Su Ziyu, the son of Xiguanhou's military advisor, was twenty years old, not much older than Qin Hua. Five years ago, his lungs were injured by a stray arrow. Although his life was saved, he was left with a cough, which was particularly uncomfortable in winter.
Su Ziyu coughed violently, and blood rushed to his face. His originally pale face became rosy, making him look like a living person.
He is very good-looking. Even though he has lost a lot of weight, his appearance is still good-looking, with regular facial features and delicate eyebrows.
His body is fragile and his complexion is pale, but he still has a clean and innocent scholarly spirit.
Fragile, but unyielding.
It's not like Wang Jingzhi who came out of the world to be an immortal and is not like a mortal, but a real breeze in the world, not impatient, not impatient, kind and resourceful, and has his own character.
It is also because of his existence that Qin Hua doesn't hate literati so much.
It is not the scholars who are wrong, but those who are greedy and blind in heart after reading.
Qin Hua is not a gentle person, but she is familiar with Su Ziyu and knows that he is not forceful and the tapping is very measured. She uses the inner force under her palms to sort out his meridians and relieve his pain.
Su Ziyu immediately felt better and smiled slightly: "You have been away from Shendu for three years. I thought I would never see you again before you died. Fortunately..."
Qin Hua interrupted him: "Don't keep saying these unlucky things. If you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune in the future. Your injury is just an injury, not a terminal illness. Just stop torturing yourself."
Qin Hua and Su Ziyu are considered close friends, so they don't put much thought into talking.
Su Ziyu is not a disease, but a hidden disease left by the wound. She has not taken good care of it in the first place, and she loves to worry, so she makes herself weak.
"Ahem." Su Ziyu smiled lightly, as if the lake surface was illuminated by the sun and the breeze blew slowly in winter: "Why didn't you say that the disaster will last for thousands of years?"
Qin Hua sneered: "Who can you harm?"
It's not that she looks down on him, but that disasters require skill. Growing up like a prince and acting like a prince are the real disasters.
In comparison, Su Ziyu is as clean and fragile as the white hibiscus in the lake.
Su Ziyu was not annoyed by Qin Hua's naked contempt. He just looked at her with a smile and poured tea for her with his own hands.
"I've been to God's Capital for three years, but I'm still used to it?"
Habit? Thinking of the past three years, Qin Hua pursed her lips, feeling so sad and helpless that she could only sigh: "It's okay not to mention it."
Su Ziyu's eyes darkened. He had actually inquired about her in the past three years. It wasn't particularly bad, but it couldn't be called good either.
The eagle soaring in the sky is trapped in a cage. It no longer has to fight bloody battles and hunt desperately, but the feeling must be torture, and life would be worse than death.
"How long will you stay when you come back this time?" Are you not leaving? What I really want to ask cannot be asked because I know it is impossible.
"I don't know, it depends on the situation, but I should be able to stay for a while."
Although she hasn't met her family yet, seeing her friends still puts Qin Hua in a good mood. She is reminiscing about old times and is not in a hurry to talk about business.
After two cups of tea, Su Ziyu mentioned the purpose of this time: "Well, Chen Xu has some skills and has found some clues. When the young marquis learned that you were coming, he specially sent me to fight with you. What happened this time?
The Marquis of Xiguan cannot be involved."
Chen Xu is the name of the king of Nanzhou County, and the young marquis is Yan Lei, the grandson of the Yan family of the Marquis of Xiguan.
Yan Lei and Qin Hua had killed enemies together and were considered close friends of life and death, so he dared to cause trouble with Qin Hua.
Qin Hua nodded: "I understand, let him kill the people who deserve to be killed. Now is not the time to be soft-hearted. I will take over the rest."
Su Ziyu handed over a piece of paper filled with words: "This is all the previous arrangements."
After Qin Hua carefully read the paper and threw the paper into the brazier, he continued: "It has not been a year or two since Li Lin and Chen Xu colluded to make money. The amount of money embezzled is huge, but where did so much money go?
