During the period when King Yan was away, the conflict between the upstarts in the court and the aristocratic families became even more acute. On the one hand, these two factions of men were self-reliant and noble, while on the other hand, they were in the limelight and fundamentally disagree with each other. Sometimes, the gap between scholars, farmers, industry, commerce, and commerce is no less than the gap between the barbarians of the eighteen tribes and the Liang people.

The family has been passed down from generation to generation, and the family's foundation is very rich, almost every surname has large areas of farms and land. Since the continuous decline of grain prices during the Yuanhe period, in order to exchange returns and imports, major families secretly engaged in business. The sneaky before Emperor Wu has become what it is now. On the one hand, this invisibly caused the merchants who were originally in the last place to enter the house, and on the other hand, it is also constantly hurting private merchants.

Since the beginning of Emperor Taizu, Daliang has laws and regulations, fame, princes and nobles, etc., and they are not allowed to compete with the people for profit, because once the Shang Dynasty is involved in the word "official", it is not a pure Shang Dynasty. Even if it is not actively bullying others, there must be villains relying on their power.

The origin and long hatred between the old families and the new nobles is not a matter of generations.

At this time, the upstart came to power, which was like a salted fish turning over. Either the east wind overwhelmed the west wind or the west wind overwhelmed the east wind. Of course, the old families had to spare no effort to suppress it. New and old hatreds were sandwiched together, and in the turmoil of the family and country, they could hold their noses together. At this time, the barbarians bowed their heads and Jiangnan could free up their hands again. The battle situation seemed less urgent and immediately burst out like pain.

After returning to the court, Yan Wang didn't even have a buffer. What was waiting for him was a smoky quarrel at the court meeting.

From whether to abolish the big trouble of beacon tickets, to the various disadvantages of the new administration, to the final criticism of the canal office. Then from the royal power to the civil rights, from the civil and commercial system to the ancestral family law, the war somehow led to the army. From the current expenses of the four garrisons, it broke through the reins and wild horses to the question of whether the Jiangnan should continue to fight. Fang Qin's party has grasped the root of the King of Yan. If it weren't for the huge expenses in the war in recent years, the treasury was hoarse and treasury was hoarse every day, and the King of Yan would not have seized the opportunity to focus on money and make the court so messy.

Some people from aristocratic families came forward to raise trouble: "Emperor, the eighteen tribes have surrendered, and we will have a large amount of abundant purple gold in the future. The vitality in the territory has been slowly recovering. It is really not appropriate to start another war within three to five years. I think the peace talks presented by the Westerners in recent days are very sincere. They withdrew from the Yangtze River, gave up their occupied land, and only opened Western ports along the East China Sea coast, and dispersed the garrison to several ports specially opened along the coast. This can not only give peace to the people, but also serve as a transit place for our maritime trade in the future. What's wrong with Gu Shuai provoking them indiscriminately, and constantly adding conditions is a bit too unkind."

Naturally, the Yanwang Party responded: "Why should I give up the fertile soil along the East China Sea to a bunch of Western monkeys? Can't we open a port by ourselves? Do we have no merchant ship caravan? The place passed down by our ancestors, you gave it to the Westerners in one sentence. There is nothing more generous than you in the court!"

Fang Qin personally went on the battle and set off the sharp "traitorous communication" verbal talk. He said calmly: "Western people came from a distance from the ocean. Most of the military supplies they used need to be supplied from thousands of miles away. The soldiers they brought were tired troops leaving their hometowns. According to my opinion, there is no need to be too much like facing a great enemy. What if they pretend to be a good enemy? It will be difficult for them to continue. Gu Shuai devoted his efforts to my Daliang. These years have also been handed over injuries and illnesses. He has never had a few comfortable and safe life. Even if he feels sorry for my 100,000 front-line bloody soldiers, it is time to stop fighting and rest. This matter can be discussed later. I wonder what the constitution is His Highness Yan Wang's be against the beacon ticket...?"

