Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 297

The loud crowing of the rooster opened the prelude to a new day in Shuangfengling.

Xia Houyan listened to the shouting of the pioneer army recruits from outside the window, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and fell down on the duke's throne in the main hall of the "Vincent Palace" in the town hall.

The newly built "Vincent Palace" has a magnificent lord's hall in the center of the building, which serves as the "throne hall" in ordinary noble castles. It is a special place for the lord to deal with the demands of the people and the daily affairs of the territory every day. .

The specific decoration design of this lord's hall was also personally guided by the lord who has a lot of earth feelings:

Taking the Duke's throne facing south and overlooking the entire hall as an example, Shuangfengling did not use the complicated and gorgeous golden rose decorations that are popular in the empire nowadays, but cast, carved and polished the whole body with black iron according to the lord's wishes. ;
The shape of this duke's throne presents a terrifying shape of countless swords with criss-crossed sharp blades piercing the surroundings like thorns. It seems to be made of countless weapons. sharp edge cuts.

——According to the lord, the implication of this design of the throne is that all those in power should sit on pins and needles, be cautious, and be careful not to be hurt by dangerous power;
But the actual effect is that ever since the Lord Xiahou began to sit on the throne of the duke with fangs and claws, and received the petitioners against the backdrop of countless evil black iron sword blades, almost everyone who met the lord looked very special. Frightened, the rate of petitions in the entire Shuangfeng Ridge has also continued to decline.

If the Iron Throne only makes the craftsmen think that the lord has unique aesthetic taste, then the other decorations of the lord's hall are completely confusing:
For example, on the top of the gorgeous tapestry behind the Iron Throne, a rectangular plaque was placed by the lord;

There are also several golden characters written on the plaque in ancient imperial language:

It's fair and square!

The strange thing of "hanging a wooden sign on top of one's head" has never happened in Haven Continent. The craftsmen of Shuangfengling racked their brains and couldn't figure it out. Which race's unique decoration style is this?
What's more, the lord also asked the craftsmen to place ropes and pulleys behind this plaque, so that when necessary, this "fair and fair" plaque can be pulled up by human power and slowly rise from the back of the Duke's throne...

The craftsmen discussed in private, thinking that the lord must be constructing a secret trap that can be used to hit people with a wooden sign, in case there is a sudden assassination in the hall...

However, in the early morning of this day, since it was not yet time to discuss petitions and receive the leaders, the main hall of the lord was still empty and there was no one there.

Sitting on the cold throne, Xia Houyan yawned and stretched, but almost committed suicide by cutting his wrists on the black iron blade of the Iron Throne.

"Master Elliott, please be careful..." Angie Randall reprimanded.

The lord's personal maid came over with a basin of hot water, put the basin on the ground, took out a hot towel and wrung it dry, then stretched out her slender hands to wipe the face of the lord who was still awake.

"You, Master Laurie, Commander Eldridge, and Chief Bloodfang, what were you doing a few days ago, and you just came back in the middle of the night last night..." Anjie carefully removed a strand of hair from the lord's hair, Asked softly, "Miss Katerina is quite worried, she asked me several times..."

"Uh... I went out to investigate local resources." Xia Houyan smacked his lips and gave an answer casually.

——The matter of going out to create ghosts must be limited to a few confidantes, and cannot be easily spread.

Even the few "youyou pornographic books" that he had just produced, he ordered a few reliable pioneer soldiers to lock them in the deepest part of the warehouse of the territory, and not allow anyone to touch them easily.

At that time, the eyes of the young soldiers were one after the other, obviously not understanding why the lord wanted to collect several pornographic books——

——It’s also a fucking tauren pornographic book.

The lord who has been playing tricks (literally) on the Raging Mountains for the past few days was quickly awakened by the temperature of the hot towel.

He grabbed the back of An Jie's fair hand and kissed it, signaling that he was no longer sleepy.

The little maid blushed, picked up the basin and ran away.

Xia Houyan sighed, leaning on the Iron Throne, copied this month's territory account book from the high table next to it, and was about to study it carefully when he heard footsteps.

The lord raised his eyes and found that it was Tom Lawrence who walked into the hall nodding and bowing.

"What's the matter?" Xia Houyan put the ledger on his knee, looked at Lawrence and asked.

