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Chapter 1209: The Eighth Year of Yuanhuang (Part 1209) [Seeking monthly votes]

It is impossible to fight.

Therefore, the censors who were tricked by Qishan into eating the poison became the only victims of this incident. At one point, the people in the Censorate had to walk around the wall when they saw Qishan, for fear that he would pull out a biochemical killing weapon that could poison and mute people from his sleeves! Life is worse than death!

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

Another year has passed.

In the blink of an eye, time flowed smoothly to the eighth year of Yuanhuang.

An uninvited guest came to Shen Tang's palace.

"Where did you roll back from?"

He was not rude in his words. All the guards appeared in secret and surrounded Shen Tang, who was bending over to scoop water to wash his feet. They drew their swords and faced the uninvited guest. Shen Tang threw the wooden scoop 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 message and returned to their original places in an orderly manner.

The uninvited guest sneered and commented: "What a mob."

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

Shen Tang said unhappily, "They are still young, not as old as you who are over 200 years old. There should be a limit to shamelessness. This is still my palace. You can ask someone to pass on the message next time you come. You come and go as you please, be careful or I will scatter your ashes!"

The uninvited guest did not take Shen Tang's words to heart. As a non-human, he no longer had a heart.

"My uncle asked me to ask you, when will you start?"

The heavily camouflaged skeleton in front of him was Wei Cheng.

Shen Tang played dumb: "What do you mean?"

Wei Cheng knew she was doing this on purpose, but he still reminded her: "You don't have much time left. Only the northwest of the world is in your hands."

The last major war was against the State of Zhen.

  The uncle and nephew of Weicheng thought that Shen Tang would take advantage of the morale to continue to move troops to the southwest or central part, but they didn't expect that he had no such intention at all. He blackmailed a circle of small countries, collected enough benefits, and stopped with satisfaction. Until the eighth year of Yuanhuang, there was no war!

Shen Tang: "Why is it so urgent? It hasn't even been half an hour since the Ji Tian Ceremony ended. Fighting is important, but having enough food is also important."

People eat for food.

With today's productivity, it is still highly dependent on land output, so spring plowing is naturally a top-notch event. The Jitian Ceremony mentioned by Shen Tang is that before spring plowing, the king and the civil and military officials work together to personally plow the registered fields, Shen Tang holds the plow and whips, the officials are responsible for sowing, and they offer sacrifices to the spring god to pray for good weather and good harvests this year. Generally, they plow a few plots symbolically, and the meaning is enough to show the people of Kangguo that they attach importance to farming. Most of the registered fields are handled by the farmers who are the top leaders of special farmland.

But Shen Tang is a strange one.

She led the civil and military officials to tidy up the thousands of acres of registered fields, and then divided the snacks and noodles made from the crops produced from the registered fields last year into several parts. She gave one part as a reward to the civil and military officials, hoping that they would remember that "every grain of rice is hard-earned" and continue to uphold the fine style of frugality, simplicity and integrity. She also gave the other part as a reward to the farmers who came to watch the ceremony, thanking them for working with their own hands to feed the Kangguo.

The rest is stored in the warehouse and used for charity, relief and disaster relief.

She started doing these things during the Ha Yin period.

It has persisted until the eighth year of Yuanhuang.

Wei Cheng looked at Shen Tang, who was bent over and working all day and was covered in dirt, and suddenly he felt as if he was punching cotton.

He said angrily, "Why, did I say something wrong?"

It's really like "the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is"!

Shen Tang did not want to annoy Wei Cheng, so he comforted him: "Marquis Wei Che is of course right, but fighting a war also requires the right time, right place, and right people. Only when all three are combined can we conquer every attack and every battle without a single defeat."

Wei Cheng was not fooled by this trick at all, and said with disdain: "Don't show off your knowledge to me. If you believe in military books, it's better not to believe them. Who fights a war according to the military books?"

Since Lao Deng said so, Shen Tang simply turned off the microphone.

Wei Cheng and his nephew had different positions from Shen Tang, and their relationship was not very good. When they got together, they had few topics to talk about. Shen Tang shut up, and Wei Cheng followed suit. The atmosphere was so awkward that the secret guards wanted to hold their breath and pick their feet. In the end, Wei Cheng lost his temper first, and made eight hundred small movements in a few breaths: "You, you - hey, Kang Guo is also pretty good."

Shen Tang was finally willing to give him a look.

