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Liao and Xu prefectures were both lost last year. Because they are located in northern Xinjiang, they were intruded by Di people from time to time. For a long time, Han and Di people lived together, and they were about to be married. There is no difference between real and uncut.Changing the country is not easy, it all depends on whether life can be lived.

There is no lack of people with lofty ideals in the two prefectures, but there is also no shortage of ordinary people who are relieved by the tax cut.

The ancestral system of the Yan Dynasty did not benefit the taxation and service. The original intention was to benefit the people, but as time went on, it would accumulate disadvantages.First of all, rice is worth four qian, but today a hundred qian cannot be used to buy a dou of rice.If there is no taxation, the affairs of the states will be difficult to operate; the government is slackening day by day, and the top is ineffective, and everyone knows that Guozuo is about to be defeated, and they are busy squeezing a few more drops of oil and water.On the surface, taxes and ancestral system are the same, but in private, they are all anointing the people. In order to prevent chaos, the government also pretended to be deaf and dumb and let him go.

Ye Zhao was born in Xuzhou. His father was a merchant and his mother was from Di. The wealthy family was defeated by various miscellaneous taxes. In order to save rations, he left with an opera master.The master who taught him Ling Lun said that he lacked softness in singing, but fortunately he had the face that Zhang Neng relied on to make a living, so he didn't pay much attention to teaching him.He learned it perfunctorily, relying on some skills, he went out alone when his master died of illness.It is reasonable to say that Ye Lang, who is a disciple of a noble family, cannot get along with each other. Who wants to be a brother, but in the end, he, an unknown pawn, is asked to burn paper money for a famous family.

Ye Lang's words after drinking are very pertinent, the closer you are to the capital, the more you can hide evil people and practices.

There are few prisoners under the ranks, and there are many ghosts who died in vain. Zi Que's murderous intentions are countless, and the only difference is that it shines brightly in broad daylight.

It's an eventful time.A month ago, the vice-lord held the coronation ceremony, and Emperor Yan raised his sign, and his dislike for the vice-lord was clearly revealed.

With this matter first, the death of a down-and-out luthier in the palace is nothing to worry about.Qi Shuangnian inquired a few times, and it is said that the person died in the well, probably in the middle of the night, driven mad by thirst, stumbled and fell to his death.I don't know if there will be an idler who has nothing to do and will go to the deserted palace, which is more shabby than the cold palace, to quench his thirst.

Qi Shuang took a silk towel and soaked it in the basin, and wiped away the dark blue on her forehead, but did not take away the beauty that did not belong to Ye Zhao.The tip of his eyes is like his mother's, with a narrow, long and slightly hooked arc, which is both charming and chilling.The gray water mixed with ink seeped in and dripped down, he wiped his face while thinking about the preferences of the emperor, his hands were heavy, and it was red all over.

What a foolish gentleman likes is nothing more than lust, Qi Shuang has counted Yan Bochen's whereabouts, thinking for no reason that he doesn't care about everything.He wanted to clear the gray threads of grass snakes, but when he fell into a cloud, he suddenly caught a moment of clarity, so he changed into a sky blue gown, tied his hair with a crown, and tidied it up neatly, wanting to cover it up.

The sky is sunny and the heat is long.Inside and outside the hall, the temples are sweating, while the windows of Huadian are closed, making it airtight.Qi Shuang waited for half a stick of incense outside before Yan Bochen ordered him to enter.

The Hunjun didn't put on his court clothes, but just woke up, and Laixu picked up a pen and circled an inch above the inkstone from boredom.He paid more attention to the attire of his pet—the regular clothes are rough and not flamboyant, and he only wears a fan, plain and clean—he paused for a while, nodded at the throne, and spoke casually as before: " come over."

As soon as the incense in the hall was extinguished, the remaining two or three strands floated out of the wide open window, as if there were no fillings, and the hall seemed more empty.

Qi Shuangwei retracted her fingers towards the armhole, and stepped forward as said.Yan Bochen stretched out his arms, sat on his lap with his pet, and handed him the pen: "Approved for me, anyone who wants to fight Beidi will not read it."

The moment Qi Shuangtouch held the pen, his instinct changed to the gesture of holding the pen, and he immediately cut off the retreat of reasoning that he could not read or read.He moistened the tip of his pen, jotted down eight or nine out of ten, and then quenched the cinnabar to write the word "Zhi".

Yan Bochen rubbed his knuckles against his spine, very intimately, and seemed to use this to maintain a certain distance.He looked over Qi's shoulders and stared at the handwriting of Xiuzhong Zangfeng, and praised without being salty or indifferent: "You are a good handwriting."

Qi Shuang folded a memorial to Yu Dang: "Master taught me when I was young."