He heard from the beginning that Yan Wang was dragged out by him and looked up at Fang Qin: "I don't need to discuss it again after seeing Rong? The beacon ticket was named "beacon ticket". In the final analysis, it is closely related to the war. Since you want to cut land and feed tigers and wolves, there is really no reason to issue the third batch of beacon tickets. The court can always raise a few more melons to pay back the debt with the next five years of taxes."

Fang Qin shook his head and smiled, "If the Yan King is angry, how can the truce of the land and feed tigers and wolves at this time? The Westerners are already retreating step by step. This is a disguised invitation to surrender. When they arrive at the sea, they are just a group of rootless duckweeds, which really cannot constitute a major concern."

Chang Geng also smiled and said tepidly: "It's really admirable for Lord Fang to know the world without leaving home. You can know that Westerners are already rootless duckweeds thousands of miles away. This far-sighted vision is hard for us to see."

Seeing the two of them becoming sarcastic and mean in their New Year greetings, Li Feng had to come forward and said, "The military and military people have the final say. I have summoned you to discuss the most urgent matters of the beacon votes. What are you quarrel about in the battlefield of Liangjiang? I have settled the accounts for so long and can't figure it out. I have been worried about it too much - Amin, you should say less."

The Minister of Revenue stood up in time and said, "His Highness Yan has just returned from Jiangbei, and I'm afraid he hasn't figured out the reason why the third batch of beacon tickets were blocked. You also know that although the salary of civil and military officials in our dynasty is relatively rich than that of the previous dynasty, there are still families and young people who rely on this salary to maintain a little face. How dare you be rich and noble... When this country is in a dilemma, I really can't help it. Since the subscription of beacon tickets was included in the administrative inspection, how many people have lost their money? I really can't get any money at the moment. The prince has a close personal relationship with Du Wanquan, the tycoon master of the chamber of commerce, and others. Do you see, can you come forward and collect them again?"

Chang Geng refused to fall into this unique trap, and said calmly: "I have visited Du Gong and others on the way back to Beijing. Now that factories are built in various places, as a charity businessman, sometimes they have to take care of refugees, and the expenses are very high. Now most of their wealth is under the canal. Even if they are willing to destroy their families and relieve the difficulties, can they even give up the many refugees who have finally settled? To be honest, Du Gong said to me that he really can't get the money."

Fang Qin refused to let him go: "Did your highness not expect to leave a way out when he pushed the beacon ticket with all his might?"

Chang Geng looked at him coldly: "Mr. Fang, I said it very clearly at the beginning. When the money expires for two years, the treasury will naturally be able to switch it. If you really can't make any moves for a while, you can use the third batch of beacon tickets to solve the urgent problem. At that time, when the treasury money flowed in, Lord Fang had already taken over the Ministry of Revenue and did not raise any objections. Now you ask me, I still want to ask the Lord. Where has the money that has flowed through the Ministry of Revenue in the past two years gone by? Why are there so many differences?"

Fang Qin finally couldn't help but say angrily: "Every book is there. If King Yan has any doubts about his subordinates, he can go and investigate!"

Chang Geng smiled and said with a slight smile: "That's right, all the adults of the Ministry of Revenue will never be even injustice in the mere account book. I guess Mr. Fang was obsessed with it back then, so he was wrong?"

Li Feng: "Enough!"

Fang Qin hurriedly accused him of guilt. Chang Geng bowed slightly and stood aside without any hesitation. He was very silent most of the time at the court meeting. Most of the things that happened were the people below who rarely confronted people like this. Fang Qin couldn't help but look at him, and always felt something was wrong.

King Yan must have been prepared for the embarrassing situation of Fenghuozhao. Why would he rather quarrel in front of the emperor than speak it smoothly? What is he laying the foundation?

The dynasty will part in dissatisfaction. King Yan was left behind and walked silently with Li Feng. Although Li Feng's broken leg has recovered, he has always fallen into the root of the disease. If he walks fast, he will look a little lame.

"Accompany me to the garden for a walk." Li Feng said.

It happened that the prince had just finished school and was playing in the garden with the third prince. When he saw his father and uncle, he hurriedly came to see him in a regular manner. The prince was a year older and now he looked like a little boy. The third prince was only five years old and was changing teeth, and his words were a bit leaky.

