Yu Jun

"The people's resentment is boiling." Wu Jin put down the steamed cake, wiped his hands, and gave Mo Lingfeng a cup of cooled tea. "In addition to the official tax of Dazhao, miscellaneous taxes are extremely complicated, and even levy unknown names. They are too harsh, and the folk taxes are bitter." It’s been heavy for a long time——”

He pondered for a moment: "Now there are three places, Liangzhou, Ezhou and Xinzhou. The people are revolting. Liangzhou Dinggui claimed that he had great supernatural powers and gathered a large number of believers. He opened the granaries and burned the yamen. Xinzhou Mengshun had 5,000 people and captured the county seat. Those who bloodied the county government, Fan Sheng in Ezhou, gathered in the mountains and forests, and robbed homes and houses were not people who could last long, but for Dazhao, it was undoubtedly a snowy mountain."

Mo Lingfeng tilted his head to drink water and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief: "Such a good opportunity cannot be missed."

Wu Jin was more cautious: "On weekdays, the army is tired of attacking cities and defending, and now Zhaozhao has no time to take care of both. It is indeed a good opportunity. It is better to accumulate granaries, then set up a shipyard in Jeju, build two hundred warships at the dock, and organize soldiers to practice water warfare. South If there are refugees, we can also recruit them.”

He pointed his finger on the table to the east, then to the south: "The navy is crucial."

Mo Lingfeng thought carefully - if we go out to fight at this time, we can gain a state, but the plan to build a naval army is more far-reaching.

"I will do as you said, set up a shipyard under the Jeju City Shipping Department, and appoint Cheng Ting as the promotion officer, from the fifth rank. He is honest and there will be no mistakes in the selection of materials. The deputy is promoted by Shi Yuan, from the seventh rank. Both of these two people are terrible in terms of knowledge. Fortunately, at the beginning of the founding of the country, there was a shortage of talents, so you can use discretion."

Wu Jin nodded and added: "He Qing, who has been promoted by the Chief of Transport, is as timid as a mouse. He doesn't dare to be greedy, but he also doesn't dare to do things. It will be much better if Cheng Ting is by his side."

Mo Lingfeng couldn't help but laugh and said: "Cheng Ting is so stupid and bold, what can he not dare to do?"

With Shi Yuan watching from the side and reporting the news secretly, there will be no mistakes." Wu Jin couldn't help but laugh, "I will write the memorial and your Majesty will have it printed and sent to everywhere. "

He always makes decisions before taking action. He must have considered every detail in his mind before speaking out.

When he walked to the desk, he first polished the ink, spread out the paper, raised the pen with his wrist hanging, and started to write the complaint first.

"Edict: The Shipyard of Jeju City was founded by the Shipyard, and all the ships were assigned to the Chongzhengyuan. Cheng Ting, the third son of Cheng Taishan, the Chongzheng envoy of the Chongzhengyuan, has an honest nature, a strong spirit, and an upright talent, which is enough to promote him. His deputy promoted Shi Yuan and recruited him. Those who are familiar with the water and can sail boats, regardless of the common people, rebel against the people in times of famine, build warships, form a navy, learn to fight on the water, go in and out of the wind and waves, as if walking on flat ground, and attack thousands of miles away, the navy is under the jurisdiction of the Jeju garrison."

Mo Lingfeng sat across from him, took out the red lacquer box from under the table, and took out the "Yonglan Xingxi" seal - the jade seal of Daqi's Wuchuan Kingdom. In front of the sacrifice to heaven, there is the seal of the mandate "Accepting the destiny of the sky, we are virtuous and prosperous". , the four-sided precious seals of the Zhenguo Seal "Inheriting Heaven's Blessings and Extending Trillions of Eternal Blessings", the two consecutive beaded seals of the year "Kunsheng", and the edict seal "Yonglan Xingxi".

After sealing, Wu Jin sealed the memorial into a sheepskin envelope and handed it to someone to send to the Xifu: "There is also a letter of credence for the Jin Dynasty. After considering it for a month, it has finally been settled. Your Majesty will take a look."

He found the credentials negotiated by Dongfu from the bookshelf and handed it to Mo Lingfeng.

The content of the letter of credence was complicated and exquisite. After Mo Lingfeng read it carefully, he found that nine out of ten sentences were nonsense. The most important one was "the two dynasties are at odds with each other, and they should cooperate with their neighboring countries to extend their cooperation."

She put down her credentials and picked up the national treasure seal and stamped it: "The opportunity for the Jinlu to attack Gaoping Village has been lost. No matter how much they hate it, there is nothing they can do. Who should they choose as envoy?"

"President of the State College Mi Yingzong."

