Lord of Time!

Chapter 209 Killing Hu Juntian, Planting Lotus in the Fire
"Looking at Xijing, weeping blood soul,
The fire contains lotus and green waves;
Kill Hu Ling, Tian Dijun,

Yibo Yuntian Kai Taiping. "

The indistinct childish voice came to his ears, Chen Ping opened the window and looked out, and saw a few children kicking their feet and singing songs intermittently in Wenyuan Mansion near the lake with green willows.

At this time, more than a month has passed since Wen Yuangu killed Hu Qi one hundred thousand in one battle.

The dilapidated and scorched Wenyuan City once again glowed with vitality.

Among them, it was not only because Chen Ping personally took charge of the city, but also because most of the refugees who fled from the north chose to settle in one of the nine counties in Wenyuan Mansion.

As the saying goes, white paper is good for painting.

After the ravages of Hu Qi in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the cities of Wenyuan Mansion are not only a piece of blank paper, but also, they can draw on good rice paper as they like.

There are no constraints, and no foreign enemies, only various buildings and shops in the city and fertile land hundreds of miles outside the city, making people understand that this is actually a good place to live and recuperate.

The people who returned to their hometowns, as well as the newly joined poor refugees, after Chen Ping implemented the new policy in the Xingqing government model and started resettlement operations, their first reaction was not pain or sadness, but disbelief.

"This land will be distributed to us, and the rent will be paid according to the land, and no tax will be added..."

"What should Master Zhao do when he comes back?"

"Is it true that only [-]% of the rent is paid? The wasteland opened only needs to pay [-]% of the rent, and it belongs to us forever?"

"Is it true?"

Every time at this time, someone would loudly tell about the beautiful scenes in Xingqing Mansion that are like heaven.

There is no oppression, no aristocratic family, no various kinds of taxes, and no restrictions on ordinary people doing business. It is even possible to move around from city to city, and only need to pay some small profits and taxes.

In addition, those who work in the government or the army will be exempted from some taxes, and can receive subsidies for meritorious service, and more land and houses.

"At this time, the spring sowing is already late. The prospect is very good, so good that people can't believe it, but what about the next few months?"

Not that no one expressed concern.

An old man asked with a trembling gray beard as he let go of his little girl who was hugging him tightly.

It's easy to understand those who escaped.

It's all the bitterness of being unable to survive in my hometown haha.

On the road, I encountered bandits and bandits, and the Hu people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty slaughtered at will. They lived a hundred times more miserable than the wild dogs in the wasteland. Where can they get enough food to satisfy their hunger?
The family members walked all the way and scattered all the way, and no one died, it was all luck.

"Old man, don't worry about this at all. His Royal Highness Prince Ping's most famous sentence is that no one can starve to death when he enters the cities and villages under his jurisdiction.

It doesn't matter whether the food is delicious or dry, anyway, His Highness Ping Wang said, as long as he still has a bite to eat, everyone will have something to eat. "

A well-dressed young man answered with a smile.

"This...this this..."

Then, while they were still in doubt, they could smell the porridge in their noses.

Five or ten miles away, there is a porridge shop run by the government.

There are also some disheveled men and women who follow the brigade to distribute tools and repair houses and roads.

Their faces were covered with stains, but they all had light in their eyes.

Some people even saw that the stomachs of these people were all bulging.

There was a skinny young man who even burped, with white porridge spraying out from his mouth.

"so good."

"Hurry up, let's go too, what if we go late and have nothing to eat?"

The old man's eyes were sharp, and through the gaps in the crowd, he saw someone holding a bowl. He squatted under a willow tree, walked along the side of the bowl, and drank half of the thick rice porridge. Then he squinted his eyes and looked at the bowl. Porridge weeps.

"This is real."

"How could anyone be so stupid as to bring good rice to the disaster relief? Am I dreaming? If it is a dream, then I would rather this dream last longer."

Thinking of the hardships on the road and feeling the clod in his belly, the old man burst into tears, touched his granddaughter's hair like withered grass under his knees, and suddenly picked her up, desperately, and ran towards the fragrance of porridge.

As he staggered, the young man raised his heart to his throat.