When Li Feng saw the prince, he of course had to show his majesty as a father. He first found fault out of nothing and scolded the prince, and then interrogated his studies with a stern face.

The prince answered well first, but at the end he always glanced at his younger brother. Li Feng looked at his gaze and suddenly felt a burst of laughter.

The toothless third prince was not yet old enough to be questioned by his father. He was originally standing aside in a silence, but later he was waved by the King of Yan. The King of Yan took him to sit on the ground with great carelessness, grabbed a few grass stems and weaved a grass grasshopper. Has the children in the palace been seeing such a country wild area? The third prince's eyes were straightened and he looked at it foolishly. After a while, the little thing was holding a grass grasshopper in his left hand and a grass grasshopper in his right hand, so happy that he didn't even bother to hide his lack of front teeth.

Li Feng: "...I'm losing my ambition, what's the point of saying?"

He glared at Changgeng with a stern face and sent away the two reluctant children. Li Feng saw the third prince tiptoed and stuffed a cucumber into the prince's hand. The prince took the empty hand of his hand. The eldest child led the child, looking like a pair of ordinary brothers.

The prince is gentle and like his grandfather.

Li Feng was rarely moved. When he turned to Chang Geng, his expression became softer and asked, "After so long, do you still don't want to get married?"

Chang Geng's smile was immediately faded.

Seeing that he didn't like to mention this, Li Feng sighed and said, "Or brother, let's adopt a child from the clan. When you get older in the future, you must always have a filial piety to take care of yourself."

Chang Geng paused and twisted his hands. It seemed that grass juice was still left on his fingers. He looked at the direction where the third prince left, and his expression seemed to be quite intentional. However, after a while, he still did not nod.

Chang Geng: "Thank you, brother, no need."

"The child follows you and will inherit the title in the future. You don't have to have a merit, at least you will be a prince. There are many people who are willing to give it to you." Li Feng said, "You don't have to worry about taking away your children and damaging your good deeds."

Chang Geng suddenly bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I am willing to follow Shang Jun, but I have no intention of dragging my children and grandchildren."

Li Feng's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned around and looked at him silently.

Chang Geng bent over and refused to get up. He looked young and powerful, but he was lonely and desolate.

I am willing to follow Shang Jun - to use any means to reform and reform, be hated and despised by the world, and to break into the market... and become the cinder that has been burned vigorously in this era.

All the eunuchs were sent away from afar that day, and no one knew what the Li brothers said in the garden. From noon to darkness, King Yan left the palace by himself.

Only a few grasses that were pulled out and weaved with grass bugs were left, and they were still bald on their own.

The next day, Jiang Chong received an instruction from King Yan - not to let Anding Hou return to Beijing, you can avoid fighting, but you must let him stay in Liangjiang.

The rain in Jiangnan was a bit cruel. A few days ago [New     www.biqule.info] was so hot that people couldn't sleep. Suddenly, a storm changed the sky, and the moisture could penetrate into people's bones.

Mr. Ya wiped off the water vapor from his face, quickly climbed up the stairs, climbed to the top along the iron steps stretching out from the ugly and terrifying shell of the Western Sea monster. An old man with dazzling white hair was lying on something, his waist rising like a piece of burnt bamboo strips.

Mr. Ya coughed lightly: "Your Majesty, why don't you rest so late?"

"A man will be abandoned by sleep when he gets older," the pope waved his hand and said, "Come here and see this."

There is a "Secret Eye" at the top of the sea monster, not the kind of gadget that can be sandwiched on the bridge of the nose. It is more than three feet long and is made of copper. It has circles and traces of bamboo joints outside. It is firmly fixed to the ground with a triangle rack. There are circles and circles of complex scales on the copper cylinder, all of which are Western characters.

This is the real "six-mile eye", which can see a thousand miles apart.

Through this long tube, they can see the territory of Daliang on the other side from the sea monsters floating on the East China Sea.