Can’t find it.”
Li Lin was the governor of Nanzhou who was discovered after a long time of death.
"At the Ministry of Household Affairs, Nanzhou reported disasters, and the tax revenue sent to it was less than 70%. Instead, it used various reasons to ask the court to order allocations every year. It is such an obvious anomaly, but the higher-ups seemed not to notice it at all. Obviously Nanzhou
There should be a bigger backer behind the state and county king."
"That money is the blood and sweat of the people and the life money of the soldiers. We can't just forget it, but we can't let the court know, otherwise it will just jump from one pocket to another, which will be a waste of work.
Already."
Qin Hua nodded: "That's right."
Needless to say, there is corruption in the DPRK. It is impossible for them to go to such trouble and make such a big deal, only for the money to end up in someone else's pocket.
Not to mention others, if Emperor Xuan knew that he had such a large sum of money, he would be jealous and put it into his arms.
But the money was obtained with the lives of the common people and soldiers, and even Emperor Xuan did not deserve it.
"Look, there are traces of geese passing by, and there are traces of ants passing by. So much money cannot disappear out of thin air."
No matter who eats it, she has to spit it out.
"Cough cough cough..."
Su Ziyu coughed again, not as heartbreaking as coughing out her lungs, but it was still heart-wrenching to hear.
Qin Hua frowned: "It's very cold now, so don't go out and walk around much. Since Chen Xu has suspicions, you shouldn't stay here in Nanzhou."
Su Ziyu wiped away the tears that overflowed due to violent coughing with a handkerchief, and waved her hands: "Don't worry, I won't die. Besides, I don't have anywhere to go now."
"You should also have received the news. This year's cotton-padded clothes are of poor quality, weapons are not forged enough, and medicinal materials are not supplied. The Chirong, Hu, and Owl tribes have all fought four or five times. The number of casualties among soldiers this year is the same as in previous years.
times."
"The hateful thing is that they didn't die because they were inferior in skills or not brave enough. Most of them were defeated because of inferior weapons, and they froze to death because of poor cotton clothes. They managed to survive on the battlefield, but died of lack of medicine when they came back.
"
"Although Nanzhou is dangerous, it is better than watching them die in pain and wailing."
The grief and anger in Su Ziyu's eyes could not be more empathetic to Qin Hua.
In previous years, because the old Marquis was in command in the capital city, the Yan family's military pay and food were not greatly deducted. Unexpectedly, now they are so greedy that they don't even let the Yan family off.
"Find the money as soon as possible and end this situation this morning."
This is why Qin Hua doesn't sympathize with those people.
The people will starve to death if they don't have food, but if the soldiers don't have food, they will not only die of starvation, but also lose their mountains and rivers. At that time, the people will face the enemy's butcher's knife, and they will not even have a chance to cry.
It is obvious that wars in the northwest are becoming more and more frequent, with casualties increasing by tens of thousands every year, but the eyes of the people in the imperial court are as if their eyes are covered with shit. Not only can they not see it, but they also argue that military expenditures are too high every year and try every means to deduct military pay.
She didn't know if it was for the sake of the country, but filling his own pockets had enriched many corrupt officials.
At this time, Qin Hua had to thank Mr. Jin. If she hadn't accidentally met Jin Yan, the situation of the Qin family would have been even worse than that of the Yan family.
Qin Hua drank the tea and stood up: "It's getting late. I have to go back. You should be careful. It's not convenient for me to be there, so don't contact me. If anything happens, I will send you a message."
"Okay." Su Ziyu looked at her, the suppressed emotions in his eyes slowly overflowing: "Qin Xiao, congratulations on your return."
Qin Hua looked at him, smiled, waved and left gracefully.
Looking at her disappearing back, Su Ziyu's face slowly turned into a smile: "That's great..."
This bone-chilling northwest desert finally has some warmth.