According to the territory's schedule, on this early morning, Tom Lawrence, the director of the Political Department of the Frontier Army, should still be at Tongque Terrace, having breakfast with other soldiers of the Frontier Army.

There is a saying that no one should go to the Three Treasures Palace, Xia Houyan was sure that Lawrence must have something important to find him.

"That..." Lawrence saluted the lord with a substandard military salute, then took out a folder from his military satchel, pulled out a piece of letter paper, and said with some panic, "My lord..."

"Fuck! Stop!" Xia Houyan was terrified on the Iron Throne, and quickly stretched out a hand and said, "If there is another short composition of 'I express my heart to the lord', don't read it! Take it back!"

"It's not... that activity has ended long ago..." Lawrence said awkwardly, "This is my statement of self-criticism..."

"Review?" Xia Houyan's eyes widened, "What review?"

"It's just... the guard I educated before, who didn't recognize your review letter..." Lawrence said with a bitter face, "After I came back from Heroic Cliff, I thought about it, and I always felt that my criticism and self-criticism The criticism has not been in place yet, so I wrote a self-criticism for you..."

Xia Houyan laughed dumbfounded:
"Cough! This shit! I forgot about it! Tom, Tom, you made a lot of contributions in this robbery...cough, excavation of the ancient relics of the elves. What kind of self-criticism do you want to write? It’s so unnecessary! Everyone is a good brother. After you go back, read this self-criticism in front of all pioneer soldiers, and the matter will be over!"

Lawrence was stunned for a long while, and then put the review paper back into the folder with a sad face.

Then, he looked up again.

"My lord, there is one more thing." The director of the Political Department sneered at the boss, "Didn't you tell us before that the territory's finances are not as good as before, and we need everyone to find a way to increase revenue and reduce expenditure!"

"There is such a thing." Xia Houyan blinked and said.

Lawrence smiled happily:

"My lord, didn't you always say that in the ideological education of the pioneering army, the communication channel between the low-level soldiers and the high-level leaders of the territory should be opened up... No, I made my own idea a few days ago and asked Yu Bing, imitating 'what do I say to you? The successful experience of the lord expressing his heart' activity, held the first "I give advice to the territory" award-winning essay contest of the Igor Pioneer Army..."

Xia Houyan covered his forehead with a "slap", and let out a painful sigh.

"No, no, no! This time it is really useful!" Seeing that the lord has no hope for the essay contest organized by him, Lawrence, who was deeply frustrated in his official career, waved his hands in a panic and said eagerly, "My lord , They also put forward a series of very practical and insightful policy proposals, which are very helpful to increase the regular income of our Frost Maple Ridge..."

Xia Houyan let out a second long sigh, pinched his brows and said in pain:

"...Then read it..."

Sitting on the Iron Throne, the Duke of Frost Maple Ridge couldn't help but feel sorry for him:
What a reincarnation, he was still putting on shoes for Lawrence before, but now it's Lawrence's turn to torture him with enthusiastic letters from the soldiers...

Grass!
Lawrence didn't notice the lord's resentful eyes, took out a piece of paper from the folder, and read:
"My lord, at present, the writing of novels in the East Bingku of Shuangfengling has entered a bottleneck period."

Upon hearing this, Xia Houyan immediately took off the pain mask, and raised his eyebrows with great interest.

——The "Flower of Abundance" studio in Dongbingku is regarded as a cultural pillar industry that Shuangfengling vigorously develops, and the Xiahou officials themselves have put a lot of effort into it;

Seeing that the studio was established for a while, Dongbingku’s novels not only sold well in Shuangfengling at a low price, greatly enriching the spiritual and cultural life of the Igor residents, they were even sold to the left bank towns, Austria The defensive line of the Shujian Tower has a faint tendency to export to the Demon Realm, which has brought a considerable amount of income to Shuangfengling.

——Different from robbing bandits and planing elves’ tombs, which are inwardly involved in dividing the cake, the cultural industry of Dongbingku belongs to the real territorial production, and it is an immeasurable merit to make the cake bigger!

Even since Xia Houyan took the convoy to the imperial capital, the Shuangfengling novel delivered remotely through Dongyongge has become the most popular entertainment product among the nobles and celebrities of the imperial capital. The recovery of reputation has something to do with the selfless dedication of Dongbingku writers.