"Slow down, slow down, you are indispensable. Don't fall down."

Then, he realized that his yelling was in vain.

Roaring around, dozens of ragged refugees ran over. These people had green eyes, just like jackals in the wilderness. They were equally skinny and teary.

"... Kill Hu Ling, Tian Dijun,

Yibo Yuntian Kai Taiping. "

The young man stopped, murmured this nursery rhyme, looked up at the sky, and said with a smile, "Yes, Kai Taiping."

The scene in front of him is just a microcosm of the land of the three prefectures.

Not only Guangyuan Mansion is like this, but Wuyan Mansion and Linshan Mansion are also like this.

Not to mention eating a lot, in Chen Ping's view, there is still no problem in ensuring the rations of these remaining common people.

It is true that the Hu people in the Northern Zhou Dynasty were too brutal and killed too hard.

This is a natural and man-made disaster, and the people are living too hard, and the reduction in staff is severe.

Even though he has promulgated various policies to benefit the people, the displaced people he has attracted are still not enough for the 28 counties of the three prefectures, and now less than half of the houses are vacant and the fertile land is deserted.

Not to mention land reclamation, it is a pity to see large tracts of unowned land lying idle.

Perhaps, in this era, for ordinary people, the benefits of reclamation of these wastelands are not worth the losses, but there are various difficulties.

In Chen Ping's view, all kinds of taboos and difficulties are not a problem.

He even gathered a group of blacksmiths and carpenters, gave them generous treatment, and drew the drawings himself, drawing some agricultural tools that he had seen and heard of in his previous life.

Such as waterwheels, curved plows, etc...

The speed of research and development is very fast, and there is not much difficulty in building it.

Chen Ping even prioritized these things over building armor.

Because, he felt that there was a shadowless and invisible strange power, which actually quietly gathered on him every day.

"Maybe it's luck."

Chen Ping didn't know in what form this force was working.

But he knows that power is always power, and it must be good for him.

It can make people feel peaceful and happy, and do things smoothly.

No matter how many applications he will not.

But based on this alone, he didn't want to let it go.

As for the feeling of sympathy in the depths of my heart, "sorry for the hardships of the people's lives", of course there is, but any modern person with normal three views, looking at the suffering beings in front of him as if they are in hell, can't help but think about it. Do something more.

It's not about good or evil, nor about responsibility.

Just want to make myself feel better.

"...Yibo Yuntian opens up peace, this is a good word, but it was sung as a nursery rhyme, and it was even spread to Wenyuan Mansion. What is the intention?"

Chen Ping listened carefully to the singing of nursery rhymes coming from outside the window, his eyes sparkled slightly.

Presumably, in addition to the land of the three prefectures, the land of one county and five prefectures in Xingqing Mansion should also be spread throughout.

The speed of information dissemination in this era is either slow or fast.

It just depends on whether the caring person wants to pass it on or not, and whether he has the heart.

"Your Highness, this matter is due to the negligence of the subordinates, and people spread such songs without knowing it. They really deserve to die..."

I don't know if the official hat on his head is too thick, Zhuo Meng's forehead is covered with beads of sweat.

Several officials behind him also hurriedly bowed to plead guilty, their bodies trembling slightly.

This is the aftermath of beheading hundreds of thousands of wolf riders from the barbarians and destroying the great master of the Tianbang, Master Duran.

Chen Ping found that whenever he felt a little unhappy, the officials around him would tremble, fearing that he would commit a crime.

"I'm not a man-eating tiger."

Seeing that Zhuo Meng and others were so scared, Chen Ping laughed out loud: "Little table, I have never seen you so timid before. I also said that you are now able to stand on your own, and you have already experienced it. Unexpectedly, You actually went back more and more.”

"It's mainly because His Royal Highness is too powerful, no, Longwei, it's Longwei..."

The little table also accompanied him with a smirk, took a long breath, and relaxed a little, but from his incoherent use of words, it was clear that this talented scholar was still not at peace in his heart.

The little Princess Mingyue next to him laughed out loud: "Look at your bear, Brother Seven, even if he is in a good mood, he will be offended by you. Go on with your business. You don't need to worry about nursery rhymes."

