retaliate

Chapter 68 The Spring Breeze Blows, The War Drums Beat

Many people in the palace now know that the concubine is called Emperor Erlang.

It's outrageous!

It's almost the same as the queen, you are also worthy of a noble concubine?
But the emperor not only agreed, but also called the imperial concubine's nickname.

Hongyan!

"Hongyan, fly away."

A certain sharp concubine said.

She is waiting on the only way for the emperor to return to the harem.

"Your Majesty is down."

A palace maid galloped over.

The concubine nodded, "Give me the money."

Her maid stepped forward and handed over a string of copper coins.

The palace maid seemed to have experienced countless times of proficiency. She took the money in one hand, took out a huge purse with the other, threw it in, and then ran wild.

Shouts echoed behind him.

"Your Majesty is down."

"Give the money!"

So when the emperor arrived, he saw a huge welcome lineup.

When the imperial concubine heard the news, she just laughed.

His eyes were so calm and enviable.

"Jiro won't stay there."

"His Majesty is here."

The emperor strode forward, and without waiting for the imperial concubine to salute, he supported her, "Hongyan really knows the pearl."

The imperial concubine was stunned, "Erlang this is..."

"You suggested that the county magistrate should protect Princess Nanyang. Today, he sabotaged the plan of the envoy from Northern Liao."

The imperial concubine was startled, "Who?"

Jiao Li said in a low voice, "Niangniang, the county captain who stopped the assassin."

The imperial concubine suddenly realized that she couldn't help feeling guilty for a moment.

The emperor glanced at her seemingly inadvertently, and said, "That young man is a bit daring."

The imperial concubine took his arm and said, "That's not bad for my recommendation."

The two go in.

The imperial concubine asked, "What is the boy's name?"

Jiao Li said, "It seems to be called Yang... Yang Xuan."

……

"If you want money or not, you need your life."

Yi Niang muttered in dissatisfaction, and a few chickens she raised were wandering around at her feet.

Fang Zheng outside the door smiled bitterly, "Yiniang, everyone has to pay taxes."

"The powerful will not pay."

Yi Niang complained while giving money. As for the cloth in the tax, she had already prepared it.

"I won't go to my house for labor."

"Good to say."

As long as you give money to cloth, you are an uncle.

This is the smoothest one for Fangzheng to collect taxes.

"The young mansion is back."

Fang Zheng greeted him with a smile when he saw Yang Xuan.

The carts behind them were piled high with money and cloth.

Among them is the Yang family.

Yi Niang was obviously very dissatisfied with the tax payment, and she complained while slapping the dust that did not exist on Yang Xuan who entered the door.

"Don't say it was a tax back then, even if it was a meal, I didn't give money."

Cao Ying said casually: "We have money... old thief."

Bang!

The box fell to the ground, and the thief opened the lid.

Glittering gold!
Yi Niang was happy and her hands became heavier.

Snapped!
Yang Xuan received a slap on the back, and he swore that it must be green.

After learning that the money was used to buy a house and open a noodle shop, Yi Niang put down the gold ingot reluctantly, "I saw money back then, but it was just dazzling and dazzling. Saving is the way to build a family, not extravagant."

The mouth is ruthless, and I still add a hard dish to lunch.

"roast chicken!"

Wang Lao Er's eyes lit up, and he started to work while squatting.

"Yeah!" Yi Niang glanced at him.

Wang Lao Er was biting at the chicken, but the movement stopped immediately, and he slowly knelt down and sat down.

Yi Niang looked at everyone with a stern face, "Etiquette and etiquette! How many times have I said it? I can't embarrass Langjun, say you are a thief!"

The old thief was also used to squatting to eat, so he heard the words and said, "Yiniang, I've been there for many years..."

"Why?" Unable to say a word, Yi Niang swore that the old thief would drink the wind for dinner.

The old thief said: "The robbing of the tomb will take a lot of time to meet the authorities. The tomb passage is low, so you can only squat to eat."

"Why don't you sit?" Yi Niang didn't believe it.

The old thief sighed, "It is an ancestral rule that you cannot sit in the tomb..."

"How about sitting down?"

"Our rule is to treat death like life, and the tomb is the home of the owner of the tomb. Unless the owner invites you, you can't sit."

The host is invited!

Yi Niang glanced at Yang Xuan, "From today onwards, sit down!"

I am the owner of this house!

Yang Xuan felt a chill down his spine.

The thief sat down.

The family ate lunch in silence.

After lunch, Han Ying came.

"Please go and choose a place."

"Look at the tomb? This old man is familiar." The old thief has been agitated recently and doesn't want to go home.

"Look at the place, sell ramen."

Walking along Suzaku Street, Yang Xuan felt the joy of a nouveau riche.

Those middle-aged people with humble smiles, introducing the situation of the house they represent, will make you feel like you are a god.

When he pointed to the bigger house, the middle man almost blew his nose.

"He wants to call you Dad." Suzaku also wanted to bubble up beautifully.

"It's here."

Yang Xuan finally bought a house in Guangfufang on Zhuque Street.

"Renovate and decorate. In addition, recruit people." Yang Xuan began to assign, "Han Ying teaches the cook."

"Yes." This is the core, Han Ying feels that she values ​​herself.

"Every cook signs a ten-year contract."

If someone leaked the secrets of Yuanzhou Ramen, and found out within ten years, Yang Xuan would make him regret for the rest of his life.

Large transactions between nobles rarely used copper coins, mostly cloth, or gold and silver.

"The gold isn't hot yet."

The old thief was still talking when he got home.

"Money is just a little thing."