There are not many memorials, only covering half a table.He risked the world's dissatisfaction with more than half of his replies, which were divided into three categories, one was the theory of the Yu party asking for a war, the other was the words of impeachment of the prince, and the other was the nonsense of Yushitai's daily criticism of his colleagues - clichés, not itchy, according to The ancestral system will also lose the fish bag.Even if it is related to local people's sentiments, such as salt and iron water transport, there will be no letter.

He stopped writing to think about the twists and turns. He was used to it in his early years, but recently he has been suffering from headaches and brain pains.

Yan Bochen tapped the exposed part of the back of his neck, and reminded without losing the opportunity: "You still have half of the approval."

Qi Shuang: "..."

He roughly flipped through the rest of the memorials, and found that the properties were not much different from the first half. He didn't stop writing, and he had already roughly clarified the reality of the closeness of the parties and officials in the court.The more he approved, the clearer he was, and after a while, he turned his back on the emperor and sneered, and dropped the pen with a "snap": "The ministers are finished with the approval."

Yan Bochen breathed long and evenly, and didn't respond for a long time, when Qi Shuang suspected that he was meeting Duke Zhou, he pulled this pet into his arms again, and rested his chin on his sore shoulder.The summer is scorching hot, but his whole body is as cold as a living person, as if he has experienced the wind and snow, and there is a yin energy that threatens to drag living things into the eight cold hells: "Don't you think it's a pity that you don't enter the temple because of your talents? I feel like it's a waste."

Qi Shuang's tone is flat: "A gentleman has a way: 'If you are not in the position, you will not seek his own government'. If you are lucky in your career, you should learn how to live in a flattering way. How dare you overstep. If the Holy One wants to be a livestock, both are livestock. "If there is no past to pursue, no good prospects to look forward to, and a loss of human dignity, then dignity, righteousness, honor and disgrace can be thrown away, and there is nothing that cannot be thrown away except old aspirations.

Yan Bochen: "...No need."

He pinched one of Qi Shuang's earballs, listened intently for a few breaths, and tried to lick it, with a strange expression: "You have other things to do."

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Recently, Emperor Yan seems to have changed his nature.The Forbidden Court is colorful, and there is nothing wrong with picking one.It is normal to sit and enjoy thousands of charms, but he seems to be in love with one branch alone, and specially circled a feng shui treasure and carefully watered it.

The Secretary of the Jiaofang is in dire straits day by day, the harem is calm and quiet, and he has a good foresight to predict that the ground is full of yellow flowers.The court was the same as before, the quail maker was the quail, and the energetic and noisy coaxed you to scramble for it, which made the lifeless court lively.

In the summer of the sixth year of Zhaoding, the rain continued for ten days, the Luan River burst its embankment, the rice fields were washed away, and people and animals died (1). Several counties such as Xuanhe and Changting were plagued by diseases and epidemics, and all the common affairs were lost for a while.

Beaming water to attack sand is necessary, opening warehouses is necessary, and caring for the people is necessary—in a word, spending money in vain is inevitable.Memorials from all walks of life poured into the East Palace like flying snow in the twelfth lunar month. Vice-jun Yan Zihuan answered his criticism day and night, wishing to grow two heads and four arms.

The rest of the princes asked for relief one after another, and finally the fifth prince who was born by the imperial concubine "falls".Those who plan to set up another vice monarch think about it, the five princes' mother's family is prominent, and the main concubine is the main concubine and the daughter of General Weiyuan, who is both lenient and benevolent, and may be embraced.Unexpectedly, [-]% of the disaster relief money disappeared, and Emperor Yan, who never cared about things, ordered people to deal with it strictly. two months.

In the autumn of the sixth year of Zhaoding, the westerly wind was bleak and strong, and the half of the dome was full of wind and clouds, like a horse galloping from north to south.In the first year of Zhaoding, the Wanqi family united 37 northern tribes in one fell swoop, mobilized horses and fought hard for six years, and finally proclaimed emperor in September this year.In October, we broke the contract and attacked Mount Dongze, and took the whole Luan Prefecture. The lights in Yandu were like candles in the wind.

Perhaps the birds know, even Haidongqing, who was fed by Qi Shuang, was unwilling to be greedy for delicacies, and flew away without a trace.He picked up a few white hairs near the wall, thinking that no matter whether it is a human or an animal, those who are not well-fed will never be well-fed.

The corruption case has been insignificant so far.

Vice-junior Yan Zihuan was so worried that he waited outside the study for a long time before he was summoned.

"father--"

When Yan Zihuan started to speak, he lost his voice immediately!

Emperor Yan was only wearing his middle coat, with frost arms intertwined in his arms, and he sat on the emperor's lap with his legs apart.His black hair is draped, his outer shirt is half untied, one shoulder is bare|exposed, he is full of coquettishness, and he is also extremely menglang-he wishes to tell the world what happened before.The majestic Jinluan Pavilion was even worse than the Goulan fireworks!