"Yes, the grandma of the princess has spoken, and the little table will leave."

After speaking, he bowed to the end, led several officials, and hurried out of the warm pavilion.

As soon as he left the house, Zhuo Meng was slightly taken aback, he just came to report the result of measuring the land, well, how to distribute it, or find another time to come again.

"Seventh brother's majesty is getting more and more serious. Could it be that there is really a real dragon spirit in this world, which is the fate of destiny?" '

Zhuo Meng thought about it for a while, then thought about disaster relief, and thought that he had to take some time to watch, and he must not cause any trouble, so as not to affect the reputation of His Highness Prince Ping.

"Tch, this little table, why didn't I realize that this guy is still an official fan. I'm afraid that you will blame him. It's nothing more than fear of losing your official position."

Having said that, Ji Mingyue laughed again, her crescent eyebrows trembled slightly, and her phoenix eyes slightly curved.

However, Chen Ping does not look at people with his eyes, but with his heart.

He could clearly feel the faint sadness that could not go away from the little girl's body although it was extremely thin.

[Huiji will be hurt, and love will never last].

She is obviously a very smart girl. Generally speaking, this type of woman thinks a little too much, that is to say, she is very thoughtful in the legend.

Ji Mingyue is not only smart, but also soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and she has the right ideas in her heart.

At the beginning, she had just heard that her father was going to marry Yu Wenhao, the fourth prince of the Hu people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. At that time, she felt that the sky was falling, and her heart was basically helpless and dark.

Born in the county prince's mansion, Ji Mingyue has a lot of knowledge. Moreover, because of her special complicated family relationship, she is not the kind of idiot who secretly listened to a lot of news about the world and the court.

Not only know the celebrities and unique skills in the world.

I know more or less about some important figures in the Northern Zhou Dynasty and Nanli, as well as the genealogy of aristocratic families.

She is not ignorant of Yu Wenhao's temperament.

According to the legends of outsiders, this person became famous at a young age, his cultivation was advanced, and he was very proud.

However, there are gossip rumors that this person has a violent temperament and lustful sex. There are not a hundred, but dozens of Han women who have been tortured to death by him.

This person is a typical barbaric tiger and wolf, and he is used to treating women as trophies, not as partners.

The key problem is not here.

It was Jinghai Wang Ji Changlie.

Compared with his own news channel, his father will only be stronger, not weaker.

Then, it is impossible for him not to know who Yu Wenhao is.

Even so, he still promised this marriage.

Wouldn't it be pushing himself into a pit of fire?

Those who are married or not, let's not talk about it for now.

What made Ji Mingyue the most unbearable was that the king's father even joined forces with the Xuanyin sect to plot against his seventh brother and set up an ambush to put him to death.

Therefore, Ji Mingyue fought out of the barracks that day alone, respecting Mingyue with one sword, and slashing past with one sword.

Cutting off the robe cuts off righteousness, cuts off the corners of the clothes, and cuts off family ties.

She is no longer sure whether her father ever loved her when she was young.

She has long been unable to tell the difference between true love and falsehood, warmth and coldness.

But in any case, there is always a blood connection, the grace of fertility.

Although Ji Mingyue was in pain, she vowed not to have any relationship with Jinghai Palace.

But when she saw King Jinghai's head was in a different place, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

She and Master Qiuye collected Ji Changlie's body and buried it on an unnamed mountain. After burning three sticks of incense, the deceased was dead. No matter how much resentment or memory, it was meaningless.

Ji Mingyue is a very sensible child.

Although there were mixed feelings in her heart and an indescribable discomfort, she didn't show it at all.

Just following behind Chen Ping, silently dealing with many things.

The most important task, of course, is to identify traitors and eliminate spies.

Any force will inevitably be mixed with sand and nails. Chen Ping's territory under his command is getting bigger and bigger, and there are more and more people under his control. In addition, he pursues the method of "eclectic use of talents". With a good skill, he can always find his own place in the forces of Xingqing Mansion.

under these circumstances.

If it is said that there are no pawns from other forces, no people with ulterior motives, even Chen Ping himself would not believe it.

Therefore, Ji Mingyue volunteered to take on this task, and he couldn't find any reason to refuse.

