Xia Xun saluted and said: "It turns out that he is a disciple of the Peng family of Wuhu Duanmen Dao. I have admired him for a long time, I have admired him for a long time!"
"How long is long admiration?"
"Uh..., six or seven hundred years, does it count as a long time...?"
Peng Ziqi turned his head angrily and said to Feng Xihui: "Three months?"
Feng Jianxiao smiled brightly and said: "Three months!"
"good!"
Peng Ziqi nodded, turned and walked to the side, sat down on the chair with all his might, closed his eyes and said nothing.
Xia Xun asked in surprise: "What three months?"
Feng Jianxiao smiled and said: "From today on, Mr. Peng will be your personal bodyguard for a period of three months. Of course, if the murderer is caught in advance, Mr. Peng can leave early. Mr. Peng has taken great pains for the safety of the young master.
Oh, I still have something to tell the young master, can I talk to the young master in his study?"
"Oh, please, please come this way." Xia Xun was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly waved his hands to let the guest go, and led Feng Xihui into the small study next to him.
There is a desk and chair of golden nanmu, the four treasures of the study are placed on the table, and a sketch of orchid zhi is hung on the wall. The study room is quiet and elegant. Xiaodi obediently brings tea in, using the fine Yuan blue and white porcelain fired in Jingdezhen, and then
Quietly exited and closed the door for them.
As soon as the door of the room was closed, Xia Xun immediately left the main seat, sat opposite Feng Xihui, and said respectfully: "What orders do you have, sir?"
Feng Xihui's face became serious, and he leaned forward slightly and asked, "Are you ready for the gifts for King Qi's birthday?"
Xia Xun didn't expect that he was asking this question. He felt relieved and replied: "Not yet. I plan to go to the market tomorrow to find some suitable birthday gifts."
Feng Xihui didn't quite believe in his vision, but he couldn't make any good suggestions since he didn't see anything, so he said: "Well, you can ask Manager Xiao about these things, or you can just bring him along. He comes from a wealthy family.
As a steward, your vision in this area is indispensable."
Xia Xun nodded, and Feng Xihui added: "Two-thirds of the funds for the construction of Prince Qi's Mansion were allocated by the Ministry of Household Affairs. However, the Ministry of Household Affairs has some difficulties with its turnover this year, so this funding has to be temporarily stopped. King Qi will hear about it soon.
This news, given King Qi's temperament, will never give up and make the world laugh. If he wants to make money, he will probably find it on you."
Xia Xun said with emotion: "Building the palace costs a lot of money, how should I... deal with it?"
Feng Xihui smiled and said: "I have three methods here. Together, they can help King Qi quickly accumulate huge financial resources. You can also take this a step further and become a confidant who relies on King Qi's arm to help you with the investigation.
Things are very favorable."
Xia Xun said hurriedly: "Sir, please speak."
Feng Xihui said: "Is this the first method? The imperial court allowed King Qi to choose a site to rebuild the palace, but did not delineate a specific scope. This is what can be used. You can propose a plan to King Qi and ask King Qi to expand the new location of the palace.
In this case, hundreds of nearby residents will need to move away from the original location. The new location of the palace was originally chosen to be in Qingzhou, where the wealthy gentry and wealthy businessmen gather. Each family's residence has been skillfully and carefully decorated, and I don't know how much money has been spent on it.
No one will want to leave their hard work and wealth, so what should we do? Let’s spend money to eliminate disasters. People within the enclosure can spend money to redeem their mansions.”
Xia Xun thought to himself: "This move is too immoral. The King of Qi has become extremely stinky in Qingzhou. Even if the gentry and common people dare not say it openly, they will secretly smash his spine."
Feng Xihui added: "The second plan is to ask the prince to use the royal family's privileges to sell cowhide, animal sinews, wrought iron, pig iron and other materials. These items are important materials restricted by the imperial court. Ordinary people have no access and dare not violate the prohibition of dealing in these items."
Things, so the benefits are huge. If the King of Qi uses his banner to traffic these goods, who in the inspection department along the checkpoints will dare to check what kind of goods are inside? Of course, if it is not convenient for large quantities of goods to enter and exit Qingzhou, you can let them
The prince used the excuse of local unrest to take over the city defense with three guardsmen and horses to facilitate passage. With just one move, he can make a lot of money."
He smiled slightly and encouraged: "Of course, you can also ride on King Qi's big ship and seek some benefits for yourself."
Xia Xun was secretly surprised: "The reason why these materials are controlled by the imperial court is because these materials are both civilian materials and important military materials. They can be transformed into armor, crossbows and weapons at any time. Feng Xihui did this..."
Feng Xihui didn't allow him to think too much, and said: "The third point is mining. Gold and silver mines are huge profits, but the people don't dare to mine them. If the King of Qi is willing to come forward, there will be no need for him to pay a penny, and there must be wealthy gentry who are willing.
