267 The Beginning of Destruction and Qingsi's Request
Under the deception and manipulation of Prime Minister Wang Zhaomin, everyone in the royal party enriched their own pockets, fought against dissenters, and harmed loyal people.
For a time, the officialdom of Daqian fell to an extreme level of corruption.
There were cases reported to the county and county yamen, which had been accumulated for three years, but none of them were resolved or promoted to court.
Since the appearance of the Royal Party, the troops on the four frontiers have not been fully paid for a month.
In the later period, the border troops were in arrears with pay for several years.
Moreover, the army's lieutenant generals were gradually replaced by royalists, who whipped sergeants and robbed them of military honors, resulting in frequent mutinies.
In the imperial court.
The Jinling family, a powerful family, has been suppressed by the imperial court for many years, and now it is leaderless and insignificant;
When faced with the royal party, officials from poor families are like a worm shaking a tree or a mantis trying to block a cart.
What is even more frightening is that the members of the royal party have no bottom line and never abide by any rules of power struggle.
They are a group of rogues, rogues with absolute backers.
No matter what method is used, it will not hurt or itch them, and once they catch them, they will directly confiscate their homes and exile them, confiscate their money and make them slaves, leaving no room for error.
This period is known in history as the "Rebellion of the Royal Party".
Some historians say that the defeat of Daqian was neither caused by the San Francisco nor the demon master Yan Fei, but actually caused by the rebellion of the royal party.
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Time passes.
The common people know it.
The Holy One was deceived by a demon master and a traitorous minister.
The country will be in chaos.
Fortunately, there are still some clean people such as Prince Zhao Lingfeng, who are trying their best to maintain the stability of Daqian.
But I'm afraid it's hard to survive alone.
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Three years later.
The thirty-seventh year of Qianyuan.
Yanbei Palace.
In front of the Wang Case of Zhenbei King, there is a series of farming documents about Beidi, Hetao and other places.
Three years.
There are tens of thousands of acres of fertile farmland in Beiditun, and there are piles of grain in the valley.
The Hetao land has also recovered from the war-torn land of the past, recreating the scenery of "Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall".
In Liaodong, the Zhenbei Army negotiated with the Orcs to arrange defense passes, but there was also self-produced food.
Nowadays, even without the food shipped from the south, the 350,000-strong Northern Army can be self-sufficient.
I put down the documents in my hand.
King Zhenbei was very satisfied with the results of farming over the years.
Correspondingly, Daqian in the south is a smoky mess.
Beside the king's case.
Qingsi is wearing a green shirt, and her face has completely recovered, but years of habit have made her still often wear a veil and hat.
"Qingsi, you are indispensable for the Northland's current prosperity."
"I am not good at policy reform. There are many places where you helped me make adjustments. The success of the camp this time is also thanks to your leadership and follow-up."
The young King of Zhenbei said, without any concealment of his admiration for Qingsi, "Although now you have the most number of staff members in the royal family, but I still want to reward you."
"...Do you have anything you want?"
Qingsi heard the words, stepped forward slightly, and spoke softly with her melodious voice——
"Qingsi, there is indeed something I want. The king had promised Qingsi many years ago."
Have you promised it many years ago?
Yan Wulu was confused for a moment.
But on the outside, he still maintained the dignity and calmness that King Zhenbei should have, and asked——
"What?"
"Qingsi wants to..."
While speaking, Qingsi stepped forward, half-knelt down, lifted the veil of her hat, and looked directly into Yan Wulu's eyes.
"Qingsi wants to marry the king!"
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A talk at the palace.
Qingsi's decisive and direct confession made King Zhenbei a little unbelievable.
King Zhenbei did not make an immediate decision, but asked Qingsi to step aside temporarily.
Qingsi walked alone on the corridor of the palace.
Her mind kept recalling the king's answer at that time——
"Qingsi, please...step back first."
"...The matter of marriage is of great importance. Please allow me to consider it and give you an answer tomorrow."
Qingsi didn't understand.
There were constant thoughts in her mind——
"Your Majesty...doesn't he want to regret his promise?"
Although, as the king of Zhenbei, it is indeed not right to marry him.
However, I have no requirement that she must be the real wife or princess.
Qingsi felt a little regretful.
I should have said a few more words to explain at that time, but now I am afraid that the king has misunderstood me.
If it really doesn't work, you can just take it step by step and slowly.
Qingsi shook her head slightly to dispel the thoughts in her mind.
She decided to talk to Yan Weiyu about this matter.
