[Plane] History of the struggle of the lords

The early summer in Dadu is relatively cold and cloudy, and the entire capital is shrouded in looming smog.

On the narrow and long road in the Forbidden Palace, Hubu Shangshu hurriedly walked with his head bowed. In the slightly hot weather, he was wearing a half-thin jacket, and his face was obviously angry.

He walked in front of the Imperial Palace, when the eunuch leading the way stopped suddenly, knelt on the ground numbly, and shouted to the front: "I have seen you remonstrating for a thousand years, and I hope you will be safe for a thousand years."

Shang Shu looked up, and on the long corridor outside the Imperial Palace, the man in the royal robe standing against the wind, who is not the king of Jianjun?

The new emperor ascended the throne, and the situation in the court was changing vigorously. Countless powerful people who used to cover the sky with one hand were tidied up.Although it is reasonable to have one emperor and one courtier, there are not many people who are bold and undisguised like the new emperor, and when the old man abdicates, there will naturally be new dignitaries who will come back to the throne, and now the Dali Dynasty is the most beautiful The person in front of him should be referring to the seemingly unknown Prince of the County.

Although the new emperor's methods are not top-notch, they can make people fear. The celebrities around him naturally represent status and power. Even if it is for the new emperor's face, everyone will sell his highness a little bit of face.

But a veteran minister like Hubu Shangshu may not be able to look up to this "popular man" who is now proud of the spring breeze.

What is wall grass?If you don't say anything, don't you know clearly in your heart?Back when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's family was the only one, the King of Admonishment stayed in the East Palace almost day and night. I don't know how good the tricks of the brothers and sisters are.And his methods are really outstanding. When the crown prince died, the new emperor could completely disregard the previous position of the king of Jianjun, and favor him very much without any blame.When it comes to the city of mind, no one can be dissatisfied, but when it comes to his virtues, there is too much to say.

Hubu Shangshu's beard flicked, and he bowed insincerely: "Your Majesty has seen His Royal Highness."

King Jianjun narrowed his eyes and looked at him, but his attitude was amiable: "Is it Hu Shangshu? It's already this hour, Master Hu paid tribute, but you have something important to report to the emperor?"

Hu Shangshu lowered his eyes: "The lower official has something important to do, I don't know the Holy Majesty at this moment...?"

King Jianjun swept the door of the inner hall, and said with some hesitation: "Several guarding adults are also inside."

Civil and military officials have always been incompatible with each other. Civil servants dislike military generals who know how to wield knives and guns when they are sweaty, and military generals mock civil servants who only dare to shoot guns with their pens. This situation has never been possible since ancient times. Avoid, but the emperor knows the art of checks and balances, on the contrary, it mobilizes the enthusiasm of officials.

It is a pity for the civil officials of the Dali Dynasty that the new emperor was born in a military camp before he ascended the throne, which made it inevitable that he would have some selfish bias towards civil and military officials' internal struggles.Because of his violent suppression of veteran officials, the bureaucrats in the court are now very afraid of him, so they generally don't dare to criticize him for infighting.At this moment, when he heard that there were those most proud defenders in the hall, Mr. Hu immediately had a headache.

He also stopped losing his temper, and looked bitterly at the king of the county, saying: "My lord, I'm here... for the tax of the city of Chunjun. This is not a small matter, but it has something to do with the face and dignity of the Holy Majesty." !"

Fuchun?

King Jianjun clenched his fists on the cloak, his expression was unpredictable for a moment, he pondered for a while, and then walked towards the gate of the palace: "Alright then, come in with me."

The emperor was reminiscing about the old days with his old brothers in the barracks, and they were having a good time chatting, when Jianjun Wang rushed in without looking at him.To Hu Shangshu's surprise, the Holy Majesty not only did not show any dissatisfaction with being offended, but on the contrary seemed quite happy, and even took the initiative to sit on the edge of the dragon chair, and said to King Jianjun, "Adu, come and sit here."

King Jianjun glanced at the group of defenders sitting under the chair steps, stared at the emperor and said, "Brother Emperor, Mr. Hu has something important to announce."