By cooperating with each other, the prince can make a lot of money by just sitting on the shares. These three strategies can not only solve the needs of King Qi to build the palace, but also continuously provide financial resources for King Qi.
Of course, for the sake of confidentiality and safety, the mining needs to be watched by manpower. It will be very difficult for King Qi's three guards to leave Qingzhou. At that time, you can also take the opportunity to persuade King Qi to recruit some people and establish a guard.
Mine armed forces..."
Mr. Feng Qi smiled slyly and did not say anything more clearly.
Mining? Shandong has had gold mining since the Warring States Period. It was especially prosperous during the Song Dynasty. It started from Jiaodong in the north and ended at Yimeng in the south. There were both government and private enterprises. The annual gold mining volume reached 60,000 taels of gold at its peak. And the Linqu area under the jurisdiction of Qingzhou
, it is an area rich in minerals such as gold, silver, copper and iron. However, in the Ming Dynasty, the control of gold and silver mines was strict and private purchases were not allowed. But now Feng Xihui’s plan..."
Xia Xun hesitated for a moment and said: "Sir, the method you mentioned will either arouse public resentment or violate the national law. Will Prince Qi obey it? If the prince is angry, I will worry..."
Feng Xihui smiled and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, if you don't know King Qi's character, how could I let you offer him this way? Just do it."
Xia Xun said again: "Sir, we are ordered to investigate and arrest those who conspired and rebelled. If we propose such a method, once the court investigates..."
Feng Xihui's eyes sharpened, then turned into a warm smile: "Haha, so you are worried about this, blame me for not making it clear. This first method will indeed arouse public resentment, but if you don't use this method, those who react will
How can a thief treat you as a fellow traveler and draw you into his gang? This is just a trick.
As for the second and third methods, you don’t have to worry. The court cannot allocate the cost of building the palace now, so Prince Qi can raise it himself. This is the same as the government-run gold mines, government-run pig iron and wrought iron, animal sinews and cowhide, and then the profit tax
What's the difference between the tax being handed over to the court and the court allocating it to the King of Qi to build a palace? It just saves a formality. These are all agreed by the emperor. Compared with investigating the serious crime of rebellion, these things are nothing.
We are just creating opportunities to expose the rebel party. All of the above are just to get you to attract the attention of the rebel party. They think you can take advantage of it, so they will recruit you into the gang, so that we can find out their details.
The imperial court is setting up a big scheme, and you don't need to know the details."
"……yes."
Feng Xihui took a sip of tea, then gave instructions on the details and the answers to questions that King Qi might ask, and asked, "Have you written them all down?"
Xia Xun nodded and said: "Yes, I have already written it down."
Feng Xihui raised his cup and took a sip of tea. He stood up and said with a slight smile: "Okay, then I'll go back. The day after tomorrow is King Qi's birthday, so you have to prepare early."
When the two returned to the living room, Mr. Peng still maintained the same posture as he had just sat down, without changing at all. Xiaodi was walking around him, looking at his person and his knife curiously.
Xia Xun sent Feng Jianxiao away and returned to the living room to look at the handsome Mr. Peng. He temporarily put aside all his worries and smiled at him: "Young Master, we are meeting for the first time today. I asked the kitchen to prepare the table."
At the banquet, how about we drink and chat and let me show my friendship as a landlord for a while?"
Peng Ziqi stood up, held the knife in his arms, walked to the side with two slender thighs, raised his chin, squinted at the non-existent sky in the hall, and said lightly: "I am only responsible for three months.
I don’t want you to be slaughtered. When the time comes, we can go our separate ways. I, Peng Ziqi, and you, Yang Wenxuan, will not have anything to do with each other. We didn’t have anything to do with it before, and we won’t have it in the future, so you don’t need to get close to me!”
Xia Xun looked at his raised head, and his eyes slid down to the long and elegant neck like a swan. His neck was slender and white, and his throat was smooth and without protrusions. Xia Xun's eyes were slightly surprised, and then he smiled:
"Young Master refuses people thousands of miles away, does he seem to have any prejudice against me? Speaking of which, this is the first time I have met Young Master. I must not have offended Young Master. Could it be that Young Master is so angry because of... this
Have you been feeling a little uncomfortable for a few days?"
Mr. Peng obviously didn't understand Xia Xun's bad taste. He still looked up at the 45-degree angle arrogantly, looking at the non-existent sky, and said with undisguised disgust: "As soon as I see you, I will
It will be very uncomfortable.”
"Am I your aunt?" Xia Xun muttered in his throat.
This was the first time Yang Wenxuan had stayed in the place where he lived since Xia Xun arrived. On the night he came back, for safety reasons, Zhang Shisan arranged for him to live in another room. The next day, Zhang Shisan was "assassinated"
"Death", the nervous Manager Xiao was worried and arranged for him to be placed elsewhere. Today, he, the master of the Yang family, finally officially returned to his room.
