Bai Yuegang of Prince Ning's Mansion

Ruixue snorted, she was just saying that she was having a good time.

I naturally understand in my heart that things cannot be done this way, but at least I feel comfortable when I say it.

"A living person can still be suffocated by urine, so he must find a way to help Zhao Fengnian."

Song Shimiao strode in, flipped up his clothes, and sat down.

"Do you think he didn't do anything during the time he came back. It's not just his own one-acre three-point land that he has to consider and plan."

Ruixue calmed down a little: "I'm just complaining for him, obviously capable, why should I be so angry."

Song Shimiao lazily leaned back in the chair.

"He can do what you said, but then what. Without the support of Dalan and the Holy One, the common people and soldiers living in the northern border have become rebels. Are they all going to die together?"

"You know that the terrain in the northern region is complex, the climate is harsh, and it has been harassed by military disasters all year round. The people can't farm with peace of mind, and most of the supplies and food have to be subsidized by the imperial court. In times of disaster, they are starving and dying everywhere, and they are displaced."

"Even if Zhao Fengnian really managed to escape from Dalan, what's the point of guarding a barren land?"

Ruixue lowered her eyes, she seemed a little excited just now.

Zhao Fengnian is different from her, she just wants to protect the people around her.

What Zhao Fengnian thought about was everyone except himself.

The northern border is the northern border of Dalan, and Zhao Fengnian cannot be just Zhao Fengnian in Prince Ning's mansion.

With the heart of a villain, the Holy One is afraid of Zhao Fengnian's influence in the northern border.

Desperately suppressing and weakening him, he could only accept everything for the sake of the people in the northern border and the stability of Dalan's border.

The only reason why Zhao Fengnian can be held by the Holy Majesty is his selflessness to the people and his loyalty to Da Lan.

Only now does Ruixue understand Zhao Fengnian, the cold-looking King Ning has a very soft heart.

He sighed and asked, "What kind of nasty means did you use to snatch the soldier talisman from Zhao Fengnian's hand this time?"

Song Shimiao smiled: "Concubine Ning is getting more and more on the road. Isn't it spring soon? Grain seeds and supplies need to be transported to the northern border as soon as possible. If it takes too much time, I'm afraid it will delay the farming season."

"The catastrophe of the snow disaster a few years ago has not completely passed, and it is the time when there is a shortage. If something goes wrong here again, the people in the northern border will have a hard time this year."

The hands Ruixue held together became tighter and tighter. In order to centralize power, the Holy Majesty was disregarding the life and death of the people.

Perhaps in his eyes, everything in this world can be used as chips and props for him to achieve his goals.

"Can't you think of a way to help Zhao Fengnian? If he really handed in the Northern Territory Soldier Talisman, what's the point of everything he did before?"

Song Shimiao flicked his sleeves and didn't seem in a hurry.

"Let's make plans after he comes back. As you said, this soldier talisman is just a dead thing, and it doesn't matter if it's handed over or not."

Rui Xue curled her lips: "Don't fool me, I just said that because I was angry."

"Now that the leader of the Northern Territory has changed, if the military talisman is no longer in the hands of the prince, he has nothing to do with the Northern Territory. I know that the capital is not a place where he feels at ease. If he can't return to the Northern Territory in the future, how will he survive in this place?" Living in a cage without bars."

When Song Shimiao heard the words, the playful expression on his face changed, and he looked at Ruixue in surprise.

"Why are you so pessimistic? Zhao Fengnian is not just paper, he is not as fragile as you think. If you really want to help him, help me ask Li Jiuchen out."

Rui Xue frowned: "What does it have to do with Li Jiuchen? Bi Shui and his gang have bad intentions. You forgot that they partnered to poison Qiqilu."

Song Shimiao nodded indifferently: "So what, I just want to discuss a few deals with him. As for who they associate with and who they poison, it has nothing to do with me."

Ruixue yelled: "Why are you like this? If you don't know right from wrong, you won't be afraid of being bullied by them?"

Song Shimiao still acted like a fool: "In terms of business and business, I can still trust the people of Bishui in doing business."

Seeing Ruixue glaring at him, she sat up straighter: "Aren't you related to Li Jiuchen? His father is still your uncle. Why are you so angry?"

Ruixue gave him a white look: "Whether you want to be kissed or not, you can't just look at the blood relationship. What is the difference between such a relative who has never been in contact with a stranger. I will have to see if I want to contact him in the future."

"Besides, we don't know when the business with Bishui will be settled. Whether we can make use of this relationship is another matter. Who knows the purpose of their visit to Dalan this time."

Song Shimiao laughed out loud.

"You are really, you are a relative if you need it, and you are worse than a stranger if you don't need it. This pragmatism can be regarded as understood by you."

Rui Xue pouted: "I don't treat everyone like this. Doesn't it make a difference. It's good for you."

Song Shimiao waved his hand: "Thank you. Seriously, contact Li Jiuchen for me."

"Then tell me, what are you looking for him for, and what must be done by him."

There was nothing to do while waiting around for Zhao Fengnian to come back, so Song Shimiao explained it to Ruixue.

When Song Shimiao made a match for Li Jiuchen years ago, he introduced many grain merchants in Dalan.

If it is in Song Shimiao's name to buy seeds and materials from these grain merchants.

If you want to send it to the north smoothly, there will be many restrictions.

Let's not talk about the Holy Majesty's plan to blackmail Zhao Fengnian with the matter of the northern border, whether he will agree to send a large amount of supplies to the northern border in private name.

The money for raising this material alone cannot be raised by Song Shimiao and Zhao Fengnian alone.

If Li Jiuchen, the privileged special envoy of Clear Water, can be recruited to participate in this matter, all aspects will be easier.

Even if His Majesty was displeased, it would be impossible for him to do business with Clear Water.

Besides, it's not like this deal won't make any money. Didn't Ruixue use food from the northern border in exchange for horses and furs that are absolutely worth the money?

If this matter is done, it will solve Zhao Fengnian's current predicament, and he will be less oppressed by the Holy Majesty.

Even if he helped the people in the northern border and Zhao Fengnian, Li Jiuchen could make a fortune from it, and it could also make the emperor feel uncomfortable.

It really serves multiple purposes, Ruixue seems to have no reason to refuse to help.

"But this is not a trivial matter. It involves the Northern Territory and the Holy Spirit. It may not be enough to just involve Li Jiuchen."

Song Shimiao raised his eyebrows: "Then what do you mean?"

Rui Xue stroked the broken hair on her temples: "It's time to meet my uncle."

Song Shimiao slapped his hands and smiled to reveal the dimples on his lips.

"Just waiting for your words, I have prepared all the gifts for you, you should hurry up on this matter."

It was only then that Ruixue realized that Song Shimiao had been leading her to lean on this matter from the beginning to the end.

Most likely, he had already discussed with Zhao Fengnian how to break this situation.

It's just that she is stupidly filled with righteous indignation for Zhao Fengnian, fighting against injustice.