On the fifth day of the assassination of the little emperor, the turmoil in the capital had completely subsided. In fact, from a pragmatic point of view, whether the little emperor lives or dies has no impact on the Western Dynasty, and the princess's cronies have long controlled the government, and now they have only lost a puppet to hide people's ears.

The sun is shining, and the warm breeze that blows in winter, which is rare, seems to be a good sign. Princess Tilting Lotus sat down on the throne slowly, she no longer needed to explain more, everyone understood that she was the only one who deserved to sit there. The slender body and the tall throne are not commensurate, but the more contrasting they are, the more they highlight the woman's iron fist. The loose and heavy yellow robe expanded her body more than two or three times, like a phoenix about to spread its wings, and the blazing light shone on the entire palace, and the ministers all knelt on the ground, waiting for the two words to float out of her mouth.

"Flat. ”

The sound of rustling clothes echoed through the hall, and it was extremely majestic.

Zhong Yan Pang Zheng stood in the queue of civil officials, waiting for the princess to question the ministers. He didn't listen carefully to what the others were saying, he was surrounded by inconsequential little characters, and the things he brought up were just the same things that would occur in all dynasties and dynasties—floods, droughts, freezes, riots...... He was tired of hearing all these things, and the officials who raised the problem were perfectly capable of solving it on their own.

The reason why they proposed it in the court was nothing more than to get the princess's commendation and let her know that they had done a lot of great things in obscurity.

It's a pity that it's not great at all.

Don't they understand that all their actions are nothing more than repeating the deeds of their predecessors? Either they will achieve fame or repeat the mistakes of the past, which will make Zhong Yan Pang Zheng feel bored. His gaze only wanders on the object of suspicion, and he prefers to solve man-made disasters rather than natural disasters such as the bursting of the Yellow River and the freezing rain in the south. However, some old ministers always talk about these calamities, wishful thinking that they have glimpsed the ultimate mystery of the world.

Zhong Yan Pang Zheng never believed in God, whether it was the Yellow River galloping like a wild horse, or other disasters, it was a phenomenon that all dynasties had to resist, this was a test, but it was by no means a symbol of bad luck. As he thought so, his thoughts drifted away.

"Your Majesty, the fortifications of Nanzhou are in disrepair, and half of the city walls have been destroyed by the torrential rain, I implore Your Majesty to ......" The white-haired state pastor couldn't help coughing twice, the thick phlegm always rested in his throat, and when he spoke, he made a buzzing noise, which made people very uncomfortable to hear, "It can increase taxes and repair fortifications." ”

Increase taxes in Nanzhou? Zhong Yan Pang Zheng couldn't help but sneer. This state pastor who is over sixty years old is a little old and confused, Nanzhou is located in the southernmost part of the Western Dynasty, rainy all year round, relying on the seasonal fruit trading to live a good profit, among which the rich are all over, each of them fills their own pockets, if the tax is increased, it is the people who work hard in the end. During the reign of the princess, this kind of thing could never be allowed to happen, "water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn a boat", this is an eternal truth.

When this settles down, it's time to liquidate the misers who have made a lot of money. Zhong Yan Pang Zheng thought in his heart, and his right hand kept shaking on his cuffs.

Si Nongqing, the official from the third rank who is in charge of the royal family's finances, slowly walked out of the civil official queue: "As far as Weichen knows, the border of Nanzhou is stable, and there is no war, so why build the city wall?"

Stupid rhetoric. Zhong Yan Pang Zheng closed his eyes, as if he could not hear his words.

"Moreover, now that the royal family has spent a lot of financial and material resources to curb the bursting of the Yellow River, the matter of the city wall needs to be discussed later. ”

Suffice it to say the latter. He opened his eyes in displeasure and glanced at Si Nongqing. This ignorant man can't be the real culprit behind the scenes.

The early dynasty was still going on, and as the bell outside the hall rang, Zhong Yan Pang Zheng stood up straight.

Now comes the highlight of the day. Why is there always some inconsequential foreshadowing before the main play? Isn't it good to get straight to the point?" he thought as he turned his gaze to the front of the hall.

The last object of suspicion that was about to appear before him was the Northern Emissary.

Since ancient times, the northern border has been customarily regarded as the land of exiles, and some people who are unwilling to be killed by the imperial court, and it is inconvenient to kill, but they do not want them to appear in the territory, will be exiled to the northern border, where it is very cold, and normal people cannot survive for three days even in the warmest clothes, which is basically the same as the death penalty.

It is such a difficult environment that has raised a group of people who are not afraid of the cold, they used to be part of the Western Dynasty, but with the change of generations, they have gradually become the existence of the Western Dynasty, to put it bluntly, the northern territory has been separated from the Western Dynasty. It's a well-known topic that no one talks about. The northern frontier was a burden to the Western Dynasties, it could not produce anything of value, and it would be nice if it could be separated from it like this.