It goes without saying that the residence of Mr. Yang, who always likes to enjoy himself, is splendid and prosperous. The room is also divided into an inner room and an outer room. The outer room is separated from the inner room by a screen. The outer room is where Xia Xun gets up and moves around. Occasionally, he can meet private guests.
, but now the outer room has been transformed into another bedroom, with a large bed placed next to the wall and covered with a brand new mattress.
Xia Xun said with a smile: "It would be a bit shabby to temporarily use this place as a dormitory, which would be a shame for Mr. Peng."
Ten feet away from the bed, Mr. Peng sat on a pillar with his knife across his knees, his back straight, as if he was nothing but the air, and still said nothing.
Xiaodi interjected enviously: "Brother Peng, your waist is thinner than mine. Can you wield such a wide and fierce sword? Why don't you use a sword? Look at the sword on the wall. That's my family's sword."
It belongs to the young master. When my young master puts on the sword, he wears a long sword in a blue shirt and looks particularly good-looking."
Peng Ziqi looked at her, his cold face softened, and replied: "The purpose of weapons is to kill people, not to look at them. Swords are a gentleman's weapon. They are light to carry and look elegant when worn. Therefore, those who wear swords are mostly scholars.
."
She glanced at Xia Xun again, and said sarcastically: "But the scholars don't touch the spring water with their fingers, and they only read the books of the sages. Most of them are men who have no strength to tie the chicken. They carry swords, but they are just arty and act as
The facade may be used to attract bees and butterflies, or to attract flowers and grass. It is just a decoration and should not be taken seriously. The sword is the tyrant among soldiers. It walks in the world and is the most domineering. When it comes to killing people, the knife is much sharper than the sword, so
I use a knife."
Xia Xun coughed and took over the conversation and said: "Xiao Di, in fact, being a gentleman among soldiers and being a tyrant among soldiers are all high-sounding words. The Peng family's ancestors passed down sword skills. What can you do if you don't let her use a sword?"
Woolen cloth?"
Peng Ziqi leaned forward slightly, like a leopard that could leap up at any time, his beautiful big eyes narrowed dangerously: "You hold the sword, I am empty-handed, within three moves, I will knock you over."
Do you want to try it here?"
Xia Xun immediately took Xiaodi's hand and said with a sweet smile: "Let's go and give the young master a leg massage." Ever since he tasted Xiaodi's massage skills, Xia Xun fell in love with those little pink fists.
Peng Ziqi glared at him fiercely and cursed secretly: "Pervert!"
Xia Xun was lying on the couch, squinting his eyes slightly, seeming to be enjoying Xiao Huo's service very comfortably, but thoughts were racing in his mind.
How does an ambitious general maintain his power?
Raise bandits!
How do weapons powers sell their weapons?
Create local unrest.
How can the CIA get more funding when its funding has been massively cut?
Concocting the theory of a threat from a certain country.
Combining all the information he had obtained and combining ancient and modern experiences, he had reached a conclusion and captured the true purpose of the Jinyiwei: they were saving themselves.
They were born for violence. If the world is peaceful, there is no place for them to use them. Zhu Yuanzhang believed that the world was already peaceful. The horses were released to Nanshan, the swords and guns were stored in the warehouse. Jin Yiwei's sharp knife was about to get rusty, so Jin Yiwei was about to create a rebellion.
, let the emperor feel the threat again, and feel that Jin Yiwei, the hawk with eyes and ears, is still of great use. Only in this way can Jin Yiwei have a chance to see the light of day again.
This is playing with fire!
Xia Xun now wants status, status, money, and people. When he lies down here, there is a cute little loli waiting beside him. He has no interest in accompanying these desperate people.
Jin Yiwei went to play with fire.
The little loli spoke: "Open your mouth!"
Xia Xun obediently opened his mouth, picked up a peeled lychee with two green fingers and handed it to his mouth. Xia Xun closed his mouth and continued to think about the problem. Xiaodi sucked the fingers full of sweet juice,
Continue to peel off a lychee, and the two of them will get what they want.
The plan to get rid of Feng Xihui must be put on the agenda immediately. Originally, Xia Xun wanted to find the most appropriate opportunity to take action, but now it seems that he can no longer wait, otherwise he will have to act as the king of Qi under Feng Xihui's coercion.
The leader who leads the way to the guillotine. Once you are stuck in the quagmire, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky to get out...
In the outer room, Miss Peng couldn't stand or sit. She just felt awkward all over. Her ears always wanted to hear some ambiguous movements in the room. Finally, she took off her boots and went to the couch to sit cross-legged and sit in meditation. She just felt a little calmer.
Suddenly there was a squeaking sound of the bed shaking, Miss Peng's face turned red, and she sat up with a murderous look...