past Cui Xiong without any intention of stopping. Cui Xiong bit his lip slightly, his dark and moist eyes looked pitifully at Miao Ne's, who swerved away as if being burned. Miao Ne lowered her head, grabbed the hem of her clothes with her fingers, and walked quickly, as if there were jackals, tigers, and leopards chasing her behind her.

Completely out of Cui Xiong's sight, she still had the illusion that someone was locking her back with fiery eyes. After coming back to his senses, he almost bumped into Luan Xin who had stopped at some point: "Master Luan?"

Luan Xin said: "Don't be soft-hearted."

Don't be soft-hearted when dealing with men in relationships.

Because it is impossible to judge whether the other party is really pitiful or pretending to be pitiful, the show of weakness and pity is used as a weapon to attack the city.

Luan Xin was almost certain that Miao Ne was not only moved but also shaken when Cui Xiong said, "It's been three years and I can recognize your scent." Everyone wants to be unique and irreplaceable to others.

The less obvious blush on Miao Ne's face slowly receded.

She said: "I know."

The tone sounded very complicated.

She had no psychological burden from the deception for the past three years.

For her, being undercover is work, doing her job well is natural, and anything that prevents her from going undercover is a stumbling block.

Cui Xiong is not a stumbling block, but he is also a member of the official business.

When it comes to business matters, you should reflect on yourself only if you mess up.

She completed the task perfectly, why should she feel guilty?

It was his bad luck that Cui Xiong met him. He made mistakes by being tempted by him during this period. If he didn't change his mind even though he knew the truth, he was asking for trouble. However, Miao Ne didn't expect to run into Cui Xiong again so soon, and he didn't even feel ready.

Luan Xin reminded her: "You have to be patient."

Miao Ne didn't understand this.

Seeing the obvious questioning in her eyes, Luan Xin said slowly: "Cui Xiong is not really one of our own at the moment. Before the southwest is completely under the control of the royal court, he represents the Cui family, and the Cui family represents the interests of the southwest nobles. The game is not over."

It's easy to become a coquettish person when you get involved emotionally at this time.

"It's better to wait until the situation becomes clear before considering other things."

During this period, we can also see what Cui Xiong is, whether it is true or false. He can't always be flawless.

"Listen to Master Luan, don't you dislike him very much?"

Luan Xin's words just now were not polite at all.

"Why are you dissatisfied? As long as the person you are looking for is not someone like Gu Wangchao, it doesn't matter if his name is Cui Xiong or Cui Lang, as long as you are satisfied." To be honest, Luan Xin was quite satisfied with Cui Xiong.

This satisfaction is limited to Cui Xiong's family.

To get a romantic marriage, you only need to look at the face and body of the man and woman, and it is enough that they are handsome and healthy. When things start to rise, things go well, and things end when the excitement is over. But if you want to consider a longer-term marriage, you have to look at the other person's family background. The Cui family in the southwest has family background, and Cui Xiong's maternal grandfather Cui Xiao also has a background in the court. As the eldest son and grandson of this generation, Cui Xiong has money, power and fame. How much hardship can it save for future generations?

The talents of descendants also depend on luck.

But the heritage of our parents and ancestors is the real heritage.

Luan Xin did not say these words directly to Miao Ne, but she knew it in her heart. Miao Ne was not an ignorant noble girl who was raised in a boudoir and was ignorant of the world. She had the courage to weigh the pros and cons when her academic momentum was booming, and decisively dropped out of school to pursue a career in the world. Her behavior was reckless, but she could not be said to be wrong. Is it not easy to play Cui Xiong with all the experience and knowledge I have accumulated while still being safe and sound outside for many years?

As long as the starting point of the choice is for yourself and the future, even if you suffer a loss, you will not suffer much. You are afraid of habitually thinking about others and overflowing with sympathy regardless of status and occasion. For example, "He is so pitiful. He will be miserable if he leaves me." No way."

Is the life and death of others more important, or is your own happiness more important?

Miao Ne touched her nose guiltily and moved the topic away from herself: "Why does Master Luan hate Yushi Gu so much?"