In fact, he felt that among the people he knew, except for that old fox Zhou Huchen, no one was more suitable for this position than Ji Mingyue.

It was obviously impossible for Zhou Huchen to be by Chen Ping's side at any time and take charge of intelligence.

Chen Ping also didn't quite trust this ancestor of the Cui family who was born in a thirteenth family.

Of course, it was impossible for him to keep this famous general by his side at the moment when the power was first formed and the war was approaching. That would be a great waste.

But Ji Mingyue didn't have this problem.

Not only has the ability to protect himself enough, but also has a delicate mind, can read the face and look at the color, and see through everything.

That's fine.

The most important thing is that Chen Ping also feels that it is necessary to find a very important job for this little girl to do, so as not to let her think about it all day long. If she is not careful and turns herself into Lin Daiyu, it will not be good up.

"The matter of Tianxin Pavilion can be taken slowly, especially the matter of sending spies abroad, which can be postponed, and it is enough to train the manpower first."

A trace of worry flashed in Chen Ping's eyes, and he just nodded.

Although information is important, during these days, Ji Mingyue has devoted all her attention to intelligence, selecting personnel, teaching martial arts, cleaning up scouts, and investigating spies...

She used herself as three people.

Even, Chen Ping sometimes found that this little girl didn't sleep at night, and when she was tired, she just meditated for a few hours, and then got up again to analyze the case files.

A few days ago, I sent Master Qiuye to garrison at Tianmen Pass, and immediately went to Linshan Mansion to chase and kill a demon girl from the Xuanyin Sect. Just after returning, I ran into the nursery rhyme incident.

Chen Ping could see her dark circles.

"It's okay, Seventh Brother."

Ji Mingyue squeezed her fists, clasped her fists in front of her chest, made a vigorous gesture, and said with a smile: "I'm no longer the smug face that was powerless back then, but now I'm also a master, so much Things, how can it be so rare to live with this heroine."

"The matter of the nursery rhyme should not be ignored. Judging from the content, the person who wrote it obviously has a good understanding of the current situation of Xingqing Mansion, and may have carefully inquired about your temperament, Seventh Brother.

Of course, at this time we don't have to think about who is spreading the rumors secretly, as long as we understand the purpose of the other party's nursery rhymes. "

"Then tell me, what is the purpose of this nursery rhyme boasting me to the sky?"

Chen Ping was very satisfied with Ji Mingyue's sensitivity.

If it was someone else, maybe they thought this nursery rhyme was saying good things about Chen Ping.

On the surface, it does.

The first half:
"Looking at Xijing, weeping blood soul,
The fire contains lotus and green waves..."

It may be a bit cryptic to say, but as long as you get in touch with the second half and the chaotic world in front of you, you can understand that this sentence means that the people are crying, and the people are not living.

Xijing is Yujing, and the royal family of Dali is high above, making the whole world look like a bird?To make the people unable to live... Then, it would be better for the Dali Dynasty to burn down the palace earlier and grow a lotus flower.

The method of metaphor is actually to change the dynasty.

Who will replace it.

Of course it's Bibo.

Use water to conquer fire, and the five virtues are always there. Who will be the next holy king?Bibo Canglong Seal, or Xingqing Mansion?
He almost pointed at Chen Ping's nose and said, "It's you, it's you, it's you."

Well, if the first half of Que is still a bit cryptic, the second half of Que is very straightforward.

"Kill Hu Ling, Tian Dijun,

Yibo Yuntian Kai Taiping. "

Who doesn't know that the righteous Bo Yuntian, the chivalrous and courageous Qianlong list number one is Chen Ping and Chen Daxia.

It's a good order to kill Hu, and a good one to open Taiping.

Ji Mingyue obviously understood this too, her eyes were slightly cold: "This person spreads rumors for flattery, but his intentions are actually sinister. It's all right to kill Hu, we and Bei Zhou are already at odds, so there is nothing to talk about.

This [equal field] is a bit murderous.

As soon as this song comes out, the rich and famous families in the world will definitely regard Seventh Brother as a thorn in their side and a thorn in their flesh, they cannot coexist at all. "

(End of this chapter)