Yang Lue stood in the yard, with Nan He beside him.
"Lang Jun agreed to rebel, no, he wanted to rebel." Nan He couldn't hide his joy, "General, when can we return to the Tang Dynasty?"
Yang Lue clenched his right fist and said, "Wait until Lang Jun ascends the mountain and calls out."
Nan He raised his head and stretched out his hand.
Hayabusa fell from the sky like lightning and grabbed his arm wrapped in animal skin.
He took off the small tube, opened it, took out the note and handed it to Yang Lue.
After Nan He settled the Falcon, he came back and saw Yang Lue, who was unusually stunned, and asked: "General, is this inappropriate?"
"No." Yang Lue said, "Lang Jun has become a bad handsome man."
"So fast?" Nan He couldn't help but feel happy, "But who did you ask for help...Wang?"
"Lang Jun broke the trap of the Southern Zhou spy and was promoted."
Yang Lue turned around, "Zhou Yan, the deputy general of the Jinwu Guards, failed in his attempt to seize the credit, so he sent out sergeants to investigate Chang'an City. As a result... Lang Jun led the Imperial Academy to set up an ambush, killed more than thirty spies at the north gate, and intercepted a large amount of gold and silver."
Nan He was startled, "This..." He immediately became happy and actually jumped a little. Then he felt a little childish and glanced at Yang Lue in embarrassment.
"General..."
He had never seen Yang Lue weak, but at this moment, this tough general had tears in his eyes.
Yang Lue knelt down towards Chang'an, kowtow, kowtow, kowtow...
"Your Majesty, I... live up to your trust!"
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The magnificent palace makes people not feel depressed. When you stand outside the palace, a majestic feeling arises spontaneously.
Han Shitou stood respectfully behind the emperor and whispered: "Yancheng's family carried the coffin back to their hometown today, and He Huan of the He family is still lying on the bed... The bad guys from Wannian County teamed up with the Imperial College to intercept and kill Nan at the north gate.
We worked closely with spies, killed more than thirty people, and intercepted a large amount of gold and silver."
The emperor put his hands behind his hands and looked at the palace, and said calmly: "He Huan? Yang's dog bites people very sharply."
Han Shitou lowered his head slightly and looked at his toes.
"Spies from the Southern Zhou Dynasty come to Chang'an every year... Judging from this, there may be more than one place to hide the treasure. They must have succeeded in the past."
The emperor's voice was a little careless, as if those belongings were just a bunch of copper coins.
"Yes, Yang Xuan, the bad handsome man from Wannian County..."
Han Shitou's report was interrupted by the emperor's snort.
"Do you have the fruit that your concubine mentioned last time?"
Han Shitou responded, "I sent someone to ask, yes, but it's in the south. It's too far and I'm afraid it might be damaged on the way."
The emperor snorted softly, "Is the inn just a decoration?"
Post stations in the Tang Dynasty were located all over the traffic arteries, and horses were kept at each station to provide transfer services for messengers. News from thousands of miles away could be quickly transmitted to Chang'an. However, there was no precedent for using inns to deliver fruits.
Han Shitou couldn't help but be stunned, and then responded, "Yes, I will go and talk to the Ministry of War later."
"The Ministry of War...Song Zhen is a strong general, a strong general, but he is also stubborn. He is the descendant of Song Zhen."
"yes."
A waiter trotted over.
"His Majesty."
The emperor asked: "But is there something wrong with the noble concubine?"
The chamberlain stood with his hands tied, "The imperial concubine said that the weather is a bit hot today and she is worried that Your Majesty will be exposed to the sun."
The emperor laughed, "Hahahaha!"
After laughing, the emperor nodded, "Go and see what the noble concubine is doing!"
Han Shitou said softly: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince is here."
The emperor frowned slightly, turned around, and saw several servants approaching Prince Li Jing slowly.
Li Jing is slightly chubby and always has a spring-like smile on his face.
Stepping forward to salute, Li Jing said, "Aye looks much more energetic today."
——Aye: Father.
The emperor nodded slightly, looked at him, and asked casually: "What have you been busy with recently?"
Li Jing smiled, "I recently discussed knowledge with several great scholars at home. Fortunately, I was reminded by someone today, otherwise I would have almost forgotten to come to greet Aye."
Han Shitou glanced at the prince.
This statement implies that I have been obsessed with learning recently and cannot extricate myself.
The emperor hummed and said calmly: "Knowledge cannot be wasted in a day. If you have any questions, you can go to the Imperial College and ask for advice. Ning Yayun... I remember that she is an elegant person."
