Chapter 145: Sending You to the Sky (13)

Emperor Yan received Shen Minghuan's handwritten letter.

It fits Emperor Yan's imagination of a smart person. Shen Minghuan's handwriting is smooth and graceful, and looks like a work of art.

But the strokes are a bit sloppy, revealing the writer's irritability.

"Your Majesty, please take care of your sons and don't let them bother me again!"

Emperor Yan laughed as he read the seventeen words.

He smiled and "complained" to the eunuch beside him: "Shun'an, look, such a good opportunity, this child can't grasp it."

How could he not know that there were endless visitors to the Shen Mansion today? He knew that his sons were all impatient. There's nothing wrong with that. The more impatient you are, the easier it is to see through a person, so Emperor Yan did not stop it.

It's just that people are complicated. While he used Shen Minghuan to test the depth of these princes, he was also worried about the wolfish ambition of this person because of the energy revealed by Shen Minghuan.

Even Emperor Yan himself didn't realize that Shen Minghuan's letter was just stuck at his bottom line of acceptance. The suspicion that had not yet risen in his heart disappeared with the rejection and dissatisfaction between the lines.

"Go to the warehouse and pick five boxes... ten boxes, pick ten boxes of gold, silver and porcelain, and prepare ten boxes of rare and famous paintings, and send them to the Shen Mansion. Let him bear with it." Emperor Yan put down the letter and instructed the eunuch beside him. After he finished speaking, he reacted and was a little speechless.

It was really strange. The worse Shen Minghuan's attitude was, the better his impression of this person was.

Shen Minghuan accepted twenty boxes of gifts, but did not give face to Emperor Yan. He simply closed the door and refused to see the guests, and stopped the remaining princes who had not had time to visit from outside the door.

When Emperor Yan received the news, he was having a meal in the Queen's Palace. He was so happy that he ate two more bites of food and completely lost his defense against Shen Minghuan.

He talked about Shen Minghuan to the queen as if chatting about family matters: "He is a good child. I heard that all the slaves in his chamber of commerce are bought, and even the servants serving him are slaves. He is really kind-hearted."

Like Xie Zhifei, the number of slaves who can read and write is only a very small part.

Even if the country is destroyed, the nobles are still nobles. Most of the common people are poor and distressed, and their drowsy eyes can only see their own black shadows under their feet.

In the eyes of the nobles, including Emperor Yan, they are born dull, so Shen Minghuan's kindness is destined to be an investment that will not be rewarded.

Kindness is a commendatory word, but for the superior, it is not a completely good word.

But the queen doesn't know.

Emperor Yan has always been unfeeling, and he doesn't even care about his own son. This is the first time the queen has seen him praise a younger generation so sincerely.

It is clear that Emperor Yan was very indifferent when he heard that Yongguo sent a hostage at first, but after only meeting once, Emperor Yan treated Shen Minghuan more closely than his own son.

She didn't know whether Shen Minghuan was kind or not, but he must be very skillful and could influence the Emperor of Yan's thoughts to a great extent!

The Queen agreed with the Emperor of Yan, thinking in her heart that she had to tell her son, the eldest prince Zhao Yuancheng, the news as soon as possible.

Son! Shen Minghuan must be won over!

*

The situation in Yan State seemed to be a mess, but the Emperor of Yan was still there. With him watching, Yan State would not be overturned.

He sent troops to the wilderness village to invite Mr. Zhou Yan, who was well-known and famous all over the world, and made a gesture of respect for the wise and humble, hoping to invite a Prime Minister Zhuge or Jiang Taigong for Yan State.

He watched coldly at his group of sons and the forces behind them, showing their magical powers.

In fact, Zhao Yuancheng and others were not as stupid as the Emperor of Yan thought, or in other words, they really knew nothing about governing the country, but their ability to fight in the palace was not bad.

After all, there was no defect in IQ, and there were great Confucian scholars to teach them, so no matter how stupid they were, they couldn't be that stupid.

Emperor Yan killed his father and brother to seize the throne. He did not get the throne legitimately. When he first ascended the throne, the imperial power was unstable. For this reason, he had to lead the army in person for several years, and relied on victory after victory to become the current Emperor Yan who had the final say.

He was worried about chaos in the rear when he went on the expedition, and he attached great importance to the power in his hands. In order to prevent foreign relatives from interfering in politics, concubines were strictly prohibited from contacting outsiders, and even the princes could not leave the palace.

The great Confucian scholars who taught the princes taught very carefully, but there were some truths that they did not dare to teach without the emperor's nod.

Emperor Yan used his wealth to build a golden cage, which was placed above the dark rain clouds, bathing in the morning light and sunset.

The people inside had never seen the rising and setting of the sun and the moon belonging to the world. It was not until Zhao Yuancheng became an adult that he accidentally heard that the grain was either grown or in the bowl. It turned out that some people could not afford a bite of meat in their entire lives, but he quickly forgot it after hearing it.

He has passed the age of curiosity. Now his mind is filled with interests, power, traps, and exploits. He can no longer let go of the people.

The Emperor of Yan is already old. He has to put away his ambitions that cannot be completed for the time being, hoping that the young birds he "protects" can carry on the past.

But when he opened the cage, he found that none of them could flap their wings and fly high.

The Emperor of Yan would not think it was his own problem. He thought they were particularly incompetent.

For example, now, it is clearly an extremely ordinary court meeting. He has no idea what these idiots are excited about.

It seems stupid.

The second prince Zhao Yuanqing is still passionate, and the more he speaks, the more excited he is. "Father, I think that paper money should be vigorously promoted. The imperial decree orders the people not to use gold, copper, and silver coins. Paper money is light and soft, easy to carry, and its production is completely controlled by the court. From now on, the salaries of all the adults and the disaster relief provided by the court to the local areas can be distributed in the form of paper money."

