Hey, you are reborn too?

When Murong Yan heard the voice, he looked up and saw that it was Venerable Long Yin. He looked a little excited and struggled to get up and salute.

“No need!” Venerable Long Yin raised one hand.

Seeing Murong Yan struggling for a few times and preparing to get up with the help of others, he couldn't help but interrupt.

He had already understood Murong Yan's loyalty to him in his previous life, and Murong Yan was hiding in the corner, so he might have been seriously hurt.

Instead of forcing him to go through with this empty ceremony, it would be better to skip it, which would move Murong Yan more.

Murong Yan saw that Venerable Long Yin had a calm face, which did not seem like he was blaming him, but rather like he was genuinely thinking about him, and he felt grateful.

In Beili, no one treated him so well, even though he was a general with military merits.

Even if they were too sick to get out of bed, they still had to drag their sick bodies and kneel on the ground in the snow, waiting to be summoned by His Majesty.

Now he was only injured in the leg, but the young master directly exempted him from the meeting ceremony. It can be seen that the young master is kind and considerate of his servants.

It seems that he made the right choice to follow the Saint!

The entire alley looked like it had just experienced a fierce fight and was now immersed in a dark red.

There was blood floating on the bluestone tiles, making people slippery when walking on them. A lot of dark red was splashed on the walls, which was frightening to see.

Seeing Murong Yan leaning against the wall and smiling at him gratefully, Venerable Long Yin's eyes darkened and he quickened his pace.

Venerable Longyin seemed unaware of the sticky blood stains under his boots and the bloody smell that filled the alley.

After all, he had seen bloody scenes when he led troops to fight in his previous life.

The drums of war were beating loudly, and the stench of corpses, sweat and blood fermented in the hot summer day. Countless recruits in the army turned pale and vomited to death.

Even the veterans were busy taking care of the new recruits with one hand while holding their twitching stomachs.

It’s hard to say whether Venerable Longyin’s nose is sensitive or not. It should be considered within the normal range, and at an upper-middle level.

The smell from his previous life kept coming back to his nose, making him feel nauseous and as if sour water had reached his throat.

But he is the ruler of a country after all, and it is not a good thing to lose his composure in front of everyone.

Therefore, every time this happened, he would press his heart-burning stomach tightly with his hands and grit his teeth to hold on.

After enduring the first few days, his five senses seemed to be covered with a layer of armor. No matter how thick the blood or how heavy the smell, it could no longer hold him back.

For example, at this moment, the Beili people who had been on the battlefield turned their heads away and couldn't bear to look at the bloody scene in the alley, but Venerable Longyin walked in without even frowning and his expression did not change.

"Poisoned?" Venerable Longyin walked closer, saw the wound on Murong Yan's leg, frowned and asked.

Murong Yan's face froze, and he looked embarrassed: "Young Master, it's all my fault for being too careless. I was only concerned about guarding against the attack in front of me, but I didn't pay attention to the back. I was not careful for a moment, so..."

Reverend Longyin raised a hand and interrupted Murong Yan's reflection: "It has already happened. It is useless to apologize. Instead of blaming yourself, you should think about how to heal this leg."

“Yes, yes, yes!” Seeing that Venerable Long Yin did not pursue the responsibility, the depression in Murong Yan’s heart finally dissipated.

At this moment, even the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were smiling.

He knew that his young master had exempted him from even the formalities, so naturally there was no need for him to "blame himself" any more.

Murong Yan couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He looked at the slightly frowning Reverend Long Yin in front of him and hoped that Prince Beili would die sooner so that their young master could take the throne as soon as possible.

"Oh, right, young master," Murong Yan thought of the only remaining prince of Beili, and slapped his head, "But what we are transporting is not just the annual silver, but more importantly, there is another thing mixed in it, for that prince."

Reverend Long Yin, who was checking his injuries just now, raised his eyes and met Murong Yan's gaze: "What is it?"

Murong Yan quickly uttered a few words, his voice quick and light: "Resurrection Grass."

Venerable Longyin's ears twitched, and his eyes became dark and unclear.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Is it this Resurrection Grass that made the old emperor voluntarily exempt from paying 90% of his annual salary?"

Murong Yan nodded without hesitation: "Yes, Young Master is exempting 90% of the annual salary because of this thing, which caused dissatisfaction among the ministers. I heard that many ministers jointly appealed."

Venerable Longyin nodded. That was natural. Although the land in Beili was fertile, the climate was not suitable and few crops could be grown.

Most of the people are engaged in nomadic pastoralism. Although they can pay taxes, the taxes collected by the entire country of Beili are only half of those collected by Dayuan.

Some people suggested levying more taxes, but this was suppressed by more people. After all, in Beili, everyone knew that the people lived a hard life.

Most people can pay taxes on time and live a frugal life.

If we continue to increase taxes at this time, wouldn't it be like pulling out their tendons and skinning them, and taking their lives?

The question is, the taxes collected are small, but the money needed for various national projects is large, how can this be balanced?

The government and the people at all levels are tightening their belts, and although only fat is visible, they are all crying poor.

The emperor could not push the enemy too far. Coincidentally, at this time, Dayuan sent a contract, which read "May the two countries maintain a century of friendship. To show our sincerity, Dayuan will send 'peace silver' every year" - a more pleasant way of saying annual silver.

After receiving the news, Beili signed the contract without hesitation. In Beili, people rushed to tell each other about the news.

The emperor, ministers, and common people all had smiles on their faces.

After all, with this annual silver to fill the gap, the emperor did not have to take money out of his own private treasury, and the ministers did not have to pay their own silver.

And the people of Beili will no longer be exploited by heavy taxes.

Therefore, the eyes of everyone in Beili were fixed on the annual salary that came in regularly.

Venerable Longyin narrowed his eyes. Beili was so concerned and attached so much importance to this annual silver. Even if the emperor wanted to hide it, he would not be able to conceal the news of the reduction in annual silver.

After all, it is easy to tell whether the annual silver is much or little when it is brought to Beili.

Unless... Reverend Longyin raised a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, the emperor was willing to take out his own private treasury to fill this vacancy.

While Reverend Long Yin was treating the wound on Murong Yan's leg, he asked, "Your Majesty, have you found a team of support personnel to meet you at the border between the two countries?"

Murong Yan's pupils shocked. Young Master, you even expected something like this?

"Yes, yes," Murong Yan felt a mixture of admiration and gratitude as he looked at the Long Yin Master who was bending over to treat his wounds, "Young Master is as good as a god!

In order to conceal our presence, we have dispatched a special convoy to disguise ourselves as a silver team. At this moment, those people are at the border, waiting for the arrival of our real team!"

Venerable Longyin nodded slightly as a sign of agreement.

Looking at the black wound on Murong Yan's leg, he frowned: "Do you have any hemostatic drugs and external patches?"

Murong Yan pinched his nose, looking a little embarrassed. Under the cold gaze of Lord Long Yin, he slowly told the truth.

"To be honest, we just experienced an attack yesterday. All the trauma medicines and hemostatic items have been...used up."