Chasing King

Leave the study, Yan think empty and Shen Hexuan parallel, long time did not say.

Until he reached the porch, Shen Hexuan stopped.

Knowing that he had something to say, Yan Sikong stopped and waited.

Shen Hexuan said in a deep voice: "I know that the mention of the sea tax will make the teacher unhappy, but now the national economy is tight every year. Is it a long-term solution? It may be the only way not to hurt the nation's foundation to levy a sea tax. "

Yan Sikong looked around, arched his hand to Shen Hexuan, and whispered: "brother Shen is also a son of Jiangnan, but he is so selfless, and I admire him very much. It's just Some things can't be taken for granted, and teachers may not be favoritism. If they offend Jiangnan gentry, they are almost equal to offending half of the courtiers. How much easier is it than cutting down the expenditure of the imperial clan? "

Shen Hexuan sighed heavily, sighed: "I embrace a cavity of blood into the official, but now I find that I have no use."

"Brother Shen, you and I are only petty officials now, but there will be a time to show our ambition in the future. If we want to achieve great ambition, we must have enough foundation first." Yan Sikong stares at Shen Hexuan's eyes seriously. "Brother Shen has talent for the world. Don't be buried."

Yan Sikong really appreciates Shen Hexuan. He thinks that he is a clear stream in the old Dynasty hall and will become a pillar of the country in the future. There are too few such people, but they must have them to fight against corruption and uphold the right path. If one day, he really subverts everything, he still needs people like Shen Hexuan to help the people. Therefore, he will make an exception to advise Shen Hexuan not to disobey Yan Zilian and be careful to be snowed.

Shen Hexuan is so smart that he can understand it naturally. He ponders for a moment, nods and arches his hand to Yan Sikong.

-

Yan Sikong dragged his tired body and mind back to the mansion.

He often felt like a fish that was about to drown despite the lack of water.

His body is very strong, but his consciousness is always tired. Hatred is the only strength to support him.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold, Ali ran over and made a quick gesture.

Yan Sikong's gray eyes suddenly flashed a ray of light: "is he coming?"

Ali nodded.

Yan Sikong strode towards the wing room, and his pace became fast.

Push open the door, a room warm, instantly forced back behind the chill, will he shrouded.

Feng Ye is sitting at the window, turning to see, Jun's face blooms a smile of heartfelt joy, Yan Sikong's heart trembles.

Feng Ye stood up and came over with a big step. He hugged him tightly and said intimately, "I miss you so much." At the same time, he kicked the door.

Yan Sikong couldn't hide his joy: "you're back."

"The military is busy at the end of the year. I can't get away from it. I haven't seen you for two months." Feng Ye closes his eyes, buries his face in Yan Sikong's neck, and breathes the warm and pleasant smell of his body. The tiredness of returning from the snowstorm is suddenly swept away.

"Yes, two months." Yan Si hollow Road, should be 55 days.

"Well, I miss you every day, and I miss you in my dream." Feng Ye holds Yan Sikong and shakes, "do you miss me?"

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "yes."

Feng Ye grabs Yan Sikong's waist, turns around and sits on the table. He stares at Yan Sikong's eyes and laughs: "let me have a closer look. Do you miss me in your eyes?"

Yan Sikong's eyes wandered on Feng Ye's face, but he didn't see it for several days. Feng Ye seemed to be a bit more masculine. He laughed and said softly, "do you have it?"

"I want to look closer..." Fengye slowly gathered in the past, obviously to kiss him.

Yan Sikong put his arms around Feng Ye's waist and buried his face in his chest.

Feng Ye Leng: "Si Kong, what's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, a little tired..." Yan Sikong closed his eyes and felt that his chest was the safest place in the world. He whispered, "have you eaten yet? I'm hungry. "

"No, I'm waiting for you." Feng Ye gently stroked Yan Sikong's back, "I'll have a good rest when I'm tired. I'll accompany you."

"Well."

They had dinner together and had a little wine. The charcoal fire was burning in the house, and the wine was running down. They were all sweating.

Yan Sikong listens to Feng Ye talking about the differences between Jingshan camp and Datong mansion. He also talks with Feng Ye about the trivia of the Imperial Academy and all kinds of things that happened in the court. They haven't seen each other for half a year, but they are like old friends who have known each other for many years.

He said: "people all think that Datong is the capital of the country. In fact, the military expenditure of Datong is not enough every year. It's all up to my father to raise money. In addition, the sergeants have guns in battle and plow without fighting, so they can be self-sufficient in military provisions. Otherwise, they would not have been able to persist for so many years. "

Yan Sikong nodded and sighed, "I've thought of that for a long time. In those years, Liaodong's military expenditure was sometimes in arrears."