Seeing that he didn't intend to salute at all, and the emperor didn't seem to care about it, Hu Shangshu was a little startled, but he didn't think about it for the time being, stepped forward and bowed: "I will see the emperor."

The emperor's complexion was not as good as before. He leaned on the back of the chair, touched his lips and stared at Hu Shangshu for a while, then reluctantly waved to the group of defenders: "You all go back first. , next time I have time, I will call you into the palace again."

The generals laughed and resigned, obviously familiar with the emperor, and when they turned their backs and left, they all gave Hu Shangshu a stare.Hu Shangshu was so angry that when everyone left, he tremblingly took out a long strip of paper and a letter in a yellow leather cover from his sleeve, and then slowly unfolded the long strip of paper with trembling hands.

During this period, the emperor was talking to King Jianjun: "Are you feeling better? Come up and sit down. I'll ask someone to stew ginger milk. You will rest in the palace today, and you will go back tomorrow after eating ginger milk."

King Jianjun replied in a low voice: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness. Fu'er had already said that she would have a family banquet when she was leaving the house this morning. I promised her that she would go back earlier."

The emperor immediately shut up, looked away and stared at Hu Shangshu: "What are you going to say? It's getting late, if you have nothing important to do, leave quickly."

Hu Shangshu shook the piece of paper: "Your Majesty! Do you know how much tax Fuchun County has paid this year?"

Fuchun?The emperor thought about it for about five seconds before he remembered that it was the backcountry where he exiled the Wen family boy. The place was barren and closed, and every year it dragged his feet. He had some impressions: "How much?"

Hu Shangshu gritted his teeth and said, "Not a single coin!"

"Really?" No matter how poor you are, how can you be so poor that you can't hand over a copper coin?The emperor was very surprised, "Is there an explanation? Why didn't you give me a dime? Could it be that the Wen family boy died and used it for his funeral?"

Hu Shangshu held the unopened letter: "Your Majesty Mingjian, only this letter was delivered with the car, and the lower officials dare not open it easily. The horse that delivers the letter is still grazed in the household department. That lord issued an order and asked the household department to be responsible for their food and drink!"

The emperor frowned: "Let me see the letter, it's unreasonable to do this."

King Jianjun did not speak, took the envelope held by Hu Shangshu and slowly climbed up the chair steps, and stood silently beside the dragon chair.

The emperor opened the letter, frowned and read two lines, his expression suddenly became strange.

In the letter, Wen Le brazenly cried about being poor, that the Hou’s mansion had no money to build, the house was leaking, the servants were sick, the sea was high tide and there was no embankment, there was sand in the Lumi that could not be eaten, etc., etc., etc., etc., you can almost hear him talking between the lines. Shouting loudly that he has not yet received this year's salary, and he is almost destitute.

The emperor likes to see other people's misfortune, and he especially likes to see his own enemy's misfortune. After reading the letter, he laughed loudly: "I am really wise. Better to die!"

Hu Shangshu bowed his head immediately, as if he hadn't heard this sentence: "Your Majesty! The officials don't know what is written in the letter, but no matter how difficult it is, there is no reason for the locality not to pay taxes! If everyone follows suit, it will definitely be an unhealthy trend with a major impact!"

The emperor was overjoyed. Hearing his seriousness, he immediately lost interest. He waved his hand annoyedly: "There's no need to be strict about everything. It's not a day or two for Fu Chunqiong. What can they do if they can't pay it? You go Urge?"

Hu Shangshu immediately shut up, and bowed his head angrily.He was dedicated to serving the country, so why should he be ridiculed like this?

King Jianjun stood beside the emperor and took a rough look, his brows were deeply frowned: "The Hou Mansion cannot be built? What does this mean? There are also entourage who fell ill, but who is the one who said it was sick?"

The emperor sneered: "He is reaching out to ask me for money. Do you think I can give it to him? What an idiot. After going to Fuchun, he still longs to live a life of prosperity and wealth in Dadu. I didn't ask him to enjoy it."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the worried expression of the king of Jianjun, swiped his pen, and wrote the word "refusal" under the words asking for funding. As for the matter of not paying taxes...