The prince slapped his forehead and said happily: "Aye, I have forgotten it. There is quite a lot of enlightening knowledge in metaphysics. I will go and have a look tomorrow. Thank you Aye for reminding me..."
The emperor turned around and said, "Go to the imperial concubine."
"Yes." A chamberlain opened the way ahead, and Han Shitou followed, glancing at the prince inadvertently.
The prince smiled so happily, with gratitude and admiration coexisting in his eyes.
But Concubine Liang, who was much favored by the emperor, was the concubine of the prince when he was presenting himself to the king.
Han Shitou turned around and saw a touch of green.
The prince lowered his head and still smiled.
His smile lasted all the way to the East Palace.
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"Is everything okay?"
Yancheng's old wife Zhang turned around and asked.
Two sons, two daughters-in-law, and five grandchildren were all standing beside the carriage.
On the carriage was a thin coffin.
The eldest son said: "Mom, it's ready."
Mrs. Zhang walked to the coffin and stroked it gently. After a long time, she whispered: "Let's go, I will accompany you home."
The gate opened and the carriage slowly came out.
The alley was empty, and under the sunshine, even the moss on the wall seemed to have a little more nostalgia.
Several grandchildren followed their mother behind, and two sons each guarded the coffin.
The carriage rumbled and the family's footsteps sounded very softly.
The carriage left the alley.
The eldest son came over and said, "Mom, please get on the shaft of the car and sit down."
"You, Aye, like to take a walk in the village after dinner. Looking at the smoke and people, you feel that this is happiness." Mrs. Zhang shook her head, "I went up, fearing that it would block his view."
A woman walked forward. She looked up and saw the family. She was stunned at first, and then shouted at the top of her lungs.
"Mr. Yan is going home."
The whole family was stunned, and the eldest daughter-in-law was a little panicked, "Where's Aye's portrait? Take it out quickly and say it's to help the spirit go home, hurry up..."
She looked for the portrait in a panic...
Footsteps came quickly from all directions, then slowed down.
As if he was afraid of waking up something.
A man came out of the alley on the side, followed by people one after another.
Many people gradually poured out of the surrounding area, forming a large, dark area.
The crowd came slowly and silently.
The eldest daughter-in-law raised a piece of drawing paper in panic and shouted: "We are just going back to our hometown..."
The front was too crowded and many people were blocked in the alley.
"It's said that someone broke down the door of Yan's house at night. Look how frightened the family was."
In front, Yang Xuan listened silently.
Diagonally across the alley, Zhao Sanfu was also listening.
"Gong Yan left a suicide note and mentioned a few things... First, farmers who have lost their land can be exempted from paying taxes for five years..."
Land annexation has become more and more serious, and the population is increasing day by day, so that there is not enough land. More and more people have lost their land and become abject poverty. But even so, they still have to pay taxes. Therefore, more and more people are fleeing their households.
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What is a fugitive household? A household that has lost its land and cannot bear the heavy taxation, and then flees without a trace.
"Second, allow businesses to do business..."
Although many of the walls of the workshop have been torn down and many businesses have emerged in the workshop, according to the laws of the Tang Dynasty, doing business in the workshop is against the law. Those subordinate officials and evil young men love to use this reason to blackmail those who do business in the workshop.
If they don't pay, they will go to two counties to file a complaint.
"Third, reduce or reduce taxes on coarse cloth."
Who uses coarse cloth? The common people. If the tax on coarse cloth is reduced or reduced, it will be cheaper for the common people to buy clothes.
These three suggestions may seem very simple, but they all consider the people.
"A royal censor knelt down outside the palace gate, kowtowed and bleeds, and begged your majesty and the court to follow suit...success."
"This is the Tang Dynasty!" The old man choked from behind, "No matter when, someone will always stand up and speak for us."
At this time, Yan Cheng's eldest daughter-in-law got on the carriage, held up the drawing paper, and shouted: "We are just going home..."
On the drawing paper, Yan Cheng looked at these people with a slight frown, as if he hated them for not fighting, but also seemed to pity their hardship.
"Mr. Yan!"
An old man knelt down.
Yang Xuan patted his chest heavily and lowered his head.
This is the etiquette in the military for seeing off fellow soldiers.
Diagonally opposite, Zhao Sanfu clasped his hands together and raised them high.
The dense crowd slowly knelt down.
"Mr. Yan, have a good trip!"
The sound was like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Mrs. Zhang's body swayed, she turned around and patted the coffin, crying and saying: "They remember you, they still remember you!"