Without changing his face, Yan Bochen poked into Qi Shuangye's loose coat, brushed off the black hair hanging down the lapel, and then pulled the lapel back up for him: "It's enough to be straightforward, I've always been tired of that set of politeness." He said to Qi Shuang: "Wait outside the hall."

Qi Shuangzhiqu slid down from his knees, kowtowed to the vice-jung and then retreated.

Yan Zihuan's anger and blood surged, he knew that it was useless to speak out, and said directly: "It's about the Nanjun Disaster Bank—"

Yan Bochen interrupted annoyedly: "The case of disaster and silver has been settled earlier, and the fifth one is devastated, so he has already given up his thoughts of competing with you. As for the gang of grass in the middle of the court, the ones that should be beaten have already stopped. Yan Faluo, what are you doing again?"

Yan Zihuan said: "The main thing I said was the whereabouts of the lost silver. Except for the lost silver recovered from the servant of the household department Song Wangdao, the governor of Yongzhou Mu Yan, the prefect of Changting Sun Xunzhang and others, there is still a piece of silver that is still missing. We investigated the case together with the Minister of Dali Temple, and when we reached Luanzhou, the clues were solved. The silver loss case was solved in Luanzhou within two months, and after Beidi entered the city, there were not many casualties, and the chaos may be in the city, not outside the city."

Yan Bochen: "Now you are calling yourself a 'subject'. I guess the following is: Beidi's ambition is in the world, and Yan is seriously troubled. There may be a turning point in the war, but Gou'an will surely perish, right?"

Yan Zihuan was born with smiling eyes, and his seriousness also seemed to smile. At this time, Sai Xue was bullying Shuang, just like Emperor Yan.He answered "yes" calmly, without giving an inch: "Strengthen the army to strengthen the city, and cultivate politics internally, we can still fight for a chance of survival. I have ten strategies, and I ask my father to review them." After he finished speaking, he presented the ten strategies , the plain paper is as thick as a little finger and one knuckle, so it is prepared.

Yan Bochen didn't even look at it, and rubbed the lid on his cup and said: "A strong soldier must first enrich the country, and corruption of ink has been banned time and again, so the so-called stock of the country is also the same as it; there must be good horses and generals, even if they have all three. Even if you practice politics internally, sores grow on the flesh, you must goug out the rotten flesh first. Now that the whole body is full of sores, what is the use of a good knife?"

He coughed several times, took a sip of tea and lowered his eyes and said, "Your father's time is short, so you know it well, so you don't have to put on a show. Although Song Wangdao and Ye Jing'an belong to different parties, they are all old-fashioned and ignorant." Flexibility will surely become an obstacle to the implementation of the new law. Now there are only a few veterans left, and the biggest obstacle is me—the third son, the third son, if you talk about cruelty, you are not as good as you in the world; if you are talking about knowing people, you are not as good as ten thousand The luthier surnamed Lou is inexperienced and can't hide his thoughts." He thought to himself that it would be better to be cruel than to be heartless and helpless, but for this reason, the vice-lord had to fall on the third child.

Yan Zihuan took back the stack of plain paper, feeling very regretful: "Father is finally willing to wake up?"

Yan Bochen said: "You left me a few months more, it's not easy to get, I don't want to disturb the interest with the general affairs." He got up and took the half-burnt incense to show him, it was exactly what Lou Xiang had burned before playing the piano. "It's just that I didn't expect...you still remember what kind of incense my father likes."

Yan Zihuan was silent, looking at Emperor Yan: "I also like the words my father gave me."

Yan Bo hides a thorn in the mud: "I thought you would be almost the same as those stubborn old people. After that, no one can stop you now, let's give it a go, open the door and steal, and achieve what you want. I only wish you success In the day of success, there will still be people who will sincerely wait for you, and will follow you in the same direction, and everyone will betray their relatives."

Yan Zihuan sighed: "Following is a good word, but it is a pity that we must live up to such good intentions. It is harder to be a king of a subjugated country than a foolish one. There will be no one to follow me, and everyone will betray their relatives. Such a calculation will cost effort and lose reputation. ask for trouble."

He still looked at Emperor Yan without moving his eyes, and the latter noticed it, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What are you looking at?"

At this age, Yan Bo has a lot of skin problems, and there is a small gap between the girdle and the side of his waist. He is also deeply poisonous, and rarely rests.

For example, the gigantic "Yan" character lives with the rotten foundation, and is paralyzed by the "ancestral system cannot be changed", leaving half of the body intact, but eating people's fat and people's fat for a living, and the fate is almost exhausted.It is useless to prolong the pain and make up for a ZTE.

