Chapter 155: Sending You to the Sky (23)

Shen Minghuan felt that what he said was not wrong.

He came to this small world to carry out a mission, and Nan Huaijin was the protagonist of the story. To round it off, he came here just for Nan Huaijin?

But Nan Huaijin burst into tears after hearing this, crying ugly and miserable, and couldn't stop for a long time.

Shen Minghuan was most afraid of this kind of thing. He turned around and tried to find his omnipotent Zi Zheng for help, but saw Xie Zhifei silently walked to the corner at some point, with his back to them in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Shen Minghuan: ? ? ?

Nie Shiyun: ? ? ?

Nie Shiyun was used to not understanding what smart people said, but this scene was still a bit outrageous. He looked around and wanted to find his little friend Yuwenshan to discuss it, and found that Yuwenshan had already excitedly arranged people to go to Yan State to rob... friendly communication.

Sui Qing looked like he refused to chat again. Nie Shiyun was a little bored. Looking around, he found a figure lying on the ground.

He slapped his head, "Your Highness, the Emperor... How should we deal with this person?"

Emperor Yong tortured himself to the point that he didn't even have the strength to cry out in pain, and lay motionless on the ground. The blood in his palms was still flowing, and he was afraid of the pain, and he didn't even dare to move his hands to take out the rag in his mouth.

Very active and very obedient, Nie Shiyun almost forgot that there was such a person.

Emperor Yong had never suffered such pain in his life. He felt that his whole body was in pain. If no one cared about him, he might be killed by the pain. In a trance, he heard this group of people finally mention how to deal with him, and Emperor Yong quickly opened his eyes and tried to express his plea with his eyes.

He can abdicate, he can give the throne to Shen Minghuan, as long as he lets the imperial physician treat him, he can do anything.

Shen Minghuan turned his head and asked Nan Huaijin: "Huaijin, what do you want to do?"

Nan Huaijin was still crying, and his eyes were filled with tears and a piercing hatred appeared, "I want to torture him!"

There are 247 people in their Nan family, including his brother-in-law who is deeply in love with his sister. With such a deep hatred, he wanted to cut 248 knives on Emperor Yong!

The punishment of lingchi is too harsh and detrimental to people's harmony. What's more, Shen Wei is still an emperor and a father that Shen Minghuan should be filial to.

Nan Huaijin quickly regained some rationality in the hatred that swept his mind. He didn't want to embarrass Shen Minghuan, "Your Highness, I..."

"Okay."

Nan Huaijin was stunned and heard Shen Minghuan's serious voice: "Do you want to do it yourself?"

Shen Wei was like a dying fish thrown on the shore. He wailed from his throat and struggled to escape, but was quickly held down by Nie Shiyun.

Nan Huaijin's silence was mistaken by Shen Minghuan as unwillingness, so he waved his hand, "Take him down and torture him, find a professional executioner."

Nie Shiyun responded happily and dragged Shen Wei away.

"Wait." Nan Huaijin slowly came back to his senses, he blinked slowly, and met Shen Minghuan's questioning and concerned eyes.

Nan Huaijin smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, why do you agree to everything?"

"Why don't I agree to this little thing?" Shen Minghuan was puzzled, "Huaijin, have you forgotten that I said you are very important, much more important than Shen Wei, he makes you sad, I will help you with any revenge you want."

Nan Huaijin started crying again, crying and pulling Nie Shiyun, "I'm kidding, no need to torture him, just kill him woooooo"

Shen Wei didn't have time to rejoice for the first half of the sentence, and sobbed and struggled again.

Nie Shiyun held Nan Huaijin, who was in tears, in one hand and Shen Wei, who was in tears, in the other. He was caught in the middle, at a loss and at a loss.

Shen Minghuan felt uncomfortable watching this, and he pulled Xie Zhifei in the corner, "Zi Zheng, what's going on?"

Xie Zhifei sneered at him, "Young Master, eat less candied fruit after drinking the medicine."

Shen Minghuan: ???

What does it have to do with him?

*

The people are more accepting of the fact of changing dynasties than they thought.

