The construction of the school came to an end, and the agricultural harvest in Lingshui County was also carried out at the same time.

It's July, the climate is still hot, and the crops in the fields are ready for harvest.

Farmers began to enter the fields to harvest slightly ripe grain.

At the same time, the soldiers sent by Xiao Jiu to inquire about the news also brought information from neighboring states.

Unlike the peace of Qingzhou, Jizhou, Yuzhou, and even the states and counties further south have been heard to have broken out in large-scale civil uprisings one after another.

The imperial court had already sent troops to suppress many peasant uprisings and bandit rebellions.

Faced with an army that controls the state apparatus, these groups are vulnerable.

But as the incident fermented, the disaster became more and more intense, and the rebellions that bloomed everywhere overwhelmed the officers and soldiers.

However, Lu Yaoliang from Qingzhou Mansion had no intention of moving Xiao Jiu at this time, because his small Lingshui County had become a natural barrier to block the rebel army.

Seeing that the plague-like disaster is spreading everywhere in Great Xia, Lingshui County is afraid that more disaster victims will be ushered in in the future.

In this regard, Xiao Jiu felt deeply worried.

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In the north, Liangzhou City.

At the same time that the land of Guannei was full of mourning, a major event also occurred in the military camp of Liangzhou City that affected the trend of the dynasty's situation.

King Huai of Liangzhou died of illness and death at the age of forty-nine.

With the death of this tyrant, the political situation in the entire northern border has begun to become a little more delicate.

Previously, the six northern states warned Kyoto because of a series of feudal reduction policies promulgated by the imperial court.

Later, the allies were blocked outside Huya Pass, and both sides tacitly reached a compromise and began to retreat.

Although King Huai, who has always coveted a high position, is not angry, he is powerless in the face of the general trend.

The imperial court did not dare to press King Huai too hard, not only because he had heavy troops, but also because Liangzhou was the biggest barrier between the Guannai and the alien races.

When King Huai was alive, the six border states would be centered on him and deal with the imperial court together.

Now that King Huai is dead, he is left with a prince who has no military experience to face countless arrogant generals under his command.

There was no longer an actual owner in the entire Liangzhou, and the other five states would naturally set their sights on the young emperor in Kyoto.

In the city of Liangzhou, the envoys from various states who came to pay their respects to the emperor gathered in the palace of King Huai.

They definitely came to Liangzhou this time not simply to mourn, but more to spy on the reality of Liangzhou at this time.

I saw that in the makeshift mourning hall, a thin young man was dressed in plain white linen clothes, looking at the coffin in the middle with sad eyes.

Behind him were a group of crying women and an expressionless middle-aged Confucian student.

The messengers who came to pay their respects would bow to the young man after kneeling down to the coffin, and the young man would only bow his head slightly in response.

When the atmosphere of the entire palace revealed a sense of sadness and silence, a rough shout outside the door broke the peace.

"General, how can we live without you."

Before the words fell, a big man with a height of more than one meter nine broke into the mourning hall with a group of Liangzhou generals wearing armor.

The servants who were guarding the door were pushed and fell down as soon as the group of soldiers arrived.

Seeing this group of rude generals breaking into his father's mourning hall, a chill flashed in the eyes of Qin Yi, the son of the world, and he directly reprimanded.

"My father's bones are not cold, do you want to rebel by forcibly breaking into the mourning hall?"

Who knew that before he finished speaking, he was directly scolded back by the fierce general who took the lead.

"Why, we have all gone out with the general to bathe in blood, and we have died for life."

"Don't you even deliver the general's last journey at this time?"

In the face of Biao Han's ridicule, Qin Yi, the prince of the world, trembled his lips, and was so angry that he was speechless.

It was the middle-aged Confucian behind him, with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

The prince and the military generals who held the military power were-for-tat, and the Huaiwang Mansion was suddenly full of gunpowder.

The envoys who came from various states to mourn for King Huai also had different expressions at this time.

King Huai had just died, and before he had entered the ground, his subordinates dared to oppress Qin Yi like this.

It can only show that some internal contradictions in the Liangzhou army have reached the point of irreconcilability.

These border generals who licked blood from the knife may not dare to make trouble when King Huai is alive.

But at this time, there is only one son left who does not have much military power in his hands, and he can't knead it as much as he wants?

The friction between the two sides dissipated as soon as it was touched, but it didn't really make a bigger joke on King Huai's mourning hall.

The rude warrior named Yuan Zhen controls the most elite cavalry team in the entire Liangzhou, and his own family is also one of the largest families in Liangzhou.

At this time, King Huai died, so that Yuan Zhen, who was unwilling to be subservient to others, saw an opportunity.

Previously, King Huai raised troops and admonished Kyoto, but he was blocked outside the Huya Pass and could not advance an inch, and the logistics were seriously dragged down, and the people of the entire Liangzhou were all complaining.

Now he has gradually unified some forces that are dissatisfied with King Huai's secession of Liangzhou, and he has heavy troops in his hands, which is already a big force.

At this time, relying on the righteousness of the court, Yuan Zhen did not have much awe in his heart for Qin Yi, the useless prince in front of him.

Now that he has led the troops to make a fuss in the mourning hall, he is actually declaring his sovereignty to the envoys who came to Liangzhou to mourn.

Tell them that Liangzhou City does not belong to the prince, and King Huai's rule over Liangzhou has become a thing of the past.

In the face of Yuan Zhen's provocation, Qin Yi, the prince of the world, said that it was false not to be angry, but he felt that he was more than willing to do it.

So after nightfall, Qin Yi, the prince who guarded the spirit of the king, sent away the servants and drank the stuffy wine alone.

He had so much resentment that he wanted to talk to, but there was no one around him to listen to him.

You can only use alcohol to constantly numb your nerves and let yourself forget about your immediate troubles for a while.

But this way is only temporary, the sun rises high tomorrow, and he is still the joke that the person can deceive.

Just when Qin Yi, the son of the world, was guarding his father's coffin alone and was sad, the middle-aged Confucian who had been standing next to him during the day quietly walked to his side.

Hearing the sound of footsteps ringing in his ears, Qin Yi opened his hazy eyes and looked at it, and greeted him when he saw the person who was coming.

"Mr. Ye."

Listening to Qin Yi's drunken greeting, Mr. Ye didn't answer, he sat directly beside him, picked up the wine jug and poured a few sips.

The spicy taste made Mr. Ye feel a little uncomfortable.

"Your Royal Highness, this wine is very strong."

Qin Yi nodded when he heard this, and said: "This wine is called Burning Knife, produced in Qingzhou, it is indeed a rare spirit, Mr. still needs to drink it slowly." ”

When Mr. Ye heard this, he picked up the wine jar again and took a small sip.

"Your Royal Highness, this wine can be drunk slowly, but people can't wait."

When Qin Yi heard this, most of his drunkenness instantly subsided, and he looked at Mr. Ye with a frown.

"What do you mean, sir?"

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Ye made a silent gesture and handed him a letter from his arms.