Feng Yezheng said: "to relieve the financial constraints of the national treasury, we need to start from the redundant and useless imperial clan. Unfortunately, it's too difficult.""If the imperial clan has multiplied for a hundred years, it will become a great disaster for a country. This is true in all dynasties. If we want to remove the poison, we will have to pay a heavy price." Throughout history, any dynasty that wants to solve the problem of imperial clan has to shed blood and tears. The imperial clan has a deep foundation. If it moves, it will lead to the whole body. If it is not good, it will be at risk of conquering the country.

"Today, the power of Dasheng is weak, and the power of the people is lost. I'm afraid it has no ability to solve the problems of the imperial clan, but if it is not solved, it will only worsen day by day." Feng Ye shook his head. "One day I'm afraid I'll rot through the roots."

Yan Si said in a deep voice, "you're right. If you can pull out the malignant tumor of the imperial clan, Dasheng will be rejuvenated."

"But what did Yan Zilian say to you?"

Yan Sikong said with a wry smile: "I took the initiative to mention it, but the teacher is also powerless."

"Well, I'm afraid no one can do it. If the salary of the imperial clan is reduced, how can those imperial relatives give up?"

"I think it's far more than salary reduction, but I don't dare to tell the teacher."

"Oh?" Feng Ye is waiting for Yan Sikong to go on.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "I think we should cut the vassal."

Feng Ye's face changed slightly. After a long time, he said, "think about it, you really dare to think about it."

To cut the vassal power means to cut down the power, military strength and financial resources of the princes, which can not only greatly fill the national treasury, but also solve the problem of numerous local redundant people, and eliminate the possibility of rebellion fundamentally.

Cutting the vassal has always been a major event that every emperor wanted to do, but almost could not do. Most of them did not dare to do it, and few of them were killed. Emperor Jingdi of Han Dynasty had seven kingdoms chaos because of cutting the vassal, Emperor Dezong of Tang Dynasty had the difficulty of worshiping heaven because of cutting the vassal, Emperor Jianwen had the difficulty of King Jing of Yan because of cutting the vassal. Each of them was a bloody lesson from the past.

But once it is successful, it will benefit greatly.

Yan Sikong is more than feeling. He dares to do it.

He had already thought about it when he decided to promote the removal of the vassal in secret. If he succeeds, the country will become rich and the people will prosper. If he fails, he may be forced to rebel against the king of Liang. If he does, Ge Zhong will have only two choices. One is to rebel with the king of Liang and commit a capital crime. The other is to resist the king of Liang, and most of them will die. If the king of Liang really usurped the throne, it would be better. The king of Liang was greedy but not dazzled. He was always better than emperor Zhaowu. Moreover, he was bullied by Xie Zhongren. If he became emperor, he would cut Xie Zhongren to pieces.

If this strategy of three birds with one stone is used well, he will have ten years left.

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "when I enter the court as an official, I naturally hope to make contributions and benefit the country and the people. Besides, I only dare to tell you about this drunken rave."

"You." Feng Ye pinched Yan Sikong's cheek. "Sometimes, I really don't know what's going on in your mind." He squinted. "No, I might I've never been able to see through you. "

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "if it's so easy for me to see through, I'm afraid you don't want to see it."

"You're right." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong with fascination. "The more I can't see through you, the more I want to see. I can't move my eyes anymore."

Yan Si hollow slightly sour, light way: "some people, you'd better not see through all your life."

"That person must not be you. I want to know all about you." Feng Ye got close to the past, kissing Yan Sikong's lips.

It's freezing outside and warm inside.

-

because of the cold weather, Fengye took fenghun back to the palace. When Yan Sikong saw it, he found that its fur was twice as thick as that of summer, and it looked more majestic. Ordinary people were afraid to pee their pants when they saw it. Even the servants in the palace took a detour when they saw it. But he was not afraid any more. He even missed it a few months later.

He rubbed the gills of fenghun and said with a smile, "hun'er, your fur looks like a bear."

"I'm afraid you haven't seen a bear." Fengye stroked fenghun's head. "The bear is much bigger than it."

"You must have been very dangerous when you met a bear."

"Well." Feng Ye nodded, "if it wasn't for hun'er who risked his life to draw it away..." He suddenly came to Yan Sikong's ear and said vaguely, "you can't see your husband."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "you can talk nonsense."

Feng Ye smiles triumphantly.

That evening, they ushered in the first snow of this winter together. The snow was falling profusely, and soon accumulated a thick layer. They sat on the warm collapse, drinking, enjoying the snow, chatting, watching the snow gradually fill the branches of locust trees, and chasing their tails in the snow excitedly. This quiet and unspeakable satisfaction.