Yan Weiyu was the person she had the closest relationship with besides King Zhenbei. He was a woman, and he was an aunt and nephew to King Zhenbei. Maybe he could help her make up for it.
With her thoughts set, Qingsi immediately headed towards the mansion where Yan Weiyu lived.
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Inside the palace.
The king of Zhenbei stood in the study.
He was thinking about Qingsi's request today.
Faced with the embrace of such a top beauty, Yan Wulu certainly had no reason to refuse.
only……
What he is thinking about now is that after all, this kind of thing is someone else's lifelong event.
Moreover, the other party has been helping you for many years, so you should not take things lightly.
I should give Qingsi a rather impressive ceremony.
However, if it really comes down to it, except for the engagement and marriage between himself and Princess Zhao Lingrui, the other ladies all feel a little hasty and casual.
Yan Wulu felt a headache.
Although he has been in contact with vassal kings like Ping Xiwang who "become the groom every night" in recent years, he still doesn't know the other person's secrets...
When I was at my wits' end, a heroic female voice suddenly came -
"Your Majesty?"
"...What's wrong with you? You have a sad face."
A gust of fragrant wind hit him, and the visitor was already beside Yan Wulu, and his hands were placed on Yan Wulu's shoulders very casually.
Yan Wulu turned his head when he heard the sound, and happened to see Yan Weiyu next to him.
At that moment, Yan Weiyu's appearance really made his eyes light up.
Yan Weiyu has always been beautiful and heroic, but today is a little different.
Wearing a riding uniform, she outlines her impeccable body. Her double peaks are plump, round and straight, with graceful curves.
Wearing brocade boots, slender legs, a long sword hanging on his waist, and an ancient bow behind him.
She is truly a heroic figure and a heroine.
In this outfit, it was obvious that he had just returned from hunting at the Wang Family Hunting Ground.
No one understands it, but it is extremely random.
I didn't change my riding clothes either. I don't know whether it was because I was walking too fast or because my nature was so casual.
Yan Wulu was first attracted by her beauty and heroic spirit.
But soon, he came back to his senses, smiled gently and said——
"Little aunt, you and I don't need to call you the king anymore in private."
Yan Weiyu walked slightly in front of Yan Wulu.
She studied Yan Wulu's expression and eyes, and casually said with a joking tone: "Something's wrong."
"...You are hiding something on your mind right now."
Yan Weiyu's words seemed to penetrate people's hearts.
But when she was observing Yan Wulu, Yan Wulu was also looking at her.
Yan Wulu saw that in her eyes, while joking and talking, there was an inexplicable hint of sadness.
Yan Weiyu has been living in Yanbei during this period.
They galloped horses, hunted with flying eagles, and even circled a new hunting ground for the Wang family in the Yanbei forest with Princess Zhao Lingrui.
She is a free and easy-going person.
She had fun playing as she pleased.
Except for the day Yan Dong passed away, Yan Wulu had never seen such a sad look in her eyes.
"It's nothing, little aunt, don't worry."
Yan Wulu said, "...It's just that I encountered some hard-to-speak things."
"Is that so?"
Yan Weiyu let go of Yan Wulu with both hands.
She took off the ancient bow from her back and put it aside, and sat down opposite Wang An casually.
"Since it's hard to say, then I won't say it."
"...Come, drink with me!"
Yan Weiyu ordered heroically.
Immediately, she swept all the documents on Wang's case under the case with one hand, took out two large jars of Yanbei wine from the ring and placed them on Wang's case.
It seems that she wants to share the same case with Yan Wulu.
Faced with Yan Weiyu's slightly rude behavior, Yan Wulu just smiled softly.
It has to be said that Yan Weiyu's beauty, appearance, behavior and even every move and every move at this moment are all dancing on Yan Wulu's aesthetics.
"Little aunt, I am the King of the North, and I still have many affairs in the North that need to be dealt with..."
"Why, why don't you even give me face even if you have a drink?"
Yan Weiyu's words were a little domineering at first, but then suddenly he was extremely charming, "If it doesn't work, just think of it as me... and let you drink with me, what about it? Or, I can beg you."
"I don't dare. My aunt is speaking harshly."
"...Since my little aunt is so kind and it's hard to refuse, then it's better to be respectful than to obey."
While talking, Yan Wulu came directly to the opposite side of Yan Weiyu and sat down with him.
Yan Weiyu took off the seals of the two wine jars on his own.
Suddenly, a strong aroma of wine filled the entire palace.
"Huh, this is the best wine."
Yan Weiyu took a deep breath of the aroma of the wine and felt it was intoxicating. He was intoxicated for a moment.