As for the original intention of the Writer Studio, the Elf Queen of the Stardust Protectorate, there is no need to mention:

Before leaving the imperial capital, Master Begrade promised to the lord personally that Her Majesty the Queen has restored Fengyan Joy because of the severed limb of the eunuch writer "Flower of Abundance". Ling, if there were no accidents, he would surely be able to catch up with the empire's defensive battle against the orc raids.

Xia Houyan has always devoted [-]% of his attention to the studio business, which has such a generous salary and such a low cost (as we all know, the life of a novelist does not count).

However, in recent days, the sales of Dongbingku's novels in Shuangfengling have shown a tendency to decline. It seems that the people of Phoenix TV are tired of reading the old-fashioned pretense and slapstick...

This made the lord a little worried:

Wouldn't it kill those studio writers who are close to semi-literate and accustomed to a large amount of work to write high-quality online articles...

And the letter from a soldier that Lawrence read started with "novel writing has entered a bottleneck period", which accurately cut into the pain points of the territory that Xiahou officials were worried about, and perfectly fit the excellent policy article "crested pig belly and leopard tail" The "crested head" item in the book immediately attracted the Lord Lord's attention.

"Continue reading!" Xia Houyan waved his hand.

An encouraged Lawrence continued:

"Under such circumstances, I am humbled to make a suggestion to the respected lord, that we must change the extensive development method of the Dongbingku Writer Studio in Shuangfengling, actively innovate, create new products and new economic growth points... "

"Don't read nonsense! Tell me how to innovate!" Xia Houyan waved his hands impatiently.

Lawrence let out an "oh", flipped through the contents of the letter, looked up at the lord and said:
"To sum up, this soldier suggested that Shuangfengling East Bingku Writers Studio start a new writing business, which is letter writing!"

"Writing letters?" Xia Houyan tilted his head, "How do you make money writing letters?"

Lawrence looked down at the letter paper and said:
"The soldier said that the spiritual life of rich merchants and nobles in the empire is very empty at present, and there are still a large number of civilians who are in a state of anxiety about not being able to find wives. Customers on the mainland write letters and become pen pals with them to soothe their empty hearts! As long as these customers are happy, we, Shuangfengling, can make a considerable profit."

"No... it's... right..." Xia Houyan frowned and said, "'A bandit from the wilderness wrote to me', how can this kind of thing 'soothe the heart'?"

Lawrence solemnly stated:

"So, this witty soldier also said that bandit writers should not use their own identities when writing letters to comfort these customers, but use false identities to cover up people's eyes and ears!

"In view of the fact that there are many old bachelors with empty spirits in the empire, writers should disguise themselves as various girls when writing letters to them, such as elf princesses, twin maids, magician girls, Orc with cat ears... Anyway, pretend to be whatever is popular!
"In addition, in order to meet the needs of different groups of people, these fictional 'sister pen pals' should also have various personalities, such as cute girls, iceberg beauties, gentle sisters, scumbags full of shit...

"The soldier comrade also suggested that when sending a letter, you should attach a portrait of a woman as beautiful as possible, created by a professional painter, so that the old bachelors in the empire can see the beauty of the 'pen pal' and read the letter. There is plenty of room for obscenity..."

Xia Houyan was dumbfounded.

After explaining this genius idea, Lawrence shook the letter paper in his hand and said triumphantly:
"My lord, even the soldier comrade who wrote the letter has already thought of the name of this business, and it is called 'Virtual Idol'! How about it, is the plan proposed by this comrade soldier very popular?"

The lord was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh from a scholar:
"Tom, if history has ever taught me anything, it's that humans always repeat the mistakes of history..."

Lawrence was a little dazed when he heard the lord's ignorant emotion.

"So," Lawrence asked tentatively, "this money scam of 'letting a bandit pretend to be a beautiful girl'...ah no, what do you think of the getting-rich plan? Isn't it awesome? Is there a trick?"

——Half a minute later, Master Laurie, who was walking in Phoenix Terrace Square, was shocked to see that Tom Lawrence was kicked out of the gate of Vincent Palace by a burly guard.

(End of this chapter)