They were still afraid before the Yuwen army came, but when they found that the so-called rebels respected the people more than the city defense army, those fears slowly dissipated.

Then the news that the leader of the rebels was the prince of his country spread, and the last trace of concern disappeared. The people didn't know what the royal dispute was. In their eyes, wasn't it just the difference between the left hand and the right hand? The emperor used beacon fire to tease the princes to make his son happy, which was despised, but it was also understandable.

In just two hours, the pedestrians that the officials saw on the road when they entered the palace had returned to their normal lives, and were busy making a living as usual, so busy that they had no time to pay any more attention to the change of imperial power.

Entering the palace in turn, strictly checking identities, confiscating sharp weapons, and the imperial censors checking the court ceremony... This set of daily procedures is so familiar, but at this time, it inexplicably appears a bit weird.

Even the court hall has been reorganized, and the dragon throne has been changed in such a short time, showing the presence of the new ruler everywhere, but it seems that nothing has changed.

"Prince, where is His Majesty?"

The upright minister saluted hastily, and then asked with a frown. In fact, he knew in his heart that Shen Wei was most likely in danger, but he still had some expectations, thinking that Shen Minghuan would be more or less concerned about the gossip, at least not to hurt Shen Wei's life.

No matter how unbelievable Shen Wei was as an emperor, he was still their monarch, and what was Shen Minghuan? A hostage who was dependent on Yan and even sold out his country for personal gain, a treacherous villain who led the enemy's army to invade the territory of his motherland?

Shen Minghuan seemed not to feel the disrespect and anger of the crowd. He looked compassionate and said sadly: "My father was very relieved to see that Yong State had an orphan. He was ecstatic and could not calm down for a long time. He died on the spot."

Nan Huaijin cooperated and bowed to Shen Minghuan. When he looked up, his eyes were red. "Your Highness, please accept my condolences. The late emperor had high hopes for your Highness. Please cheer up and lead Yong State to unify the nine states and usher in a prosperous and peaceful era!"

Xie Zhifei, who was a step slower:...

Xie Zhifei was of noble character. He lived a bright and upright life. He used all open strategies, relied on his talents and strategies, and used absolute strength to solve all the problems in front of him.

Whether he was a son of the Xie family or a slave, Xie Zhifei had never set foot in the officialdom. Compared with the means of guessing the thoughts of officials and killing people with words, he was far inferior to Nan Huaijin who was deeply involved in this.

Xie Zhifei quickly reflected on himself.

This won't work. When the young master becomes the emperor in the future, he will have to stand by the young master's side and eliminate his political enemies with ill intentions, so that the young master's will can be implemented unimpeded in the land of Jiuzhou.

As long as it is beneficial to the young master, he is willing to have blood on his hands and be regarded as a demon.

The most important thing is that if Nan Huaijin can do it, he can do it too.

Nan Huaijin continued: "The late emperor has a will, and we as ministers should obey it. Now we respect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince as the new emperor and choose a day to hold the coronation ceremony. Do you have any objections?"

As he spoke, his tone gradually became cold.

He was obviously the most inconspicuous and humble slave in the palace. Once he took off his disguise, he was as powerful as the powerful ministers who had been in high positions for many years. I don't know where his confidence came from.

"Nan Huaijin, you are so stupid." A minister was disappointed. "Since you have such ability, Brother Qi'an would be proud of you if he were still alive. But how could you betray the country?"

His grief did not seem fake. Just now, Nan Huaijin saved their lives in front of Shen Minghuan. He was naturally grateful and naturally regarded Nan Huaijin as a righteous man and included him in their camp. Who would have thought that after only two hours of not seeing him, this man had already died for Shen Minghuan.

Nan Huaijin remained calm. He had been insulted and abused so much over the years that Shen Wei often ridiculed him for losing face for his grandfather and being a disgrace to the Nan family. In comparison, the minister's words were implicit.

"If you want to follow the late emperor, your majesty can agree."

The late emperor was already dead, so the meaning of following was self-evident.

