After the battle, corpses were strewn all over the field.

The people are always optimistic, no matter how much they suffer, they will always use the shortest time to lift their spirits, rebuild their homes, and continue to live a peaceful life.

Thankfully, although the war has brought too much pain, fortunately, the Tang Dynasty is still the original Tang Dynasty, and the imperial court is still the original imperial court. After only ten days, Bianjing City almost returned to its original appearance. Only the bluestone slabs on West Street are dyed with a dark red that cannot be washed away, leaving traces of the tragic battle.

These days, the court is full of busy scenes.

The so-called breaking and then standing is talking about today's Datang.

Most of the court officials who were implicated in the rebellion of the Dongfang Expedition became dead souls under the sword, and the number of ministers who entered the court was suddenly reduced by nearly half. The imperial court is the core of the functioning of the country, and the vacancies that need to be filled certainly need to be filled.

On the one hand, the officials went around examining the officials, looking for fish that had slipped through the net in collusion with the Oriental Journey; On the one hand, he listened to the recommendation and excavated talents to enter the center of the imperial court. The contrast is stark between the joy of some people who have no hope of becoming a career and the panic of others when they are shackled.

The military department is also very busy. Disrupting the rebel weaving, forming a new army, recruiting troops throughout the country, transferring generals, and everything else was piled up, making the army department in short supply of manpower cry bitterly.

At such a special juncture, for fear of causing a popular uprising, the household department gritted its teeth and allocated money, while also taking into account the people's livelihood and reducing taxes. Hubu Shangshu looked at the accounts circled in red and wanted to cry without tears, and went to the imperial study three times in a row to appeal to the emperor, and Qin Tian's words made him even want to die - my army can't be without weapons, and my people can't be without food and money? You look at it!

In the midst of national fiscal austerity, business has become a lifesaver.

On the one hand, all the money banks have reduced the interest, so that the people can keep the money in their hands; On the other hand, the first large-scale allocation of land and tax reduction and exemption in the Tang Dynasty also lowered the price of grain. All the merchants took advantage of the people who had money to spare, and even with matching land transportation and other industries, life was better.

Feeling the improvement of the social status of the merchants, the merchants who originally wanted to raise their heads were full of spring. At this time, two new orders of the imperial court fell from the sky.

The first is to preach the equality of all living beings and call on the people to make more contributions to the rejuvenation of the Tang Dynasty. The subtext is that it has implicitly abolished the traditional class division of "Shinong Industry and Commerce".

Another new decree is taxation.

Whose taxes are levied? Who is the fattest right now? Businessmen, of course. And the businessmen who have suddenly improved their status and made a lot of money feel that they have come to the bitter end, and they have no resistance to the new policy.

Barely able to maintain the normal operation of the huge empire, looking at the folds presented by Zhang Dayou, Qin Tian, who was sitting on the dragon chair in the imperial study, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Exhaustion was written all over his face. He never imagined that it would take so much effort to control a huge empire. To be honest, he misses the days when he was still there, at least someone took care of these things for him, and he didn't have to sleep for several days.

Zhang Dayou smiled slightly and said flatteringly: "Your Majesty, several ministers of the six ministries have not been as noisy as before these days. The money was settled, the famine was alleviated, and the most difficult things were solved. ”

Boasting?

Qin Tian smiled bitterly and picked up a note on the table, on which were crookedly written a few words: tax reduction, benefit farming, and the foundation of national maintenance; Low interest rates, re-business, and new ways to make money.

A few words that are extremely brief are precisely the policies that are being implemented today. Sadly, these words are not from his handwriting, but from the Zhenxi Hou who was heartbroken by him.

With a touch of shame on his face, Qin Tian asked, "How is Tang An doing?" ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Dayou made a bitter face and lamented: "Back to the emperor, the Marquis of Tang has been avoiding guests recently, and he will either lock himself in the mansion, or go to Feixue Yuelan Pavilion to find the Liu family to buy drunk, and even the door owner can't get it if he wants to see him." ”

"Alas!" Qin Tian sighed. It is really difficult to let him come up with an idea for Datang. "Looks like he's still weird."

Zhang Dayou was relieved: "I can't say that. That demon sect demon girl has done all the bad things, and what a loss it has brought to our Datang. The emperor can spare her life in front of Tang Houye, which is already a great gift. ”

Qin Tian smiled bitterly and sighed: "I was blindfolded at that time, and in front of countless soldiers, I did have the idea of seeking justice and establishing the prestige of the country. But seeing that the courtier I value the most betrayed me for the sake of a woman, I really ......"

The words of revenge in the heart of the mandarin duck can't be spoken. But that look of regret showed his heart.

But he is the emperor and the ninety-five honor of the entire Tang Dynasty. Even if he regretted it, it was impossible for him to admit it, let alone make amends.

He could only move forward, because there was no road behind him.