This dislike is completely undisguised and does not consider giving face to colleagues. He said this behind Gu Chi's back, and he dared to say it in front of Gu Chi. Miao Ne thought that everyone in the officialdom was smiling. Even if he secretly wanted to cut his opponent into pieces, he would still greet him with a smile on the outside. Not to mention that Gu Chi was still a censor, and the leader of the censor's station was tasked with inspecting the superiors and subordinates. , impeaching officials, and upholding regulations and disciplines. Although the Ministry of Personnel is the head of the six ministries, it is also supervised by it.

Isn't it wrong to offend so obviously?

Luan Xin's words were concise and concise: "I have a personal vendetta."

Miao Ne kept it in mind.

To be able to keep the head of the official department and the head of Yushitai from fighting each other for so many years is probably a big personal feud. She was not surprised that there was a personal feud between Kang's ministers and workers, but she was surprised that both of them were still alive after years of feuding.

Thinking of this, the head is even bigger.

Cui Xiong's maternal grandfather Cui Xiao and the imperial censor Gu Chi were from the same camp. The two of them cooperated tacitly and only had to wear a calf's nose skirt. As a disciple of the Minister of Civil Affairs, if I break the ice with Cui Xiong, won't this make things difficult for the teacher? Miao Ne's thoughts turned over and over again.

The heart that was stirred by Cui Xiong's words calmed down again.

Put the personal relationship aside for now and talk about it later.

As Shen Tang originally expected, Cui Xiong had another purpose for his trip. Meeting Miao Na was an unexpected surprise, but he did not forget the business because of her. Except for the first day when he met Shen Tang, the rest of the time he seemed to have been forgotten by Shen Tang and was not summoned.

He was not annoyed by such cold treatment.

"Although he is young, he is very calm and seems to be prepared. If he doesn't handle it properly, he may get bitten off a large piece of flesh."

Shen Tang stared at the book written by Xun Zhen while rubbing his temples to relieve the pain. What she is most afraid of now is seeing the booklet signed by Xun Zhen, no, to be precise, she doesn't want to see the booklet signed by Hu Bu. She didn't need to open it to know that people inside were either crying about poverty or hoping to cut the budget for the coming year. Everyone was tightening their belts, or they were tactfully hinting not to ask for money from the Ministry of Household Affairs.

The budget left by the Ministry of Accounts is of great use and cannot be moved.

In addition to the household department, the second is the military commander's excerpts.

Pensions for fallen soldiers, awards for meritorious generals, there are a lot of them... The need to suppress the situation is to hope that the military budget will increase in the coming year, and the last point is the most important! Kang State's annexation of the entire southwest is a certainty. Zhechong mansions must be established in various places, soldiers must be recruited, and money must be spent to train elite troops. Military expenditures must be doubled at least, right?

How could the Ministry of Revenue refute such a small and normal request?

Is the treasury out of money?

Feelings of grievance can overflow through words.

They are aggrieved, and the Ministry of Revenue is even more aggrieved. It does not mean that the state treasury can be used casually if it has money. They are not the only generals in Dakang who are waiting to spend money. How many places are waiting for food? There is only so much money, and the responsibility of the household department is to keep everyone half full, not to let one party be full and everyone else starve to death.

The military commander has another opinion.

Why, they got so many spoils from the war?

Isn’t this all money?

Unexpectedly, Hu Bu was hesitating, talking about things left and right, talking about heaven and earth, but not about money. The two groups of people cursed fiercely in the distance, and some of the words they used were even eye-opening to Shen Tang. This has also been painful for her. She has been suffering from insomnia all night long, and her palms and backs are full of flesh.

Shen Tang's temples hurt sharply.

It would be great if there was a second Jimo Qiu in this world.

"How can he have such ability?" Shen Tang's brows and eyes were filled with worry, which made Miao Ne feel blocked, and he also had opinions about Cui Xiong, "My lord has traveled across the four realms for many years, but now the monarch and his ministers are united and everything goes smoothly. Isn't it right?" Is it the time when the sun is at its peak?"

Shen Tang: "..."

She half-smiled but looked at Miao Ne helplessly.

Miao Ne stared at her for a few seconds and suddenly reacted.