"I can't kill them all. Is there any king in the world, and the subjects of Fuchun are also the flesh of my palm."

It's only been less than a year since Wen's kid was thrown in that place, and he's made himself so bad that he can't even pay his taxes.There is no need to be that villain again, there is always someone in that poor land and evil water who can torment him, after all, that is Fuchun County where the six prefects died!

Knowing that Fuchun could not pay the taxes, the emperor was not only not angry, but even happier.Doesn't this just prove that the Wen family boy is too poor to get rid of the pot?

Back at the palace, King Jianjun always felt uneasy after thinking about it.

Because of the past events in his heart, he always felt a little guilty towards Wen Run, and therefore, when he was in Dadu, he always tried his best to open the door for Wen Run.It's a pity that Wen Run never gave him such a chance. Even though he hit a wall until he was bleeding, he kept insisting on his integrity and refused to bow his head. After finally waiting for Sanfang to be assigned to Fuchun, Jianjun Wang thought he had a chance to redeem his sins. has come.

During the past year, he sent countless letters to Fuchun County City. Although Wen Run's remaining guards occasionally contacted him because of this, they never sent him a Wen Run reply letter, and never revealed their masters. status and privacy.

He has been worried about Wen Run's recent situation, but because of the vicissitudes in Dadu, he never dared to raise his curiosity about Wen Run's recent situation with the emperor.

Did I make a wrong choice at the beginning...

King Jianjun didn't dare to think too deeply, he can only live a life of taking one step at a time.Faced with the heavy sense of guilt in his heart, the only thing he could do was to order the housekeeper to prepare some of the high-quality medicinal materials and gold and silver from the mansion and send them to Huifuchun's carriage in the yamen of the household department.Give yourself some meager comfort.

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In the city of Fuchun County, Wen Le stuffed a smoothie into his mouth, and Mai Lingtong sat in front of him with a black face, flipping through the new holy metaphors sent by Daduli.

Wen Le looked at him very proudly: "Look, the annual birthday gift of several thousand taels and the tax of nearly one thousand taels plus the travel expenses of most of the thousands of miles will save you. If you have that spare money, it's better to lower the agricultural tax. It's really hard to pay for most of the money." gone."

Although the tax paid on the name is less than 1000 taels every year, the household department will not reimburse the transportation and horse fees for transporting the tax all the way. In addition to the generous gifts that the emperor and concubines have to prepare, a small place like Fuchun pays in this place every year. The expenditure on this aspect was as high as 8000 taels of silver.

God, how many high officials here have never seen gold ingots. Nearly ten thousand taels of silver are enough to do too many things in such a small place.

For example, lower the agricultural tax, use it to buy daily necessities to help the elderly, etc., which one is not better than sending most of them to the emperor who hates ghosts?

Although Mai Lingtong was clever, he had been instilled with unshakable loyalty and patriotism since he was a child. Even if he was given the courage to cheat and take advantage of loopholes like Wen Le, he would not dare to do it.Now Wen Le's cry for poverty has achieved substantial results, and this result has dealt him a big blow.

Mai Lingtong retorted weakly: "As a minister...preparing a birthday gift for the Holy One shouldn't refuse..."

Wen Le chewed on the ice, and now Fuchun has built a large ice store underground, which is specially used to keep fresh fruits and the like, and the cost is also very low.

"Then you prepare it for me," he said vaguely, and swept towards Mai Lingtong with a half-smile in his eyes, "If you want to be a courtier, you should do it for me, not for someone who is thousands of miles away. bit."

Mai Lingtong bowed his head and dared not speak.

Lin Yong, who hurried into the yamen, happened to rescue him, and from the front yard, he shouted loudly: "My lord! My lord!!!! Lord Wen's merchant ship has returned!!! Returned to Hong Kong!!! !"

"What?" The news came quite unexpectedly, Wen Lebing didn't eat anymore, and stood up quickly, with her underclothes flaring open and her chest exposed.He wasn't shy either, staring at Lin Yong who ran into the backyard, he asked, "Are you sure? Is it Lord Wen's merchant ship?"

