Since the court increased taxes, the situation in Fengdu, which used to be bustling, has become somewhat sluggish, and the people are not having a good time.

This year is not a good year. The further north you go, the drier the weather. People in a village rely on two wells for water, and the water in the wells is almost dry. The harvest is not good, and the people who have a few dollars in their pockets are fine, but those who rely on those few acres of land for food will go hungry. The court collected taxes at this time of lean harvest, and the few dollars in the pockets of the people were taken away, and now even the little rice left in the rice jar is gone.

The imperial court has jurisdiction over the people in various places. The people cannot move at will unless there is a written approval from the government office. The imperial court has strict control in this regard, and this document cannot be issued at will.

Once the people become refugees, not only will the family lose their land, but if they are caught by the imperial court, they will suffer exile. Therefore, no matter how difficult life is in the north, the people have to grit their teeth and get by.

Merchants are taxed heavily, and the people are taxed more, and the people are complaining.

These days, merchants' business is not good. The people have no money, so who will buy things from them? Once the goods cannot be sold, they will lose money. If this continues, they will have no place to do business.

The town gate is closed because of the war, and the caravans dare not go there.

The rich are still rich, the poor can't even fill their stomachs, and the lives of the common people are getting harder and harder.

There are more and more beggars in the city.

"Grandpa, please be kind, my grandson hasn't eaten for two days, Grandpa, please be kind enough to give my grandson a bite to eat..." The old man pulled his little grandson, holding a broken bowl in his hand and begging on the street, begging one by one.

The thin child followed the grandfather fearfully, his eyes timid and a little scared.

"Grandpa..."

In the eyes of the common people, there are many rich grandpas in Fengdu City, and they will never be hungry when they come to Fengdu City to beg, and there will always be good people to give them a bite of food. As long as they don't run into that domineering young master, they can get some money every day in the city, and they can get by no matter how bad their life is.

A young man coming out of the building was stopped by the old man. The young man glanced at the slave behind him, and the little slave took out a few copper coins from his arms and threw them into the old man's broken bowl, making a crisp sound.

"Thank you, old master, thank you, old master."

"Master, be careful." The little slave helped his master get on the carriage.

Fang Ziye, who had just walked into the small courtyard, raised his eyes and saw the black spots flying far away in the sky. He retracted his gaze and walked inside, and saw the people standing in the courtyard. He was no longer surprised that Feng Lingxiao appeared in front of him.

He took a step, walked to the man's side and stood still, bowed his head and called out "Master." There was a sense of alienation in his attitude, and he did his own duty. After experiencing many things, Fang Ziye no longer dared to expect anything in his heart. It should be the same as before. The only thing that did not change was that no matter what this person asked him to do, he would not refuse, including solving his needs for him, which he did not refuse.

Feng Lingxiao heard the footsteps and knew who was coming back, and did not put away the letter in his hand. Seeing the person standing behind him with a lowered head and a pleasing look, an emotion flashed in his eyes, but it quickly passed.

He expressed his displeasure, but the more this person insisted on doing so, he could do nothing about it. He did not want to make the two of them unhappy because of these trivial matters.

The letter was sent from the north. Feng Lingxiao held it between two fingers and handed it to the person beside him.

Fang Ziye took it, scanned it quickly, and read all the contents. He frowned and asked, "What do you plan to do about this?"

Feng Lingxiao said with a cold face. But you can see his displeasure.

"Let me go." Fang Ziye said.

"No, I have my own arrangements. You just stay in Fengdu." Feng Lingxiao rejected the proposal out of hand. Fang Ziye's eyes were a little dim. He whispered "yes" and said nothing more.

He has followed this man in Zhenmen Pass for so many years. He is more familiar with Zhenmen Pass than Fengdu City. It is best for him to go. But this man has been holding him in Fengdu City and not allowing him to leave. Fang Ziye can understand why this man doesn't let him leave, but the more he understands, the more he resists it.

Fang Ziye knows that the death of General Li is the thing that this man can't let go of the most. Now Feng Lingrui also intends to take all the remaining old subordinates of the Li family army as his own. That is the last thing that the Li family left for Feng Lingxiao. It belongs to Feng Lingxiao, and he won't allow anyone to take it away. Now it seems that something must have happened at Zhenmen Pass at that time. As for what happened there, he has to go there and investigate it himself to find out.

In the past two years since they came back to Fengdu, they have focused most of their attention here, managing the affairs of Fengdu City, and have neglected to pay attention to the affairs outside Zhenmen Pass. They thought that with the Li family army at Zhenmen Pass,

they would be safe, but who knew that something went wrong with General Li, which led to the current situation. Now the situation in Fengdu City is unclear, and if they throw this one away and ignore it, maybe both sides will lose in the end. Since they made the choice at the beginning, there is no chance to regret it, and they have no way out.