Mo Lingfeng never studied in Zhouxue and only met Mi Yingzong a few times. He remembered that he was a kind-hearted and fat man.

Jin Lu didn't dare to act rashly. It didn't matter who the envoy was. She didn't ask about Mi Yingzong's personality. She reached into her sleeve and dug it out: "I only remembered it when my tooth didn't hurt."

After speaking, she stretched out her hand and spread her palms. What was placed in her palm was a grasshopper woven from wheat straw.

"On the way back, I went to check the farmland and asked an old farmer to compile it for you."

She remembered that she had received this thing from the old farmer the day before yesterday. The old man's hands were rough and dark, with hand lines like ravines and covered with calluses. Half of his index finger had been worn away by something unknown, and it was full of haggardness from work.

This hand, these cultivators, with burnt skin, is the one who Wu Jin keeps in mind to find food for their rice fields - despite everything, he still insists on clearing the fields, rebuilding the fish scale book, rewarding the people to open up wasteland, and supervising the construction of water conservancy projects. .

She thought that the grasshopper made of wheat straw would make him happy.

Wu Jin looked carefully at the grasshoppers woven from fresh wheat straw and could smell the fragrance of the wheat straw. Every line and every touch of color was Mo Lingfeng's intention.

Mo Lingfeng smiled and asked, "Do you like it?"

Wu Jin knew her thoughts, cherished her thoughts, and carefully put them in his sleeve pocket: "I like it." He also laughed and saw her sitting under the bamboo curtain, her face flushed with heat, and she had not slept all night because of toothache, and her eyes were There were two dark circles under his eyes, and he suddenly stopped smiling. He leaned over and reached out, hooked the back of her head, and kissed her lips.

Contrary to Mo Lingfeng's passionate and brutal nature, his kiss was like a leaf falling on a flower.

He let go of his hand and sat back, saying again: "I like it."

His emotions were so surging that he could hardly suppress it, and he quickly turned to political affairs: "Should I send a copy of the credential to Dazhao?"

Mo Lingfeng tapped her lips with her fingers: "Send it off."

"Okay, I'll go discuss it with Dongfu right now."

"You can still run when I'm back?" Mo Lingfeng smiled teasingly, stood up and walked to his side, "There's no need to discuss it, I'll write it."

Wu Jin laid out the paper for her.

"The Emperor asked Zhao -" Mo Lingfeng stopped writing and asked Wu Jin, "Has Zhao Zhan not been given a title yet?"

"The honorific title Yongchang was added the day before yesterday."

Mo Lingfeng sneered: "These ministers are really trying their best to flatter you."

She continued to write: "Emperor Yongchang is well. I was summoned by heaven to patrol the Central Plains. I sent an envoy a suicide note, saying that I would like to retire and let the common people live in peace. We are a friendly country. If Emperor Yongchang agrees, I will inform the envoy clearly. "

She put down her pen and said, "If you send this over, Zhao Zhan will be furious."

Although the territory of Daqi is small, it has credentials, seals, envoys, and a heart of loving the people and benevolent. Zhao Zhan knew that she would not give up, but he still pinched his nose to read the words "Retire the soldiers" .

This is not the national letter, but the man letter.

She took out the seal, pressed it with cinnabar, and clicked it: "As soon as the credentials are delivered to the two countries, a court meeting will be held immediately."

Wu Jin nodded in agreement, sealed the credentials and sent them to Jokhang. He was not in a hurry to hand them over. The envoys to Jokhang needed to be chosen carefully.

He collected the credentials, put it in the wooden box, and asked, "Does the tooth still hurt?"

Mo Lingfeng waved his hand: "It doesn't hurt. The medicine is better than the original one."

"You go and have a rest. I'll wait for you here and take care of a few trivial matters."

Mo Lingfeng nodded and stood up, stretched himself hard, and returned to Changsui Residence to take a shower, change clothes, and take a nap.

She slept for two hours. When she woke up, her fatigue disappeared and she went to see her nanny and six aunts who were being raised by the eldest sister of the Cheng family.

After reading it, she walked to the study, walked all the way to the Lingxiao flower, and stopped for a moment.

The flowers in the sky are dazzlingly illuminated by the late afternoon sun. The vines are wrapped around the stone wall, with branches stretching hundreds of feet. The flowers rise with the trees, making their shadows sway in the wind.

The flowers that both Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng loved turned into the fire of hell under the scorching sun, burning their brother who had taken advantage of the spring breeze, dissolving Zhao Shiheng's tumultuous past, and could burn her to ashes at any time.

No longer able to look or think too much, she took a step back, left Ling Xiaohua, and went to see Wu Jin.