Before Wen Run went to sea, Wen Le named him the director of Fuchun County Shipping, and it is not an exaggeration to call him an adult.

Lin Yong nodded breathlessly, with an incredulous expression on his face: "Master Wen not only came back, he also brought... brought a lot of ships back together..."

What does it mean?Wen Le was puzzled, but he didn't waste time, quickly tied his clothes and walked towards the door.

Lin Yong looked at Wen Le's leftover smoothie on the table, hesitated for a while, and took it up and drank it down, letting out a long and comfortable sigh.In a blink of an eye, he saw Mai Lingtong's trembling appearance, and he was a little surprised. He bowed his head and asked, "My lord has already left, why are you still here?"

Mai Lingtong's face turned pale, and there was a bean of sweat on his forehead. Hearing this, he slowly raised his head and stared at him lazily for a while, as if he suddenly regained his senses, and ran after him.

Lin Yong reluctantly glanced at the transparent ice bowl on the table, and followed behind, slandering in his heart - hysteria.

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The port is bustling with activity.

In addition to the brightly colored merchant ship that Wen Run drove away, there are five large and small cargo ships docked at the port at the moment, the big one is not inferior to Wen Run's and theirs, and the smallest one is only two-thirds the size of Wen Run's and theirs.They are all wooden structures, which look a little old, with black flags hanging from the tall masts, looking gloomy for no reason.

The old-faced sailors and the local Fuchun soldiers waved their whips and scolded the crew members to disembark in an orderly manner.Wen Le noticed that these people's hands were tightly restricted, cloth bags were put on, and knots were tied between the ankles, which was long enough for them to walk but prevented them from running.

The looks of these people are not the same. There are dark-skinned people with Southeast Asian facial features, and other races with lighter hair color and deeper facial features.The dress is obviously different from that of Da Liren, and almost all of them carry quite a strong hostility, and it can be seen at a glance that they are not good.

Wen Le frowned, and randomly pulled a sailor over: "Who are these people?"

When the sailor saw that the person holding him was actually Wen Le, he backed away in fright, then raised his head and shouted loudly towards the boat: "Boss!!! Boss!!!! The Lord is here!!!"

There was a commotion at the pier, and the busy soldiers took the time to salute Wen Le, and soon, a group of people quickly ran down from the side ladder of the main ship.

Wen Run, the leader, startled Wen Le.

It's more than one point or two that he is warm and dark. When he went there, his skin was fair and fair, and his manners and conversation were elegant. No matter how you look at it, he is a gentle and beautiful young man in troubled times.

Now Mr. Jia has become a black mouse.

But he was still wearing his soap-colored robe, his hair looked a little messy after not taking care of it for a long time, and he was thinner. When he ran quickly from the boat to the pier, Wen Le almost didn't recognize him for a moment.

Fortunately, his facial features are good. Although he is much darker, he is more masculine than before.When they got down to the pier, Wen Run's rapid pace suddenly slowed down. He and Wen Le stood at the opposite ends of the crowd, and Wen Le couldn't see his expression clearly, but he clearly felt that he was staring at her.

For a moment without knowing why, Wen Le felt timid and lost the courage to move.

I don't know how long they have been looking at each other from afar, but in the end, Wen Run took the initiative to approach slowly.Wen Le couldn't move as if he was nailed in place. He could only watch the other party slowly approaching in front of him, and compared the eyebrows and eyes in his memory, only to find that except for his skin color, Wen Run didn't seem to have changed at all.

When he got to the point where he couldn't get any closer, Wen Run lowered his head and stared at Wen Lezai carefully.Nearly half a year of ocean life has made him, who has always been pampered, grow a little taller. Although Wen Le is also growing taller, he has used his best height-gaining age to gain fat. The result of horizontal development is that he is younger than the same age around him Duan's sons and brothers all seem to be shorter.

He suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand and pressed Wen Le's head: "Why are you getting shorter again!"

Wen Le was a little inexplicably apprehensive at first, but when he heard these words, all his feelings disappeared.The two quickly became intimate again as if they had never parted at all, Wen Le knocked off Wen Run's paw, and said angrily, "Brother, give me a little bit!"