"Ye'er, I..." Feng Lingxiao knew that Fang Ziye had misunderstood what he meant, and when the words of explanation came to his lips, he didn't know how to start. Fang Ziye saw the anxiety on this man's face, he smiled. In fact, he understood this better than anyone else, right? He said, "I understand." So you don't need to explain, and he doesn't want to listen, that's it.

The two of them didn't continue to talk about this matter.

Feng Lingxiao didn't want Fang Ziye to go to Hecheng at this time because he was afraid that something would happen to him. At this time, Feng Lingxiao's heart still didn't understand, even if he couldn't get the world, he didn't want Fang Ziye to have any accidents because of this.

It's just that some things, people can only understand later.

The news from Hecheng was not good news. When Feng Lingrui led the army to Zhenmen Pass, Feng Lingxiao actually understood the situation in his heart. It should be said that it was not that Feng Lingrui had set his sights on the Li Family Army. Feng Lingrui alone did not have such ability, but his good father had long been dissatisfied with the existence of the Li Family Army and wanted to completely control the world.

As for who else was behind this, we really have to investigate it carefully.

No matter who it is, he will not let anyone go! Feng Lingxiao narrowed his eyes, which were full of murderous intent.

"Waaa." The crying of a child rang out in the room. The child who woke up refused to be comforted by anyone. He waved his little hands to prevent his grandmother from getting close to him. His little face was red from crying, full of grievance, and his eyes were looking around as if he was looking for someone.

The grandmother who was taking care of the child was very anxious. The more he wanted to get close, the more the child didn't want him. "Little ancestor, please stop crying." The old grandmother was about to cry. He didn't serve the young master well. If the master found out, he would be punished.

The two people outside also heard the crying of the child in the house, and Fang Ziye's face did not show much expression. Children of this age are becoming more and more recognizable. He didn't know how the child had identified with him as his mother, crying all day long and not wanting anyone else, just wanting to rely on him as his fake mother.

He didn't know that he was not his mother...

Feng Lingxiao usually came at night, when the child had already fallen asleep. He had seen the child a few times when he was still in the cradle, and he didn't pay much attention to the child afterwards. When he heard the child crying, he remembered the child in the yard.

He lifted his foot and walked in.

Seeing the person go in, Fang Ziye followed him in, step by step, as if he was walking into an abyss.

The child stopped crying only when he was in his arms. He curled up in his arms and sobbed aggrievedly. Fang Ziye looked at the child in his arms. This was a beautiful child, but he just couldn't like this child in his heart.

He himself didn't know why this child always recognized him, and he was the one who took care of him the least.

The child didn't understand all this. Once he recognized the smell, he liked it. It didn't matter who else he changed. He just had to find that person. He was happy only when he found the right smell, and smiled, revealing his toothless gums.

"Yiyi...oh oh..." The child was happy, holding his mother with both hands, and babbling something in his mouth. His black eyes were like obsidian, very beautiful, and seemed to be able to speak. But this pair of eyes looks neither like his father's nor his mother's, but like the eyes of his biological mother who gave birth to him.

If someone who has seen the Princess Yi sees this child, they may think that this child looks a bit like the noble Princess Yi. But why is the Princess Yi's child in this small courtyard? The young master in the palace is the Princess Yi's child.

Fang Ziye looked at the child in his arms, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The child's babbling voice could be heard in the room, entertaining himself. Being held in his mother's arms like this is the happiest thing for the child.

The servants who were serving inside all went downstairs. Ershun came in with the cooked goat's milk. The young master must be hungry at this time. "Master, let me do it." He looked at his master holding the young master and asked carefully.

Fang Ziye did not put the child down. The child held his clothes tightly. He knew that he would cry if he put him down. "I'll do it." He said lightly. Ershun grinned. Of course, he was willing to see his master feeding the young master goat's milk. He stood in front of his master with the goat's milk and watched his master feeding the young master goat's milk.

As soon as the spoon was put to his mouth, the child opened his mouth and ate it. It can be seen that he was really hungry. While eating, he kept staring at his mother, as if he was afraid that his mother would throw him out.

"Master, look how well behaved the young master is." Ershun's heart almost softened when he saw the little master's little mouth moving.

The little slave was still a little sensitive in his heart and could feel that the master didn't like the young master very much, but he didn't quite understand. Seeing that there was a little distance between the master and the other master, he just thought that something had happened between the master and the other master, which made the master dislike the young master.

The young master is so cute, how can you not like the young master, master? Ershun wanted to make the master like the young master as much as possible. He didn't care what the other master was like, he only knew that this was the young master born by his master. He

lowered his eyes and looked at the child in his arms. The person holding the child had a gentle smile on his face, as if all the mothers in the world were smiling gently at their children.