I have followed the previous leader of the Qi Kingdom for too long, and I flatter him every day in different ways. I have unknowingly developed a habit of flattering him every time I open my mouth. Everyone wants to hear good things, but if you are so flattered by the good words that you forget yourself and become arrogant, that is naked flattery. Miao Na was not sure how to end it, but Shen Tang suddenly reached out and pinched her face: "You have honey on your mouth, right?"

Miao's voice was as quiet as a mosquito's: "It's also the words from the bottom of my heart."

The situation is indeed very good now.

It was too easy for her to move the Cui family. She didn't even need heavy troops to suppress the situation. She only needed to order a single soldier and horse to bury the three clans in the ground. What scruples, fears, and weighing the pros and cons?

The Lord needs the aristocratic family, and such a large royal court cannot operate safely without the aristocratic family. Only then can the aristocratic family have a bargaining chip.

Cui's chips obviously haven't reached this level yet.

Insufficient chips mean that you can be slaughtered.

How could Cui Xiong bite a piece of meat from her mouth?

Isn't this a fantasy? ? ?

Shen Tang said: "It's money, it's taxes."

Kang Guo is currently short of money.

Shen Tang rubbed his swollen forehead and sighed: "Why can a family, a noble family, a warlord, or a wealthy family mobilize many soldiers and horses at every turn? As the saying goes, if you have milk, you are a mother. Who pays for the soldiers and horses? Yes, whoever has the right to speak.”

Private tribes are just small fights. Hundreds or even thousands can only dominate a small area. But if the stage is enlarged and then enlarged, the opponent's force size has reached "10,000" units. This is the point of private tribes. It's not enough to squeeze people's teeth.

"Previously, the southwest territory was in chaos, and the tax items in various places were unclear. Nine out of ten were in deficit, and one was in deficit for consecutive years. Not to mention that it was taken back to the royal court. Every year, it cried to the royal court about natural and man-made disasters, and begged to be exempted from paying taxes. Guess how much of this is true and how much of it is fake? "The tax collected is roughly divided into two parts, one part is handed over to the royal court, and the other part is retained to maintain governance.

The retention rate is getting higher and higher.

How many of them are not on the books?

Wang Ting didn't want to suffer a loss, so he simply reduced certain expenses.

"Soldiers will give their lives to whomever they eat."

When the local survival ratio is too high and is high enough to support soldiers, of course the soldiers will eat local food and follow the generals or local high-ranking officials. Most of the high-ranking officials were from local wealthy families, so they could profit from it by steadily controlling this link. One link is within another, and the links are interlocking.

To operate on this part is to cut directly into someone's main artery.

What's embarrassing is that the deficit in Southwest China is too big, and Kang Guo's current finances are not healthy either. It would be fine if Wang Ting lowered the local retention ratio, and Wang Ting would settle the local deficit account. The retention ratio is high, and the proportion turned over to the Royal Court every year is lower. Each region can pay for its own profits and losses. The pressure on the Royal Court in the short term will be greatly reduced, and it will not affect subsequent plans to use troops in the central region.

What's the cost?

The price is that Shen Tang cannot completely control Southwest.

She is a king on the surface, but there are countless emperors behind her back.

The local government soldiers will also alienate her.

The southwest territory is so big that Wang Ting cannot take care of every corner. It may take until the termites fall down to find that the beams and wooden pillars have been eaten away by them until they are crumbling. When Shen Tang was at the height of his power, they might not dare to be too obvious, but what about when Shen Tang gets old or abdicates? Tigers always take a nap.

It can be seen from the development of Kang State in recent years that as long as time can be extended, the prosperity of the land is inevitable, at least it will be much better than the current devastation. As for the current financial distribution of Kang State, Wang Ting can almost firmly control the biggest lifeline of various places.

This is obviously contrary to the interest groups behind Cui.

No one wants to wait to be fed. If they obey, they will be full, and if they disobey, they will starve to death. Dancing in shackles, one cannot control one's fate.

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Suddenly I remembered that Tangmei’s entrepreneurial project had been in deficit for more than ten years. It was a bottomless pit that kept paying money...