Wen Run coughed, touched the refreshing beard growing on his mouth, and laughed in a low voice: "I just feel it, don't be angry. Your height is not bad for Fu Chun."

Wen Le glared at him, and looked past him at Duo Lun who had just disembarked. Duo Lun was wearing the silk trousers with large flowers that Wen Le had specially ordered someone to make for him during the New Year, and riding boots tied loosely around his waist. whip.He was keenly aware of Wen Le's gaze, and raised his head with a big smile on his face. He pointed to the group of pirate-like captives who were being driven away, then pointed to Wen Run, and raised his thumb.

After washing up in the evening, the two brothers sat face to face in the study, reporting work in a gentle and serious manner.

Asked about the group of captives, he laughed and said: "Of course they are pirates. We met them when we returned from the archipelago with goods. At the beginning, there were more people than here, and the first time we encountered bandits from three ships. Team, we used the detonator you left behind to blow up two of their ships, and then arrested the pirates on the remaining ship. After a while, all the men and horses in their old den were dispatched to seek revenge, and they were arrested again. Several ships were bombed and sunk, and this group of people did not dare to resist again, so I captured them all."

Wen Le laughed loudly: "These life-or-death things. They must be used to being domineering in the bay, and they thought of pulling a banner here as a tiger skin. Good job!"

He knows that things are definitely not as easy as Wen Run's understatement. The fighting ability of a team of seven or eight ships is definitely better than that of the regular sea army of the Dali Dynasty. easy.

Wen Run was praised by him, with a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and pulled him to sit down beside his bed, and yawned: "Although this journey has been hard, the scenery on the sea is really beautiful. Next time we have a chance, we After getting familiar with the route, I will take you to play together. This time we found an island connected together. When the ship docked, the people on the island were very scared and threw stones and spears at us. ..."

Unknowingly, Wen Le was engrossed in listening, and almost imagined a vivid picture in his mind.He interrupted Wen Run and asked, "You won't kill them all, will you?"

Wen Run glanced at him in surprise: "Why did you kill them? It's not our land at all, they are afraid of us, so it's fine if we can't communicate. Later we took out things like rice cloth, and even the leaders of the tribe became Very enthusiastic."

Wen Le didn't expect this old-fashioned thought to be quite humane, so he immediately felt better: "I'm just worried, you are thoughtful, the third child will definitely roll up his sleeves and want to fight, can you persuade him?"

Wen Run laughed loudly. He plucked Wen Le's messy hair, took off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, patted the place beside him: "Come up, turn off the lights and I'll talk to you slowly."

Wen Le was curious about what would happen next, so she hurriedly followed suit. Wen Run carefully picked up the socks that he took off and threw on the ground and put them next to the bed.

Wen Le twisted a little awkwardly, and was spanked by him: "Don't move around, I'm so sleepy, I haven't hugged you for a long time." He sighed a long time, and moved his palm to Wen Le again. Le squeezed his buttocks, and sighed: "Why are you getting thinner again? If you lose weight, you will lose your shape. Isn't that good?"

Wen Le pinched his Mimi and threatened: "Get your hands away from me, otherwise I don't know what crazy things I will do."

Wen Run laughed in a low voice, obediently removed his paws, moved to his chest to hold Wen Le's hand, and continued to talk about what happened just now: "You really know Lao San, when the group of locals threw wooden spears at us He was so angry that he was about to swell, and he even clamored to get off the boat to teach these people a lesson. Although I stopped him, he still found a chance to fight with the leader of the group of locals. Because of that fight, he was more successful than me in the archipelago."

His palms were hot, and there was a special moist feeling on Wen Le's skin. A low whisper rang above his head. In the darkness, a sudden feeling floated and sank in the air.

The two brothers hugged each other intimately, and Wen Le sighed, "Thank you for your hard work."

Wen Run's eyes were gentle, and he stretched out one hand under Wen Le's neck, and tightly squeezed the other's cool hand with the other, he lowered his head and touched Wen Le's heart lightly with his lips.

"Go to sleep." Patting Wen Le's back, Wen Run whispered tiredly, "If there's anything else, there's still time to do it tomorrow."——