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Wei Junmo quietly looked at Ning Wang and said, "you don't want to know."

"What do you mean?"

Wei Junmo shook his head and stopped talking. King Ning was not angry when he couldn't ask. He just snorted, "OK, since you are so confident, I'll see if your plan can be completed this time."

Jinling Imperial City

In the imperial study, looking at the fold in front of him, Xiao Qianye finally had a little more smile on his face. Obviously, he was in a good mood. Even the news that a few Chenzhou troops had just spent Lijiang did not affect Xiao Qianye's mood. Looking at the fold in front of him with a smile, Xiao Qianye breathed a long sigh of relief. Pengcheng and Yundu, Nangong Huai and Shaozhong have the upper hand. As long as the plan is successful, defeating Yan Jun is just around the corner.

"Your Majesty." Zhou Xiang came in trembling and bowed down to Xiao Qianye. In more than two years, Zhou Xiang, who is already over 70, has become much older. The war has been going on for the past two years. Zhou Xiang and Han min, the old ministers, also worry about it with Xiao Qianye. Xiao Qianye is young and can stand it, but Zhou Xiang and Han min fight at the same age. Han min was ill when the news of the defeat in the Yingchuan war came. Many things overwhelmed Zhou Xiang and made him even harder. Although Zhou Xiang and Han min have some disagreements in recent years, now the old man is suddenly ill. He is also in a hurry and tired.

Xiao Qianye hurriedly said, "excuse me, Mr. Zhou. I didn't say it. Mr. Zhou is old. If you can avoid these false gifts, please sit down and talk." no matter how kind Xiao Qianye's character is, he really respects the old ministers who taught himself and assisted him since childhood.

"The ceremony must not be abandoned." Zhou Xiang thanked him and got up. Looking at Xiao Qianye's look, Zhou Xiang asked, "look at your majesty. It seems like a happy event?"

Xiao Qianye nodded and said, "just received the news, King Ning has allied with King Yan." it's better to say that King Ning belongs to King Yan. After all, there can only be one winner.

Zhou Xiang frowned, "Oh? This is not good news." the alliance between yanwang and ening Bay is not only bad news, but also great bad news.

Xiao Qianye smiled and sighed slightly. It's really not good news for them that King Ning and King Yan joined hands, but... After all, it's not the worst news, "Don't worry, sir. Taining Wei won't feel Pengcheng until at least ten days later. I've sent a letter to Nangong Huai and asked him to send troops to intercept it halfway. Moreover... Since Wei Junmo and Yan Wang have focused on Pengcheng, our previous plan..."

When Zhou Xiang thought, he could not help but nod and laugh. "His majesty said that it was the old minister who was more worried. As long as he had won in the west, he transferred his troops to the Huai Huai army of Nangong, and the army of millions of soldiers gathered around Yan counter. When Taining arrived, everything would have fallen to dust."

Xiao Qianye nodded. "Mr. Zhou is right. In the past two years, our army has been defeated and retreated one after another, causing unrest in the government and the public. It all depends on this time. In fact, Wei Junmo himself gave us a chance this time. If he hadn't led the troops to leave Chenzhou, there would be Shang Rong to support Yingchuan. Ha ha... There are only some literati who can't fight at all and Nangong Hui's straw bag left in Chenzhou!"

Zhou Xiang shook his head and said, "if Wei Junmo didn't leave Chenzhou, Yingchuan would have been taken by us. I'm afraid Yan Wang can't get off the line this time. So..."

Therefore, Wei Junmo is really their nemesis. After two years of hard arrangement, if there were no Wei Junmo, the God of plague, the two Youzhou armies would have been defeated. Maybe they would have taken the king of Yan long ago. At that time, only princess Yan and Zhu Hong, who are far away in Youzhou, could there be any big waves in King Yan's house?

When Zhou Xiang said this, Xiao Qianye felt not happy at all. Think about the life style of Wei Junmo, he couldn't help gnashing his teeth. Is it really his nemesis?!

Zhou Xiang stroked his beard and thought, "Your Majesty, there's one more thing..."

"Mr. Zhou just say," said Xiao Qianye.

Zhou Xiang sighed and said, "if you can win this war, your majesty should immediately reduce the corvee tax to reassure the people."

Xiao Qianye frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Zhou, is it too early to say this now?" what is the war, except that the soldiers and horses are the grain and grass Quartermaster. Where the grain and grass Quartermaster comes from, isn't it tax? After the three-year war, the National Treasury has long been empty. If you don't collect taxes, where will the money be used?

Zhou Xiang shook his head. "Your Majesty, do you know how many young people in Jiangnan go to the battlefield?"

Xiao Qian frowned at night, and Zhou Xiang sighed: "in addition to the new soldiers sent by your majesty to the battlefield, there are two million conscripts in the past two years alone." Two hundred people may not have hurt their muscles and bones in such a big summer, but now they have less than half of what they could control in the time of the first emperor. What is the most in Jiangnan? Scholars, rich businessmen and dignitaries can't recruit soldiers. Therefore, military service must be taken out from ordinary people, who are the main force of field farming. They went to the battlefield, The fields are not cultivated, and taxes can't be collected.

Xiao Qianye understood what Zhou Xiang wanted to say. He had a headache and said, "when the emperor's grandfather expelled Beiyuan, there was nothing and the war had been fought for more than ten years. Why can't he support it now only three or two years?"

Zhou Xiang was helpless, "Your Majesty, in those days when the people in the central plains were enslaved by the Beiyuan people, they were living a miserable life. After a long time of hardship, they naturally didn't feel bitter. Expelling Beiyuan gave the people hope, so there were many followers. Even after fighting for more than ten years, the people were willing to give their own food to the former Emperor. In order to live a peaceful life one day. But... We now What's this? "Fighting in the same room? Fighting between uncles and nephews? No matter which one, it can never attract too much support and sympathy from the people. Even because of the long founding time of the summer, many people don't even have the concept of orthodoxy in their hearts. Anyway, they are all surnamed Xiao and the descendants of the former Emperor. They will follow Whoever makes them live well.

Xiao Qianye was silent for a moment and said, "we can't support it. Will King Yan's house be easier than us? In the past two years, King Yan should have sent more than a million soldiers to the battlefield?" The north is more vast and sparsely populated than the south of the Yangtze River. Zhou Xiang sighed in his heart that the king of Yan is really much more relaxed than them. At least, the king of Yan does not need to maintain a huge imperial official system. Even the king of Yan has not been awarded decent official positions even for his generals and staff. Of course, this is to show the world that his cavalry is not to compete for the throne, and naturally he has no right to be canonized by himself Officials. But similarly, the king of Yan doesn't need to give high-ranking officials and rich salaries to his generals and the families of those officials. And the king of Yan doesn't need to worry that these people will betray him, because everyone knows that the real glory and wealth will be in the future.