In the original plot, Nan Huaijin supported the fourth prince to take the throne, and then gradually took control of the government. During this process, he was attacked countless times by these ministers, which was a hundred times more serious than the attack against Shen Minghuan at this time.

At that time, he was attacked from all sides, exhausted, and even doubted himself at the darkest moment. He almost died to pay for his sins.

Even so, he never thought of eliminating these ministers.

Nan Huaijin has always been kind-hearted. He wants to leave a group of wise ministers who really do practical things for Yongguo, so he never wavered even if he suffered a lot of grievances.

But Shen Minghuan can't be wronged, and he thinks even the slightest bit is too much.

Nan Huaijin thought indifferently that he could do what this minister could do anyway, so Yongguo actually didn't lack one or two people.

Xie Zhifei thought so too. He stood beside Shen Minghuan and said calmly: "You all seem to have not recognized your own identities yet? Shen Wei is dead. If you recognize my son as the crown prince, you should pay homage to the new emperor. If you don't, then you are the ministers of the fallen country, and you should also bare your chest and hold the jade, asking the new master for mercy and forgiveness."

Shen Minghuan hesitated to speak. He felt that the current atmosphere was inexplicably solemn. He wanted to say something, but after thinking for a moment, he didn't say it.

His two counselors were pure and kind people. How could they shout for war and killing at every turn? It was probably all strategy.

Shen Minghuan was willing to give counselors a chance to display their talents. He leaned back in his chair and watched the show with interest.

*

Xie Zhifei and Nan Huaijin didn't care about killing, and the courtiers who confronted them were also fearless.

Seeing that bloodshed was about to happen, Yu Wenshan, who had just cleaned up the palace, rushed in with a bang and a beaming face.

Shen Wei is dead, but there are still many of his concubines and princes and princesses in the imperial city. Some of them would commit suicide out of despair when they heard the name of Shen Minghuan, but most people don't have such courage.

Shen Minghuan's subordinates are too dedicated to their duties, and they are reluctant to let Shen Minghuan worry about such private matters. Nan Huaijin, who is familiar with the palace, uses his brain, Xie Zhifei speaks, and Yu Wenshan works hard to arrange this group of people clearly.

Yu Wenshan was busy with this matter just now.

Perhaps because of the victory, Yu Wenshan was in an unusually high mood all day. He did not notice the strange atmosphere in the field and replied happily: "Sir, there is a man who calls himself Lu Jia at the gate of the palace. He said that Mr. Zhou sent him to bring a message to you."

"Mr. Zhou?" Shen Minghuan, who was watching the show with relish, was surprised when he heard the words. He sat up straight, and his tone was also stained with a bit of seriousness: "Bring him in." Since they parted, Zhou Yan has communicated with him by sending letters.

The letter written by the old man himself will be delivered to Shen Minghuan by a special person through a special channel. It is safe and convenient, so Shen Minghuan was a little surprised to hear that this time it was a real person who brought the message.

Logically speaking, Shen Minghuan has made foolproof preparations for Zhou Yan's safety. Even if an accident occurs, it can ensure that Mr. Zhou will at least live to support Shen Minghuan's rescue.

But reality is always difficult to develop as expected.

Shen Minghuan couldn't help but worry. Could it be that the situation is so critical that Mr. Zhou has no conditions to write a letter?

Xie Zhifei couldn't care less about the stubborn courtiers of Yan State. As the two top and most trusted advisers around Shen Minghuan, although he was always tit for tat with Mr. Zhou, trying to differentiate, but that was just among the literati. The way they communicate, the affection between them is definitely not low.

Seeing Nan Huaijin's doubtful eyes, Xie Zhifei, who had initially regarded him as one of his own, quickly explained: "Old Mr. Zhou Yanzhou is also the Young Master's adviser, but the old Mr. is currently stationed in the Yan Kingdom for the Young Master, so I can only introduce you to you when I have the opportunity in the future. ”

"Ah?" Nan Huaijin didn't know what to say for a moment, so he repeated in shock: "Garrisoned in...Yan Kingdom?"

Can this word be used in this way? Whose Yan State is Yan State?