Yan Zihuan moved his gaze again, grabbing the fleeting whiteness of his temple hair under the sun, remembering the past seventeen years, all of which were agitated for a moment, and then silent for a moment, the aftertaste was empty, and he didn't know why.

Therefore, he only smiled slightly in the end, without any disturbance in his heart: "Father is old."

Yan Bochen responded in a very low voice, and immediately showed impatience: "It's comforting that you are still acting hypocritical. What does this look like, it makes me sick to my stomach. Let's go, let me steal a while."

If you are idle, you will feel idle for twelve years.

A cup of cold tea poured into his throat, cooling his body, he asked Qi Shuang to be recruited, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a soft sound on the window lattice.

Qi Shuang didn't go far away, he crossed the window lattice without hesitation, his posture was light and graceful, like the raging fire on the wings of a phoenix bird in nirvana, and he could feel the scorching red flame when he got close.Probably because he didn't need to pretend, he didn't salute, he came and stopped in front of the throne unscrupulously, Yan Bochen was sitting on the chair, and he was more than a foot shorter than him, which can be called disrespectful.

Yan Bochen was not surprised: "You heard it all."

"The power of both ears has never been matched by anyone." Qi Shuangai attached his body to the side of Yan Bochen's ears, and placed the folding fan across the back of his head.The fan pendant is like Zhanfeng Duo, and the pointed bell tongue touches the porcelain ring to make a loud sound, just like his aggressive words next, "The king has been in Liuhe for sixteen years, and if he is as clear as he was just now, it may not be so now; sixteen In Zai, let the evil sycophants harm the loyal and good, stand by and watch the mountains and rivers decline and do nothing... Is it because you know that Yan Chao's vitality is exhausted, or are you—no, dare?"

Yan Bochen suddenly laughed.

Qi Shuang didn't have time to react, so he pressed him to death on the imperial case, the scattered memorials were swept away, and the folding fan fell to the ground.

He looked up at him without panic and said: "Don't dare to destroy the name of the ancestors, and know that there is no hope and don't do anything... In this world, countless flesh and blood are separated, families are destroyed... all because of your indecision... ..."

"Break and then stand? Really bold... It's also because I indulged too much, I can't blame you."

Qi Shuang replied coldly and mercilessly: "Jiangshan's surname is not Yan, what has he to do with the common people, what has to do with Shuang?"

Yan Bochen praised: "It really has nothing to do with it."

He pulled off the outer shirts that Qi and the two sides had tied together, then peeled off the inner layer, and pinched the nipples.

Qi Shuang immediately gasped, ridiculed and still a little dazed: "If it's not good for Zuo Feng, then what is it?"

Half his life has been traveling all over the world, his shell has been hardened, but there is still a little bit of innocence that is almost sensitive inside. This kind of demeanor is very childish and cute in the eyes of others.

"I don't like it." Yan Bochen supported his dangling neck, there was desire in his eyes, but in his heart - if he had the heart, if he opened it to reveal it, it would be empty.

"It's okay to try it with you."

His lips were as cold as ice, moving slowly and unfamiliarly but irresistibly.

"If not, how can I be worthy of the painstaking efforts of you and Wanqi?"

"That's right...you should be worthy." Qi Shuang held Yan Bochen's head which was pillowed on his chest with one hand, and slowly sat up while propping up the case with the other.He thought about the incense that would go out whenever he was around, and said hoarsely, "Light up both incense sticks."

Yan Bochen's face froze, and he bit his lower lip hard: "...you want it."

Qi Shuang ignited and added Beidi's highly poisonous spices, and the rich and delicate fragrance hung down one after another like heavy curtains.

Yan Bochen kissed the man's lips for the first time, more or less meant to study, so his lips and teeth intertwined with half-truth and half-false tenderness, and asked again in the gap: "Your name and surname?"

"Ye Zhao. Both parents were killed by cruel officials. The former Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment was my righteous father, and Ye Lang was my righteous brother. All... ha ha... died at your hands!" The same sweaty side, "Fun Jun... how beautifully said... Fainting people, fainting yourself! Ha... Are you happy? Playing the world in the palm of your hand, abandoning your humerus in the upside down, unbearable and unaccompanied... This life... lonely ...Are you happy?"

"A solitary? It doesn't count. You accompany me."

When he describes pleasure, he is merely stating a well-known fact.

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(1) [Yuan] Tuotuo et al. "Song History·Hequ Qi·Southeast Zhushuixia" (simplified characters). Beijing: Zhonghua Book Company 2000 Edition

It was agreed before 7.7.

This article is purely a newspaper work, and the logic is a bit strange.Seeing that Youjun's collection was really frightening, he had foreseen the fate of putting the lid on the pot to prevent being beaten.

The rest of this chapter pulls the lights, and the whole chapter will be released later, so it’s not here.