Chapter 18 The Tyrant Said, Boss, Give Me Back My Money
For a moment, her head ached. Some of her memories of the five years of tyranny became blurred. She simply sat paralyzed on the throne and thought carefully about life.
With her permission, Ming He began to classify the memorials according to the size of the events. With the man's skillful and concise selection, the backlog of memorials was quickly sorted out in order.
Famine, illness, corrupt officials, unjust cases...
The man's eyes were deep. These were like ants gnawing at the foundation of Jing State. Legal provisions were invalid, rituals and music collapsed. The current national situation could be said to be extremely dangerous.
He held the memorial about the famine and looked at Jun Lin with a frown: "Master, the famine..."
"ah?"
What caught my eye was someone lying in a salted fish posture with no image at all.
He rubbed his brows, feeling helpless and amused at the same time, but he didn't act like a fool in front of him at all.
"I said—"
She spoke.
The deposed emperor finally figured out the truth, and sat up with sudden realization, saying with a sinister expression, "That guy didn't sacrifice his body at all, and he's still a virgin. He took my money and just gasped a few times symbolically. Ah ah - I really can't stand it."
Panting... ?
Minghe's expression suddenly became strange.
She stood up suddenly, and slammed her arms on the table, causing the memorial to fall to the ground, but her eyes were still bright.
"I'm going to settle accounts with that guy. He wants me to get back the money he cheated out of me, including the principal and interest. Isn't he the crown prince of Yue? Isn't Yue rich? That's just the right thing for me to solve the problem of an empty treasury."
"Ah, lay off half of the soldiers and let them go home to farm. The elite troops will stay, and the grain seeds will be paid for by the state. I will do my best to negotiate with other countries to avoid war and buy more time to support the people."
"Oh, by the way, let Elder Man select talented people, and replace all the useless people in the court after confirming their usefulness. Send people to collect evidence of their evil deeds. By then, I will make them die with a sincere heart."
Jun Lin put his hands behind his back, his back straight, like standing like a pine tree, with an imposing manner between his brows and a slender posture.
"Please work hard during this period. The country needs to implement new reforms and the legal framework needs to be revised and improved. It's all up to you to do."
In just a few words, almost all the issues presented in the memorial were clearly arranged.
Ming He's fingers holding the pages of the memorial suddenly exerted force. His eyes were as bright as torches as he stared at Jun Lin's receding back. He suppressed the joy in his heart and spoke with determination and firmness: "I will not fail in my mission."
Jun Lin waved his hand and walked away: "Ming He is my Zhong Ziqi."
If you think what I think and worry about what I worry about, I naturally believe in you.
The man's lips, which had been pursed all the time, began to rise, forming a gentle and intimate arc.
"How could the master of the family not be my Boya?"
He shook off his sleeves and walked out of the hall with his hands on his shoulders, like the only heavy-duty traveler in the crowd going upstream. He resolutely tied himself to her, sharing the same boat and the same glory and disgrace.
"He is also my mentor."
There are many good horses, but there are few good horse trainers.
Among all the philosophers and schools of thought, who doesn't want to be valued by the king, to display his talents and realize his ambitions? But how many of them can be employed?
And now, Emperor Jing has completely entrusted him with the laws of state building and reform. It is a kind of trust that cannot be expressed in words, it is heavy and exciting.
…
The eagle dog, who had been sent back to rest, was now sitting in the same room.
Shen Sinian sat upright, his hands neatly placed on his knees in his wide sleeves, his clear eyes looking at the "huge creature" opposite him.
Just like a kitten looking up at a big bear.
There was a simple and dull look on Manhuang's face, and he looked dazed, just like an unenlightened child.
He thought for a moment, then calmly said, "Senior?"
Manhuang lowered his eyes and looked at him, question marks slowly popping up in the back of his mind.
"Is this title inappropriate? You met the king earlier than I did, so I think it's better to call you Senior."
Manhuang blinked slowly, his dark pupils staring at him: "Okay."
"So when did you meet the king?"
"Fifteen years ago, my master rescued me from a human trafficker. She held my hand and gave me a home."
At this point, his silly face finally showed all the expressions a human should have, including uncontrollable joy and relief. This was also one of the few long sentences he had ever said in his life.
Shen Sinian widened his eyes in surprise. Fifteen years ago, he was still in his mother's belly.
Jun Lin always jokes about this, saying that you kicked me before you were born.
His eyes suddenly turned respectful and solemn: "Thank you for protecting her before I met the king."
As he said this, he bowed sincerely, which made Manhuang confused.
Not to mention, this kid's temperament is not only Jun Lin's, even the big wood man Huang has developed some good feelings towards him.
"I will stand shoulder to shoulder with you in the future to protect the king."
The boy's handsome features still had some youthfulness that had not completely disappeared, but his eyebrows and eyes were bright and very beautiful.
Manhuang nodded heavily: "Okay."
Then Shen Sinian's eyes moved to the black iron heavy sword leaning against the wall behind him, and asked politely: "Can I touch the king's sword?"
Manhuang's tone was flat but a little softer: "Okay."
At least he was willing to let this loyal Falcon touch it.
Because the situation now is an eagle on the left and a dog on the right, isn't it?
Shen Sinian was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled, stood up and walked to the corner, carefully touched the cold and heavy red sword with his fingertips, and then held the hilt but couldn't lift it up for a while.
He was stunned, and finally managed to lift it up with all his strength.
"The sword is four and a half feet long and weighs 108 kilograms. It is difficult for others to even lift it, let alone swing it. In addition, the sword is too long, so few people know how to use it."
After he had taken enough of a look, Manhuang took the heavy sword from his hand, made a beautiful sword flower with it, and neatly put it into the scabbard behind his back.
"I am the Lord's scabbard, carrying the heavy sword on my back. I must always follow her side. When the Lord calls for the sword, anytime, anywhere, at every moment, I will place the sword in the Lord's hands."
The boy who heard the straightforward statement sighed: "I'm so jealous of my seniors. I also want to be relied on by the king like this."
Manhuang shook his head slightly. The huge height difference made him feel suffocated.
"You need to become strong, so strong that the Lord doesn't have to worry about you."
It's not that you become stronger so that she can rely on you better, but that she doesn't have to worry so much about you.
Because Manhuang knew better than anyone how strong that person, who looked thin and weak, with skinny shoulders and as vulnerable as a branch in the rain, was.
So strong that he doesn't need anyone else's protection.
Shen Sinian was surprised. "Thank you for your advice, Senior. Recently, Shen wrote to me that Bingwen is related to the royal family of Southern Xinjiang. The royal family seems to be controlled by other forces, and so are the specially made insects."
"I will be undercover in the southern border to investigate on the king's orders soon. Please protect the king. When I come back, I will have made some progress."
The straight lines of his lips curled up slightly and he nodded.
As long as someone is willing to become stronger for the Lord, he is happy.