The courtiers who supported and did not support Shen Minghuan's becoming emperor were all stunned for a moment.

Is Zhou Yan the world-famous Zhou Yan they heard about? There were rumors before that he accepted Emperor Yan's recruitment, so why did he become Shen Minghuan's adviser?

The courtiers who were holding their necks and would rather die than surrender looked at each other and touched their faces in embarrassment. They had an inexplicable feeling that they had misunderstood something very important.

Yuwenshan quickly brought the people in.

Lu Jia was born into poverty, was rescued when he was about to starve to death, and then naturally joined the Chamber of Commerce. He had never learned the etiquette of meeting the royal family, so he kowtowed firmly as soon as he entered the door, and raised his eyes full of admiration and enthusiasm.

The grand hall is magnificent and majestic, and people who see it for the first time will inevitably feel intimidated. However, although Lu Jia's movements were exaggerated, the courtiers did not notice any uneasiness or embarrassment. It seemed that they completely trusted the person sitting above and were not afraid of death. Perhaps it was an honor to die for this man.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhou asked you to bring a message?" Shen Minghuan regained his enthusiasm. Seeing Lu Jia's expression, he knew that Zhou Yan should be doing well, but he didn't know what kind of medicine the old gentleman was selling.

Only then did Lu Jia look a little at a loss. He licked his lips and explained with some embarrassment: "Sir, he asked me to wait until the young master captures Yongdu and find a time when there are more people."

Xie Zhifei, who was preparing to clear Yuwenshan, said:...

The reluctant courtiers quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Xie Zhifei felt something was wrong, and said expressionlessly: "Sir, why don't you retreat first?"

Even if Lu Jia came under Zhou Yan's order, if Shen Minghuan wanted him to speak privately, then of course he would still listen to Shen Minghuan. Xie Zhifei didn't believe that something had to be said in front of so many people. It was not a good thing to specify.

Xie Zhifei was just talking, or he was habitually antagonizing Mr. Zhou. He believed in Zhou Yan's character and believed that he would not do anything detrimental to the young master.

Shen Minghuan also knew that Xie Zhifei was just talking out of anger, and he was deeply troubled by this. Why did his two advisers always like to quarrel? Nan Huaijin would definitely not be like this.

Shen Minghuan didn't want to join this war at all, otherwise he would be chased and asked who he thought was more reasonable. He pretended not to hear and said to Lu Jia, "Speak now."

The courtiers pricked up their ears.

Lu Jia said honestly: "Sir, he said that he has no money, so he asked the young master to give him some money."

Xie Zhifei:…

He knew nothing good was going to happen!

Courtiers:? ? ?

Why do you have to say this in front of many people? Could it be that the purpose of their existence was to recruit people for moral kidnapping so that Shen Minghuan had to give money for the sake of face?

And, what is the relationship between these two people?

Shen Minghuan opened his eyes wide: "Didn't Gu leave all the gold and silver in Shen's house to him?"

Lu Jia scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's all spent."

Xie Zhifei covered his chest, breathing rapidly, and asked tremblingly: "So much money, all spent? Isn't it enough? What did he do to him?"

Xie Zhifei was in charge of the Chamber of Commerce's account books, and every penny of the money was earned under his guidance. He worked hard for half a year, but Zhou Yan spent it all in less than two months.

If Zhou Yan were in front of him at this moment, he might even start to take action.

Lu Jia nodded sheepishly, "The Chamber of Commerce brought back several new types of seeds. Sir, he was very happy and recruited many farming experts to try planting them in Huangzhuang on the outskirts."

He explained to Zhou Yan: "Sir, he said that these seeds are very important. The fruits that grow can not only fill the stomach, but also have a yield at least three times that of rice. If they can be successfully grown, the people will not starve to death."

Now it was the courtiers' turn to breathe quickly. Even in the past, which was called the prosperous age, many people under the rule of the dynasty suffered from hunger and cold.

Xie Zhifei was not fooled, "It won't take so much!"