In just a few years, the silent fertile soil opposite began to burn the immortal light in the night. The brightest and most concentrated one was the garrison's watchtower, and later it was much softer. It was many new factories working at night. The light of watching was not very hot, but it was distributed everywhere, like a handful of tiny stars.

Mr. Ya asked strangely: "What is Your Majesty looking at? Is there any abnormal movement of the enemy?"

"The enemy has been moving," the pope whispered, "the people in the Holy Land surrendered to their greed, and then expressed unrealistic expectations in peace talks. They lost the opportunity and had to retreat again and again. Now the command ship retreated to the sea. After a while, the people of Daliang may send troops to destroy the supply line we contacted with the country. I don't know how to end at that time."

Mr. Ya: "Isn't it considered the reason why we retreat to the coast? At that time, the Japanese archipelago can be used as a dedicated supply channel... We can walk from the outside seas. Although the Liang people imitated our fast mobile tiger shark dragon, the overall fleet design cannot adapt to long-sea combat."

"The Japanese are like a group of wild dogs. When you have the advantage, they will stick it up without hesitation to ask for rotten meat. Once you lose power, don't expect to get their loyalty." The Pope sighed softly, "Besides, is the conclusion that the Daliang naval army cannot adapt to the long-sea battles must be accurate? A few years ago, they didn't even have a decent naval army - how can they base their chances on the assumption of the weak enemy?"

Mr. Ya was silent for a moment: "But your Majesty, the Holy Envoy..."

"I'm asking you for this," the pope took out a letter from his arms, his hands trembling like fallen leaves in autumn, but his expression was extremely cold and hard, and he could not tell at all the gentleness and kindness he usually was. "From the country, look."

Mr. Ya quickly took it, and then his face changed: "This... is this true?"

The Pope lowered his voice and said, "The holy land has changed."

The Conservatives sat on the Liberal Party's bench and put the seesaw on a hemiplegia. They seconded tens of thousands of people from several affiliated countries to approach the holy land in the name of protest, created riots, deposed the king, executed more than 30 old nobles, including the first heir of the rank, and supported a little pitiful king who was a king who was a three thousand miles away.

A few days later, the royalists who realized it later rose to fight back. The new king was forced to step down after only wearing the crown for seven days.

The politics of the holy land is now extremely unclear, and anything can happen. The holy envoy who is loyal to the old king naturally loses his authority. The royalists are desperately trying to show goodwill to the old king that he has been neglecting for half his life, and will not cause trouble for them in a short period of time.

Mr. Ya has a very sharp mind and instantly figured out the joints.

The pope suddenly turned around and stared at him with a hawk-like eyes: "This is an opportunity, do you understand?"

Mr. Ya lowered his voice excitedly: "That holy envoy..."

The Pope nodded slightly, and said humbly and coldly: "He is no longer a holy envoy."

Mr. Ya took a deep breath and clenched his fists under his sleeves: "I'll go and prepare now."

"Jacques," the pope's old hands were placed in his sleeves, standing in front of the night wind, "If we lose this opportunity, it may never be difficult to step on this land again, it has woken up."

Mr. Ya looked back at the distant shore, recalling the lights he had just seen, his heart trembled and he hurriedly left.

When the Liang people were ignorant, a storm-like "rebellion" broke out within the Western Army.

From the Holy Envoy receiving the news from the Holy Land to his sudden escape, there was only less than one stick of incense apart. It was a pity that he didn't know that his news had been intercepted, and it was too late. From the time he led the remnants of his troops to the secret arrest of the Pope's personal guards who were waiting for the rabbit, there was still only less than one stick of incense apart.

The Holy Envoy and others were shot dead by Mr. Ya on the spot. Then they arranged a sailing ship to retreat successfully, and hid the news of civil strife in the holy land. In the calm Western military port, ordinary soldiers were still patrolling routinely. They only knew that the Holy Envoy was summoned back to the holy land, and there was only one boss in the future.

The Pope did not change his weak attitude towards peace talks with the Daliang people, and on the surface he still retreated little by little until the autumnal equinox of the ninth year of Long'an-
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