In this way, there will be no need for so many people to transport food during disaster relief, no food will be damaged due to long distances, the amount on paper will be clear, and even corruption will not appear.

And if the imperial court is short of money, it will make another batch of banknotes and issue them, and then Yan will never be short of money.

Zhao Yuanqing felt that the idea he proposed was simply perfect.

Emperor Yan was not even interested in scolding, "Boss, what do you think?"

Zhao Yuancheng's expression was respectful, and there was the same excitement as Zhao Yuanqing in his eyes: "My son is not very talented and has little knowledge. I dare not speak nonsense. I will obey my father's instructions."

So excited!

Emperor Yan couldn't help but cursed in his heart, and declared unbearably: "Retreat from the imperial court!"

He walked away.

Zhao Yuancheng and Zhao Yuanqing snickered at the same time, and then invariably raised their eyes to look at each other, showing deliberately confused and worried eyes.

If anyone here can read minds, they will find that the two people are thinking and thinking at this time are surprisingly consistent.

Zhao Yuancheng: This idiot Zhao Yuanqing made my father angry. Prince Shen will not bully me! As expected, my father preferred calmness. After Zhao Yuanqing said so much, my father didn't want to listen at all.

Zhao Yuanqing: This idiot Zhao Yuancheng made my father angry. Prince Shen will not bully me! As expected, his father preferred to be proactive, and Zhao Yuancheng was only obedient and had no independent opinions, which made his father angry.

Thank you Shen Minghuan.

Thanks to him for giving the other party wrong information.

Thank you for his deep affection for me!

The other princes also looked at each other.

They were much younger than the eldest prince and the second prince, and their mother clan was not as prominent as the eldest prince and the second prince. They had no advantage in this battle, and they failed to get help from Shen Minghuan.

Not good.

If you can't fight, you will die. If you don't fight, you will die. You can only fight.

*

Nie Shiyun was given the title of "general" because he escorted the prince. In fact, he did not have the authority to command troops.

He was trapped in this nominal position and had no way to return to the border.

The days of being an official were boring. He had to get up very early every day so that he could practice martial arts for an hour before going to court.

He knew that he might never have the chance to go on the battlefield in this life, and no matter how much he practiced his martial arts, it would be useless, but he was always looking forward to a "just in case."

His grandfather would sometimes come to his yard and watch him dance with a spear in his hands.

At first, my grandfather always smiled happily, but later his smile became much bitterer. He advised him to sleep a little longer, but he must not persist.

Nie Shiyun wanted to be a general, a real general, but he always smiled and said "yes" to his grandfather.

The next day I still went my own way.

Nie Shiyun always felt sleepy in the morning.

He felt that this had nothing to do with him getting up early. Anyone who heard that there was no nutrition in their ears and that it was all bullshit would also want to sleep.

The chanting of the courtiers is more effective than all the mysteries in the world put together.

Oh, except his grandfather.

Although his grandfather also recited sutras, he did not dare to dislike it.

When Nie Shiyun felt that he was about to master the magical skill of sleeping with his eyes open, Emperor Yong finally announced his withdrawal from the court.

The shrill voice of the chamberlain sounded, and Nie Shiyun was startled and suddenly woke up.

He breathed a sigh of relief, blended in with the crowd and bowed perfunctorily. The moment he straightened up, he quickly turned around and walked out impatiently.

"Stop." Nie Ge looked at him suspiciously, "Where are you going?"

Nie Shiyun never saw anyone after going to court every day, but he was able to return home with him.

It seems that there is something to be done, urgent and convenient, and can be done in a moment.

Nie Shiyun grimaced: "Grandpa, I just want to find a place to breathe."

"That's right, I also want to breathe, let's go together?" Nie Ge didn't care at first. Children always have their own secrets when they are older, but Nie Shiyun's daily whereabouts are weird and precise, like a mysterious ritual.

Nie Shiyun ran away, "Grandpa, my grandson can't breathe with you."

Nie Shiyun sneakily ran to a small corner. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the person in the corner worriedly. Then he took out a box of ointment from his arms and said, "Huaijin, your injury is fine." ”

"I'm fine." Nan Huaijin's cheeks were swollen and there were bruises on his palms. He was not embarrassed because of his embarrassment. His back was straight and his eyes were clear. "You came half a stick later than before. What happened? Already?"

"I was pulled by my grandfather to say a few words." Nie Shiyun probably had to explain a lot when he went back, and Nie Shiyun felt sad just thinking about it.

He looked at Nan Huaijin and opened the ointment, "You still need to apply the medicine."

He reached out and dug out a large piece, and was about to rub it on Nan Huaijin's face. He couldn't help mumbling, "It's so serious that you need to see a doctor. You are so good-looking. If your appearance is disfigured, it will be a loss for the world."

Nan Huaijin pushed his hand away, "It will be seen if you apply the medicine."

He was not allowed to take the medicine, and he had no way to explain the source of the medicine. If he was found out, it would implicate Nie Shiyun.

"Thank you, but I'm really fine." Nan Huaijin smiled slightly. It was supposed to be a smile that made people feel refreshed, but coupled with the ugly and shocking purple scars on his face, it felt hollow and bitter.

A gust of wind seemed to pass through Nie Shiyun's heart. The wind blew through the mountain forest under the deep night sky, and the shadows of the trees spread their teeth and claws in the dark night. Therefore, the horror seemed to be taken away by the wind and stuffed into his heart.

It hurts more than being stabbed on the battlefield. It hurts more than when he knew he couldn't be a general, Nie Shiyun thought.