She stretched out her right hand, as white as jade, and handed a large wine jar directly to the chest of Yan Wulu's python suit, "Drink!"
Yan Wulu took the wine jar with both hands, which was as big as a person's head.
While Yan Weiyu was speaking, he directly raised another large wine jar and raised his head to drink.
Under the light of the candlestick.
The crystal wine flowed down from a high place and went straight into Yan Weiyu's red lips.
The spilled wine slightly wetted the clothes around Yan Weiyu, but it only made him look more beautiful and bold.
The chest rises and falls, ready to breathe out.
Yan Wulu was a little stunned by this scene, but after reacting, he was naturally unwilling to be outdone and raised the altar to start drinking.
"Okay!" Yan Weiyu praised upon seeing this.
Although Yan Wulu rarely drank alcohol, his drinking capacity was extremely high, as if he could drink a thousand glasses without pouring it out.
And Yan Weiyu's jar of fine wine also bottomed out in an instant.
She then took out several more altars from the ring and placed them one by one on the large king's desk.
When Yan Wulu saw the other party bringing out so much wine, he lamented that the Zhenbei King case was almost turning into a wine case.
"Come again!"
Yan Weiyu raised another jar of wine and pointed it at Yan Wulu.
Yan Wulu thought, "Sacrifice your life to accompany a gentleman...accompany a beauty", so he also picked up the wine jar.
"Bump."
The jars of wine collide and the wine enters the belly.
After three rounds of drinking.
I saw no fewer than twenty wine jars lying crooked to the ground around the royal case in the main hall.
"It's been a long, long time since I drank so indulgently. It's so comfortable."
As Yan Weiyu spoke, his delicate cheeks turned red.
She seemed a little drunk.
"Little aunt, you are drunk." Yan Wulu remained sober, even though he drank the same amount of wine.
"Am I drunk?"
Yan Weiyu was a little unaware.
She suddenly smiled and said, "In the past, it was impossible for me to get drunk with this amount of wine."
Yan Wulu did not respond.
His eyes glanced at the ancient bow that Yan Weiyu had put aside before. It was a hunting bow.
Look at Yan Weiyu's outfit again.
"Auntie went hunting today?"
"yes."
Yan Weiyu affirmed, and she extended three fingers, "...I shot four wild deer and one wild boar in the hunting ground today!"
"...As for hares, pheasants, etc., haha, there are countless more!"
"...It's a pity that I didn't meet a tiger, otherwise...hehe."
The fingers are like white jade, exuding a unique crystal luster, making people want to take a bite.
Yan Weiyu's words were obviously confused, and the number of fingers did not match the number of hunts at all.
Yan Wulu praised Yan Weiyu.
But these cannot cover up the sad look in Yan Weiyu's eyes since he entered the palace.
She suddenly put down the wine jar and said decadently——
"But time flies so fast."
"...Drinking is not as good as before, and hunting is the same. I seem to be old."
When Yan Wulu heard this, he immediately responded: "What are you talking about, little aunt? You are at your most beautiful and magnificent time now."
Yan Weiyu's face turned red, his eyes were hazy, and he asked——
"I am almost thirty-one this year, am I still not old?"
Yan Wulu was extremely puzzled when he heard this.
He analyzed it rationally and with integrity——
"Little aunt, you are a warrior, a powerful eighth-level Dzogchen warrior. In recent years, you have a faint tendency to break through to the ninth-level warrior."
"... Thirty-one years old, to you, is just like the twenty-eight years of a mortal's life. It's just the right time to bloom."
Yan Weiyu didn't want to hear this. She smiled helplessly and said, "My nephew's mouth... is really good at talking."
While speaking, Yan Weiyu let out a long sigh.
She changed the topic and said——
"I'm here to tell you some news."
"Oh?" Yan Wulu was a little curious, "What's the news? I need my little aunt to make a special trip."
"I'm getting married." Yan Weiyu responded directly.
When Yan Wulu heard this, his expression suddenly changed slightly.
"Married?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with you?"
Yan Weiyu looked at the other party carefully, and asked at the right time: "... Your complexion seems a bit ugly. Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No...it's okay." Yan Wulu said reluctantly.
"...I remember, little aunt, didn't you say you would never marry?"
Yan Weiyu smiled softly, feeling drunk, "That was before. People will always change."
"Yes, too."
Yan Wulu answered silently, "...So, do you need anything? Do you want to get married as a princess?"
"I don't need anything. As long as I can marry him, I will be satisfied."