Cao Ying and Yiniang discussed it, and came back and said to Yang Xuan, "Langjun, I mentioned this when Fangzheng came to collect taxes. Bei Liao is now constantly provoking conflict in the north."

"What do you want to say?" Yang Xuan sat down, Yi Niang brought him tea, and said softly, "Lang Jun, this world is in a little chaos."

Cao Ying knelt down beside him and nodded, "We need to be faster."

Yang Xuan pondered for a long time.

"Prepare gifts."

"Where are you going?" Yi Niang was a little confused.

"I'm going to see the stalwart."

When Yang Xuan came to the gate of the Ministry of War with a few oil paper bags, the gatekeeper Zhang Gu asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"Yang Xuan, the magistrate of Wannian County, asks to see Song Shangshu."

"What?" Zhang Gu asked the purpose.

At the same time, he glanced at the gift in his hand, his eyelids twitching wildly.

Song Zhen is a model of uprightness, how dare this person come to pay bribes?
"Say hello."

Palm Gu slowly entered.

By the way, let yourself relax.

"Shangshu."

"Ok!"

Song Zhen had just finished dealing with a political affair and was closing his eyes to rest.

Zhang Gu said, "Yang Xuan, the magistrate of Wannian County, is asking to see you."

Song Zhen opened his eyes and thought about it.

Zhanggu's self-motivation is stronger, "He brought a gift."

"Let him come."

Song Zhen was surprised at Zhang Gu's daze, and snorted softly.

"If you are in the army, you will be held accountable!"

Later, Yang Xuan was brought in.

Song Zhen glanced at the oiled paper bag, "What did you bring?"

Yang Xuan said: "I heard that your legs and feet are a little rheumatic, and Xiaguan happened to know a famous doctor, so he got some medicine."

"It's fine."

Song Zhen glanced at him with a pair of tiger eyes, "What are you doing here?"

The gift is received, which is a good start.

"Xiaguan heard that the northern border is uneasy." Yang Xuan probed.

Song Zhen said indifferently: "People in the army speak straight and straight, you will only get contempt for such temptation, talk!"

Uh!
Yang Xuan said embarrassedly: "Xiaguan wants to ask Shangshu, is this true?"

"What, you want to join the army?" Song Zhen picked up the documents on the desk, which was a signal.

The old man is very busy, it's alright... Get out!
"Yes." Yang Xuan knew that he could not join the army at the moment.

He bet that Song Zhen was somewhat fond of him.

"It's a little ambitious." Song Zhen's expression turned slightly, "Last time you and the Guozijian intercepted the spy of Nanzhou at the North Gate. Your methods were bold and your strategies were outstanding..."

Yang Xuan bowed his head, "Shangshu praised it wrongly."

Song Zhen used the documents to knock on the case a few times, "At that time, Northern Liao was famous, and the Tang Dynasty had to bow its head. But later Emperor Wu endured humiliation and took a heavy burden. After more than ten years, the army went out and defeated the Northern Liao army in World War I. Self-cultivation has also given them ambition, and all this is because of the well-trained hundreds of thousands of iron cavalry."

"Xiaguan is stupid, is Bei Liao trying to attack Datang?" Yang Xuan knew very little about Bei Liao.

Song Zhen said: "In a dynasty, when its army is extremely powerful, the emperor must find a place to contribute to these powers. Otherwise, these powers consume national strength in vain every year. What's worse, these powers will give birth to ambition. Boy, The army is not playing a house, the army... wants to kill!"

Not to kill the enemy.

Just kill yourself!
Which one do you choose?
"So the Northern Liao Emperor must find a vent for those powerful iron cavalry."

"Smart boy, the old man likes this metaphor very much."

A smile appeared on Song Zhen's serious face, and then dissipated, "I don't see the generosity and courage of serving the country in you, but I see a lot of peace. You need courage, or you will die if you go to northern Xinjiang. ."

Yang Xuan felt that Song Zhen saw him clearly, so he bowed his hands respectfully, "I would like to be taught."

"Go."

Song Zhen watched him leave, and suddenly sighed softly: "North Liao is doing everything he can to rule, and He Lianfeng is thinking about the shame of the past. And what is your majesty doing? Use the post station to deliver the fruit to the favored concubine from the south."

The room was quiet for a long time.

Bah!
Someone hurried in and saw that the duty room was full of sawdust.

A few cases.

gone!
Yang Xuan left the Ministry of War and happened to meet Liang Jing.

"Have you made a contribution?" Liang Jing smiled, "Let's go, I'll take you to experience an exotic atmosphere for my brother."

The so-called exotic style is nothing but a group of exotic women.

"You have to keep your body like a jade." Suzaku reminded him, "But this is the future uncle, Yang Xuan, and I want to get along with him. No, talk in bed."

Night talk is naturally impossible.

The two each brought an exotic beauty into the room.

The rooms are adjacent.

The Tang Dynasty dialect of the foreign beauty is a bit unintelligible, and she said shyly: "No sound insulation."

"The spring breeze is blowing, the drums of war are beating, who is afraid of who in this world!" Suzaku shouted.

The exotic beauty looked at Yang Xuan, thinking that this young man was still a tender chicken, he could be regarded as a top grade, and I would be willing to pay him!

Yang Xuan came over, and the exotic beauty pulled his belt without saying anything.

"The way of undressing is good."

Yang Xuan praised.

The beauty got on the bed and hooked her finger at Yang Xuan.

"The slave's scream is louder than hers."

Yang Xuan sat in front of the desk, poured himself a cup of tea, raised the cup to his lips, and said lightly.

"Call yourself!"

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Thanks to the leader of 'Dybala Justu' for the reward, Justu!Can we change the ID?Every time I have to explain that you are soil and I am a scholar.

(End of this chapter)