"It's rare to get Marquis Wei Che to say something good..."

She swore that she was not sarcastic, but Wei Cheng's words sounded sour, and the fire in her eyes flickered, revealing a dangerous and deep color. He said in a deep voice, "It's just like the future I imagined with the first lord."

Kill through this turbid and chaotic world, and dawn will come after the darkness.

How many of my old friends had this thought?

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

Kang Guo seems to have materialized this imagination.

They have enough food and clothing and no one picks up lost items on the streets.

There are rows of buildings from east to west and from front to back.

My uncle has been trapped in Kangguo for the past few years, imprisoned in self-reflection, and has a peaceful state of mind. Occasionally, he would send his literary incarnation out to take a walk and get some fresh air, which inevitably brought him into contact with the people of Kangguo. Food, clothing, housing and transportation all made this young man from a noble family who lived more than 200 years ago silent.

I recall that the Wei family still suffered from hunger in the past, but now the most ordinary households in the market have surplus food, wear coarse linen clothes without patches, and ordinary children can go to the local official school to learn a few words. The widows, widowers, and orphans all have someone to rely on...

Wei Cheng uttered this in a low voice, feeling a little awkward.

"...Uncle...hopes you can win..."

[Such a magnificent scene is only short-lived, how can we be unwilling? 】

Wei Lou knew that Shen Tang had devoted most of his energy and financial resources to governing Kangguo over the years. Otherwise, how could there be such earth-shaking changes in just a few years? He had never seen anyone who held great power and could stick to his original intentions, not be arrogant and extravagant, not be ambitious, and not abuse his power... Occasionally there were all kinds of messy rumors, but they were just fabricated by the people and had no evidence.

Just from the perspective of self-control in restraining desires——

Shen Youli is indeed a god.

  But, this "God" must not forget the main business!

If unification cannot be achieved within the deadline, no matter how well Kangguo is managed or how prosperous it is, it will only become a sunset glow.

Shen Tang was stunned for a moment, then his serious expression softened: "I know time is running out, but I just need a chance."

  In other words, it just needs a trigger to break out!

Wei Cheng was impatient for a rare moment: "Stop talking nonsense. What opportunity do you need? I might be able to give you a push."

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

Even though the Eternal Life Church had long been privately divided up by the major families in the southwest, using the doctrine to seek personal gain, if Weicheng wanted to stir up trouble, he could still do it. For example, he could issue an oracle to instigate believers with a certain status in the secular world to illegally invade the border of Kangguo. If that didn't work, he could just randomly sacrifice a poor guy...

With the evidence, one can take advantage of the situation to launch an attack with a legitimate reason.

Shen Tang asked, "What's the hurry?"

She took a sip of tea: "It's already being arranged."

Wei Cheng was so angry at Shen Tang's temper that he left with a wave of his sleeves, cursing as he left: "A dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know a good heart!"

  The twenty-first-rank Marquis Che condescended to help her, but she didn't know how to appreciate it!

Shen Tang: "..."

Looking at the direction where Wei Cheng disappeared, she pressed her eyebrows together and exhaled: "You are still quite impatient at your age."

Beep, beep, beep—

Shen Tang heard the sound of wings flapping, followed by something pecking at the window rhythmically. She got up and pushed the window open, and a bluebird lightly jumped onto her fingertips, then melted and stretched into a piece of elegant flowery paper.

The content of the flower note was only a few sentences.

She looked towards the southwest and murmured to herself.

"The wind is blowing. It's an east wind."

The spring is chilly and cold, freezing the young to death.

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

The sudden drop in temperature made the already damp and dreary 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 curled up in a corner, hugging her knees with her hands and resting her forehead on them.

Crackle——the chain on the gate was opened.

The crisp sound of metal touching broke the dark silence.

This dungeon was low and cramped, and even with the door open, no fresh air could get in. The leading woman was dressed in brocade clothes, and two jailers followed behind her to help light the way, whispering to her from time to time to remind her to be careful with her steps. The woman said, "No need to serve here."

The jailer looked embarrassed: "This, this won't do..."

After hearing this, the woman no longer insisted.

Turn your gaze to the cell at the end.

"Then you just open the door, is that okay?"

The jailer didn't dare to offend the king's favorite, so he took out a bunch of keys and opened the door: "Time is running out, hurry up."

The woman walked into the cell and called softly, "Mrs. Cui—"

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

The hoarse voice could not hide the disappointment: "...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."