"Zhang Dayou, you have to pay more attention to Tang An. If he needs anything, I will do my best to meet him, and I owe it to him. Qin Tian walked up, rubbing his temples tiredly, "And what I owe him in the future will only be more ......"

Qin Tian looked at the word "secret order" written on the yellow book sealed with fire paint on the table, and his face was full of bitterness.

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Flying Snow Orchid Pavilion.

The kitchen was full of smoke, and the white-haired Liu Tingge was facing the casserole, constantly fanning the stove with a fan. The pungent smell of smoke made her frown, but she was already satisfied.

"Dumping songs, aren't you okay?"

Feng Zhilan pushed open the kitchen door and saw Liu Tingge's clumsy appearance of squatting on the ground making soup, and there was a trace of pity on the pretty face that had not left any traces of time.

In her opinion, a place like the kitchen should never be able to compete with Liu Tingge. The man who can make the famous singing and dancing of the Tang Dynasty personally serve him is undoubtedly the happiest in the world, but that person chose to be drunk and dream of death.

"Mother." Liu Tingge smiled with a pretty face stained with black ash, pointed to a bowl of steaming soup on the table and said, "You bring him the ginseng soup first, and I'll come later." ”

Feng Zhilan stepped forward and touched her hair, and said, "It's good to let the subordinates do these jobs, why should you be so wronged yourself?" ”

Liu Qingge shook his head and smiled: "When he was in the most difficult time, I couldn't help anything. Now that the war has passed, but his suffering has only just begun, I just hope that I can do a little bit for him. ”

"You stupid girl......" Feng Zhilan's eyes were full of pity, and she didn't know what to say about her.

"I feel very happy to be able to make a bowl of soup for him and share his sorrow when he is unhappy, and my mother doesn't have to worry about me." Liu Tingge patted the back of her hand, "The soup won't taste good when it's cold, you go first." “

"Ugh." Feng Zhilan sighed, how many idiots in this world are sad for a love word. But thinking about herself again, she didn't know how to explain Liu Tingge.

Along the way to the third floor, the door of Liu Tingge's room was empty.

Pushing open the door, a smell of alcohol came to my face. On the table, a few wine jugs with clear water and clear water were crooked, and on a show bed behind him, Tang Anzheng was lying there on his back, his chest rising and falling evenly, and he was already drunk and asleep.

Another sad man.

Feng Zhilan put down the ginseng soup, walked to the side of the bed and pulled the quilt to cover him, a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

Tang An, who was asleep, still couldn't stretch out a pair of sword eyebrows, his face was obviously thinner, and his cheekbones were slightly prominent. His chin is covered with stubble of different lengths, which adds a bit of manly charm to him, but he also looks sloppy.

If it was in normal times, with her loving temperament, I am afraid that such a Tang An would have been blasted out long ago. But for now, she just sat quietly, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes.

I heard that he did not hesitate to stab himself three times in a row for Su Meier, endured great torture, and made an extremely vicious oath, and finally exchanged for the life of his beloved woman.

The story is simple, but what man can risk his life for his lover at a critical moment? Who dares to openly contradict the emperor among thousands of troops?

He always does things unexpectedly, but he is extremely admirable. People who are desperate for love have won Feng Zhilan's respect.

There was a man back then who also swore to himself. But in the face of the temptation of power and status, he became a deserter and ruthlessly abandoned himself. Compared with him, Tang An's sincere heart made Feng Zhilan feel precious.

Isn't that the kind of person I've been looking for all my life? But how many Tang Ans are there in this world?

Feng Zhilan was extremely disappointed, and sighed softly: "Alas, when you persuaded me at the beginning, didn't you say 'I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated'?" How can it not work when you put it on yourself? A mere oath will really become a shackle to you? ”

"Mei'er, don't go!"

Tang An, who was asleep, shouted, startling Feng Zhilan beside the bed. The same shout, the same scene, he has played out countless times.

Feng Zhilan patted her chest to calm down, and just wanted to re-stuff the quilt for him, but he grabbed her hands in her hands.

Tang An had tears in the corners of his eyes, but he closed his eyes and said, "Mei'er, I don't want to say those words, I don't want you to be hurt, but I can't watch you die!" You...... Can you understand me? ”

Feng Zhilan's face turned red, and she gently pulled her jade hand back, but this guy grabbed it so tightly that she couldn't pull it out.

Seeing that his face was full of pain, Feng Zhilan's heart softened for no reason, and she let him hold it, and said softly: "I understand, I understand everything......"

Tang An got the answer he wanted, his heart finally calmed down, and he smiled: "As long as you understand me, no amount of suffering is nothing." Fuck the bullshit vows, fuck never overlive! Even if you go to the ends of the earth, Lao Tzu will find you back! Look for...... Come back...... Hahu ......"

After saying this, Tang An's hands loosened, and he fell asleep again.

Leaving those warm hands, Feng Zhilan was a little disappointed in her heart. Looking at Tang An's more and more mature side face, sadness flashed in her eyes, and she said softly: "Can I find such a person in my life?" ”

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