The problem now is that there are always people in the north who claim to be kings and try to counterattack the Western Dynasty. On the afternoon of the assassination of the little emperor, the princess received a letter from the north, not from Wutang, but from another person—Cangyan.

I heard that Cangyan is not his real name, but since everyone calls him "Cangyan", it is better to call him directly by Cangyan. He is the longest standing "lord of the north" in this decade, as early as the period of the emperor of the great words, Zhong Yan Pang Zheng had heard the name of Cangyan, he didn't care at the time, and Cangyan soon disappeared, he thought that Cangyan was the same as any arrogant and ignorant person, and was covered under the ice and snow after releasing the threat, and he didn't expect that his vitality was indeed tenacious, and he made a comeback a few days ago, and also sent two envoys from the north, saying that there was a deal with the Western Dynasty authorities.

We don't need to trade with the barbarians of the North. Zhong Yan Pang Zheng showed a wide eye, waiting for the two barbarians to step up the steps. There is no doubt that they will be shocked by the grandeur of the capital, and then they will bow their heads and walk into the palace in shame, maybe they will turn around and leave directly, telling their masters: The Western Dynasty is unshakable.

Footsteps came from a close distance, and the sight of a man's head first appeared, a tall man, even if he walked behind, appeared on the steps first, followed by a second person......

Zhong Yan Pang Zheng frowned slightly.

When things are different from what he thinks, he always subconsciously makes this kind of action.

He immediately realized that it was he who was arrogant, and that he had underestimated these two barbarians from the North—perhaps it was a little inappropriate to call them barbarians.

The first strong man to appear was wearing a huge robe, and there should have been no ice ballast under the warm wind of the capital, but Zhong Yan Pang Zheng always felt that there were some rough things mixed with it, which was a symbol of Ru Mao's blood drinking-barbaric, vulgar, and uncivilized. The brawny man covered his cheeks with a strange white skull mask, and his muscles were more exaggerated than any soldier present, and he looked like he could slap someone to death.

A huge, unreasonable beast.

Why didn't the guards let him take off this kind of thing? Zhong Yan Pang Zheng was dissatisfied, he secretly glanced at the princess, but the princess's gaze did not change, as if she had expected the appearance of the person who came.

She should have known that the information network of the Gonglian team was far larger than Zhong Yan Pang Zheng imagined, and probably when this strange combination appeared in the north of the capital, the princess knew their details.

Compared with the strong man, the other northerner was ordinary, he also wore a cloak, but he was very clean, and he seemed to be a general who returned from the north to the court to meet the princess.

Two guests from afar stood in the center of the main hall.

"Your Majesty," the eunuch's strange voice said, "this is Subi from the North." ”

The short man—he wasn't short, just compared to the other—stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "In Xia Subi, see the monarch of the Western Dynasty, Her Majesty Princess Tilting Lotus." "The voice is neither young nor old, it should be in the twenties and thirties of the flesh, and a person of this age is not suitable to be a messenger.

Zhong Yan Pang Zheng heard a hint of ridicule from his words, and he seemed to be disdainful that the hundreds of ministers present had all submitted to the weak woman.

You'll soon learn how powerful a princess is. He glanced at Subi dismissively.

"Your Majesty, the other is Xu De from the North. ”

The strong man stepped forward and didn't say anything. He doesn't seem to know the language of civilized people.

Princess Tilting Lotus's head shook left and right, looking at the pair, one large and one small.

"I heard that you came thousands of miles to the capital of the Western Dynasty to make a deal with Lone. ”

"On behalf of the Lord of the North, I would like to discuss the transaction with Your Majesty. ”

"Contents. ”

"The northern border will house all prisoners for the Western Dynasty. ”

"You've always done that. The princess narrowed her eyes.

"That's in the past. Subi smiled without hurry.

It seems that the strong man guards have given him too much security. Zhong Yan Pang Zheng thought to himself, if you dare to act rashly, the maid will take your head, if you say the wrong thing, your head will also fall to the ground, you went to the Western Dynasty, it seems that there is no such awareness, the princess is not other incompetent emperors, she will definitely be able to make you surprised.

"Go on. ”

The princess's voice was as low as ever, just enough to hold your breath, but Subi was clearly not used to this way of talking.

"Forgive me, can you please repeat what Your Majesty just said?"

The ministers couldn't help but whisper.

"Your Majesty said," Zhong Yan Pang Zheng came out, "let you 'continue to speak'." ”

"Who are you?"

"You don't have to care who I am. ”

"Is it Zhong Yan Pang Zheng? I have heard of your name, and His Majesty Cangyan admires you very much. ”

Zhong Yanpang's face did not change: "Continue to talk about the content of your transaction." ”

Subi was bored with himself: "His Majesty Cangyan can provide a place to accommodate prisoners, provided that the two states of Suizhou and Yuzhou are handed over to the north. ”