Hearing this, the woman just shook her head which was numb from the cold and said, "It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether he comes or not."

"Put it on to warm yourself up first. Taking care of yourself is the most important thing." The man shook out the warm coat he brought and put it on the woman's shoulders. He then circulated his spiritual energy to warm her limbs and said solemnly, "We were careless this time... Mei Jinghe is very cunning! But this also proves that she has indeed been forced into a desperate situation..."

With the continuous input of literary energy, Cui Hui could finally feel her limbs that had long been stiff and numb. She pulled her cloak tightly together to retain the warmth: "You still have to be careful with her... Be careful not to push her into a corner and make her do something desperate... You can escape unscathed, but I, an ordinary person, will suffer..."

Cui Hui wanted to say something light-hearted to ease the atmosphere, but a sharp pain came from the depths of her mind all the way to the top of her head, causing her vision to go black.

I felt dizzy and had cold sweats all over my body.

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

"How dare you! Who gave you permission to punish her?"

The jailer was almost frightened by the sudden murderous aura and hesitated: "This, this... I am just following orders. Everything is instructed and ordered by the superiors."

My knees went weak and I almost fell to the ground.

Just when the jailer thought that the noble was going to kill people, the murderous aura suddenly stopped. Cui Hui raised his hand and gently stroked the back of her hand: "He is just a vanguard under someone's command, doing what he was told. You can't blame anyone. Although it's torture, there are no physical injuries."

"There are indeed no flesh wounds, but——"

Verbal torture mostly works on the spiritual level.

The visible injuries on the body can be cured with panaceas, but the invisible injuries on the mental level are extremely difficult to deal with.

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

The person who carries out the punishment doesn't care about the prisoner at all!

Cui Hui lowered his eyelids: "I'm not going to die yet."

As a chess piece on the chessboard, Cui Hui knows how important his 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 completely suppressed.

When the fire is not strong enough, you should add more wood to it.

Mei Jinghe planned to capture me just to use her as a chess piece to intimidate Cui and test his bottom line.

Both sides always restrained their temper during the confrontation.

But this is not what Cui Hui wants.

  Without fire, how can there be loss of control?

“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 what our calm and composed Patriarch Cui will choose this time! How much do I weigh in his heart…”

Miao Ne pursed her lips tightly: "Okay!"

With Miao Ne's assurance, Cui Hui's tense nerves finally relaxed, his consciousness gradually became 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 sounds familiar, it must be someone I know.

Cui Hui tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. No matter how hard he tried, they wouldn't budge at all. The intense feeling of suffocation and burning pain in his chest brought him a terrifying experience that was close to death.

"Ke Wu, wake up!"

After an unknown amount of time, her consciousness slowly returned to her mind under the urging of the noisy sound. She opened her eyes a little and saw a blurry figure in her vision. It was this person who was tirelessly making noise.

She said weakly: "Shut up... "

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

"Ke Wu, I'll take you home now!"

A pair of strong arms picked her up.

  Cui Hui subconsciously curled up in the familiar embrace and allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep. He was finally safe!

She was sleeping soundly, unaware that the outside world was in chaos. 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.

"Cui Zhishan, you are openly defying the law of the country!" Mei Jinghe rushed over as soon as she received the news. When she saw Cui Hui being tortured, her heart was filled with shock. Then, when she saw Cui Zhi's gloomy and ferocious look, she immediately realized that she had been plotted against.

  Who ordered the execution of Cui Hui?

"Disdain the law? Ha, then what about you, Mei Jinghe, lynching someone without a verdict?" Cui Zhi endured and endured, trying his best to restrain himself, "Mei, I won't fight you here, but I will come to your house one day to settle this account with you in detail!"

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

The ruler of Qi State has been in power for many years, and he has developed a majestic demeanor as a leader without getting angry: "Jinghe, is this what you promised me? Not only did you not do anything to the Cui family this time, but you also caused a group of noble families to rebel and make suggestions. I must hold you accountable."

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

The king asked sternly, "Where is the evidence? Are you still trying to say that the evidence has been completely wiped out and there is no evidence to prove it! From beginning to end, I have never seen the so-called evidence you mentioned. Do you think I am still your puppet?"

Mei Mengru was struck by lightning.

When Cui Hui woke up, he heard good news.

Mei Meng was demoted.

She smiled at Miao Ne: "You got a promotion?"

Miao Ne said: "The king also needs a flower that can understand words."

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