Empress, your husband is invincible

At the same time, a meditation room in the luxurious Suhou Mansion.

"That old man, you've been making love for decades, isn't it enough?
Do you want to get involved at this time? "

With a slap of the palm, the desk in front of Huang Yi suddenly shattered to the ground, and the roar of anger echoed in the meditation room for a long time.

This meditation room is very ordinary.

It's just a desk, a futon, and a faceless Buddha statue on an altar.

"Squeak..."

There was a sound of pushing the door, and a hale and thin monk came in with a wry smile, carrying a plate of steaming wine and vegetables.

"Amitabha, why does the general need to be so useless? If you smashed the poor monk's Zen room, you will have nowhere to drink if you want to enjoy yourself in the future..."

Huang Yi choked on him, so he pointed at him and sat down cross-legged angrily.

"You bald donkey, you are not a good bird..."

"What's the matter? A good bird can still fly to your forest?"

The monk raised his eyebrows and made a sarcasm without showing any weakness.

Huang Yi's face froze, so he turned around and took out two jars of wine from under the altar, sat down cross-legged, patted one jar and pushed it directly to the monk opposite.

After taking a big gulp of spirits, Huang Yi pursed his lips and asked the monk seriously:
"I'm sure you already know what happened tonight. What's the next step?"

The monk ignored him, and stretched out his hand to break off a big chicken leg. After eating it clean in two or three bites, he calmly said:
"What happened tonight happened in a hurry, and I only let you act like this tonight with a little clue."

Huang Yi was even more depressed when he heard this.

"But isn't that smashed?"

"Did it crash?"

The monk looked at him with a half-smile.

"I do not know how?"

Huang Yi glared at him and said angrily:

"Don't you know? How dare you take a walk on the street tomorrow?
See if the people in the city call me 'Suhou's heart is known to everyone'? "

"Hey, you don't want that chair?"

The monk wiped the oil on his hands with his clean monk robe, grabbed the wine jar in front of him, and poured it down his throat.

"Why doesn't the poor monk know that you, Suhou, still care so much about these false names?"

Huang Yi's yellow face rarely turned red:
"I don't care, you have to find a way to help me!"

The monk stretched out three fingers and shook him, casually said:
"The poor monk gave you three, is that enough?"

Huang Yi's face turned even redder, and he leaned sideways to the monk's side, complimenting him:
"I knew you 'Master Zhikong' must have a way!

Tell me, why kick this crappy house a few more times? "

"One, let Fu Hu continue to hook up with the generals, compete in martial arts to recruit relatives, and treat them as their civil servants' sole performance? Is this reasonable?

Remember, even if it doesn't work, you have to disgust these so-called aristocratic families to death.Take advantage of the trend and win over some unsatisfactory generals. "

Huang Yi thought for a while and nodded.

"Intensifying civil and military courtiers again... this is fine."

"Second, make Fu Long's Red Lotus Sect more violent.

The only soldiers available to the imperial court today are Zhuang Xiaoyun's Zhuangjia army and your Dongshan army.

As for the county soldiers who are controlled by the aristocratic families in various counties and counties, they are not worth mentioning.

Let the Red Lotus Sect continue to make trouble, make a lot of trouble, it is best to fight across the river and enter Huaizhou, a tax-heavy city..."

"...Then, I ask for orders to continue to lead the army to suppress the rebellion?"

Huang Yi's complexion became a little strange, and he pondered:
"But that girl will never let me go out of Beijing..."

Zhikong glanced at him.

Recalling what Zhikong said just now, Huang Yi couldn't help but slapped his thigh, clapped his hands and laughed:

"...Huaizhou? Got it! Got it!"

"Huaizhou is the thoroughfare of the five provinces, and it is also Daling's most important source of taxation. If the boss really hits there, I will release the girl if he doesn't!"

Seeing his recollection, Zhikong's eyes turned cold:
"Third, find a way to attack Chen Yuxiu, and be sure to drive him out of his position as Minister of the Household Department."

"This one, I'll do it if you don't tell me! This old bastard is so foolish, but he almost hid it from me!

It can't be seen that he, a 'papermaker', is loyal to Da Ling! "

When Chen Yuxiu was mentioned, Huang Yi couldn't help but hit the ground hard.

Zhikong just looked at him calmly, without saying a word.

When Huang Yi was slightly stunned, his heart skipped a beat:
"You don't mean to help my people up?"

Picking up a grain of soybeans, Zhikong smiled in a half-smile:
"This position is Daling's pocketbook. A mere water transportation guard allows you to support such a large family business.

Don't you want to be in charge of the household department in charge of Daling's financial revenue and expenditure? "

Huang Yi's face kept changing, but his body froze in place.

After a while, he stood up abruptly and started pacing in the room with his hands behind his back.

Monk Zhikong poured wine by himself, sipping wine and meat, without even looking at him.

"People, soldiers, wealth..."

"These three strategies, these three strategies..."

"Old bald donkey, you are indeed my number one think tank!"

After talking uncontrollably for a moment, the fiery Huang Yi clapped his hands and laughed.

……

One night passed unknowingly.

When the morning light was just emerging, Ling Xuejian turned over in a daze.

As if thinking of something, Ling Xuejian, who had just turned over and was lying on her side, sat up abruptly, staring at the side of the bed with a pair of beautiful eyes.

Ye Cheng was propping his chin, looking at her with a smile in his eyes.

Ling Xuejian was struggling to recall last night's scene in amazement, but apart from a slightly dizzy head, there was nothing unusual about it.

She was staring blankly at Ye Cheng, when Ye Cheng suddenly spoke softly.

"Are you awake? Can I ask the maid to back up the hangover soup for you?"

The tense face softened slightly, Ling Xuejian looked at Ye Cheng with extra complicated eyes:
"You stayed here all night last night?"

"Well, don't worry about you."

Ye Cheng nodded calmly.

Just about to say something more, Ye Cheng smiled helplessly when he heard footsteps outside the hall:
"If you don't go to court again, I'm afraid, the courtiers outside the palace will go crazy..."

"..."

Ling Xuejian looked at him fixedly.

Ye Cheng subconsciously lowered his head and scanned his whole body.

"If you don't leave, I... how can I change my clothes?"

The shyness in his eyes flashed, and Ling Xuejian lowered his head unconsciously.

"..."

Only then did Ye Cheng come to his senses, and after a helpless smile, he got up and bid her farewell.

But before taking two steps, Ye Cheng suddenly remembered something, and turned to look at her seriously:
"The hall is so messy, it should be cleaned up. If you don't sweep a house, why sweep the world?"

Ling Xuejian lost his mind for an instant.

Ye Cheng raised the corner of his mouth, opened the palace door and walked out.