Huangzhuang doesn't spend money. There are so many refugees now and there is no shortage of manpower. Even the seeds are brought back by the chamber of commerce. It is simply a business without capital. Why does Zhou Yan need to spend money?

Lu Jia said: "Mr. plans to dig canals, build more schools and orphanages among the people, allocate fields to the people, exempt taxes for one year to encourage work and open up wasteland, and hold the imperial examination after the spring..."

It's all about money.

Xie Zhifei's fingers twitched and his voice trembled: "How much more does he want?"

Lu Jia reported a number, and Xie Zhifei's breath froze and he almost fainted.

Fortunately, he was standing close, and Shen Minghuan reached out to give him a hand, "Zizheng, are you okay?"

Xie Zhifei rubbed his brows and stood up straight, saying distressedly: "Sir, this is all the money in the Chamber of Commerce's accounts."

Lu Jia was like a robot, and the program was triggered by this sentence, "Sir, I will come back after all the money is spent. The money piled up is just wasteland. Only when it is spent can it be useful. For the people's livelihood, the money is worth it."

Lu Jia was a native of the Yan State. He used to be hungry and had no energy to care about the political power. Now he has no worries about food and clothing. He also hopes that his hometown will be better, so what Zhou Yan explained is sonorous and powerful.

Xie Zhifei said angrily: "He said it lightly. If money is so easy to make, then let him earn it himself. This money is too much. What if it is all given to the young master and he needs to use the money? The Yong Kingdom is now in a state of desperate need. On the occasion of the expedition to the Jin Kingdom soon, the daily rations for the army are not a small amount. Master, we can only give half at most. "

Nan Huaijin generally understood, and he soon joined in, arguing with arguments: "People's livelihood is important, but there is no need to rush for a while. For example, the canal can be discussed after the world is calm. Money must be spent wisely. Your Highness, I I agree with Mr. Zizheng and can’t give it.”

Xie Zhifei said he would give half of it, but he was even more ruthless and refused to give it.

Lu Jia couldn't explain the truth, and his debating skills were far inferior to those of these two great counselors. Fortunately, Zhou Yan taught him a few tricks when he set out.

Lu Jia knelt on the ground, his face flushed, and he shouted sadly: "Young master, you can't treat one with favoritism. The people of Yan are also your subjects. If the Yong State has a master and you personally take charge, the Yan State doesn't deserve even a little money." ?”

Nan Huaijin sneered in his heart for playing this trick with me.

He knelt down without hesitation and said, "Your Highness, the late emperor indulged in pleasure and the treasury was empty all year round. He made an alliance with the Yan State half a year ago and even ate up the last rations of the people. It's still early for the autumn harvest. Please, Your Highness Have mercy on us, the people of Yong."

Don't forget what kind of life Nan Huaijin has lived these years. In terms of his ability to pretend to be pitiful, Xie Zhifei and Zhou Yan combined are not as good as him.

When necessary, he could even abandon his dignity...but if his grandfather knew about it, he would probably be disappointed.

Shen Minghuan, who was stared at by two pairs of equally fervent pleading eyes: "Ah...this..."

Shen Minghuan caused trouble: "Zizheng, what do you think?"

Lu Jia immediately shouted again, "Mr. Xie, Mr. Zhou said that if you help him this time, he will owe you a favor."

He hinted: "Mr. Xie and Mr. Zhou are both young masters who surrendered to the Yan Kingdom. They should be in the same camp."

Xie Zhifei was about to speak when suddenly a choked plea came from his ears:

"Your Majesty, the Yong Kingdom is miserable."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Yan State has begun to restore people's livelihood, but the people of Yong State even have problems eating."

"Your Majesty, there are no canals, no schools, no orphanages in Yong State, and the people do not have farmland yet..."

Everyone looked around and found that the ones crying the loudest were the ministers who just refused to acknowledge Shen Minghuan's identity as Crown Prince.

Now even "Your Majesty" has been called.

Nan Huaijin: "..."

From the looks of it, his little ability seems to be nothing.

Xie Zhifei: "..."

What a terrible Yong Kingdom.

Shen Minghuan, surrounded by eager eyes, said: "...Ah this."