This news was so explosive that it completely shattered Yan Jiaoran's concepts and cognition!
How is this possible?
If this is true, wouldn't all the wealth in the world belong to her, the Emperor of the Great Zhou?
If there really was eight million taels of silver a year for military expenses, Yan Jiaoran was even confident that he could immediately organize a large army to fight the Huns to the death, wipe out the northern desert, and even deal with the vassal states in the Western Regions together!
This is not enough, we have to conquer South Vietnam and occupy the entire South Vietnam!
Yan Jiaoran's mind raced, but only a few breaths passed.
Thinking of producing eight million silver coins annually and forging a prosperous era, Yan Jiaoran could no longer hold back and immediately urged, "Dog...husband!"
"Where is the silver mine?"
Qin Yuan said slowly: "There is an island to the east of the Great Zhou, and the silver is on this island."
"Legend has it that this is the Penglai that Xu Fu sought when he set out to sea."
Talking and talking.
Qin Yuan suddenly changed the subject and sighed, "Actually, if possible, I would really like to conquer this place myself."
"Husband, why are you saying this?" Yan Jiaoran was stunned when she heard this. "Could it be that there are your enemies there?"
"Don't worry, His Majesty will definitely kill him for you."
After hearing his wife's words, Qin Yuan did not react at all. He blinked slightly and looked a little dazed.
How should I tell people of this era about the stories that will happen in the future?
And what about that history full of blood and tears?
Night in late summer and early autumn.
It is the most charming season for the tipsy warmth and the pleasant cool breeze.
However, inside the house with the doors and windows tightly closed, Qin Yuan suddenly shivered.
Although it was pitch black, Qin Yuan's expression could not be seen clearly.
Yan Jiaoran inexplicably felt the sadness hidden in this silent situation.
That kind of unforgettable, nightmarish grief.
Yan Jiaoran raised her eyes and looked at Qin Yuan. The playful expression on her delicate face faded, and she became faintly solemn.
Outside the house, a breeze blew, and a few fallen leaves swirled down, one of which landed on the window.
When one leaf falls, we know that autumn is coming.
Qin Yuan was silent for a while before he started to speak. Unconsciously, his voice became a little hoarse.
"My lady, I once had a glimpse of the secrets of heaven."
"If I say...if, really, if, this city we stand on, and all the descendants living in other cities, will be slaughtered by the Japanese pirates, and the entire land will be reduced to a den of ghosts, would you believe it?"
Japanese pirates?
Hearing this word, Yan Jiaoran was stunned at first, but then she understood.
I guess that's what Qin Yuan, that bastard, calls the people on the island.
And heard later.
Yan Jiaoran shook her head, her expression showing obvious hesitation.
She still remembered the world map that Qin Yuan drew, and she remembered it clearly.
There is indeed a "big island" in the east, but it is just an island.
It is long and narrow in shape and occupies a very small area, not even one percent of the size of the Great Zhou.
Even if the Japanese pirates living there are fierce and cunning, what's the use of fighting ten people with one?
Such a large area is destined to not be able to support many people.
It is estimated that there are only about 10,000 to 20,000 armored soldiers on the entire island.
If the Great Zhou didn't attack them, they would burn incense, worship Buddha, and pray to heaven.
How dare they cross the sea to attack the Great Zhou, even capture the capital and massacre the entire city?
Why?
Who lent them the courage!
Do you dare to attack the Great Zhou with such a small number of people?
Even the Huns wouldn't dare to do such a thing!
Yan Jiaoran was certain of this.
"But why would I hesitate?" This thought suddenly flashed through Yan Jiaoran's mind.
After thinking about it again and again, this hesitation probably stems from the almost unconditional trust and admiration I have for Qin Yuan, this bastard.
Qin Yuan continued to narrate, his tone filled with anger.
"I saw in one city that the Japanese pirates would burn and loot everything they could see."
"The Japanese pirates' methods of killing are too numerous to list."
"Some people lit a fire and burned to death."
"Someone dug a hole and buried someone alive."
"Some were stripped naked and thrown into the icy river, where they froze to death."
"Some were shot directly or hanged by cutting the ropes."
"The crimes are too numerous to list."
"Two Japanese soldiers also had a killing competition to see who could kill 100 Central Plains people first. Their official newspaper published this news."
"The result of the match was a draw..."
"Because they couldn't determine who reached the 100th kill first, they decided to change the rules to 150 kills."
Yan Jiaoran was also furious when he heard this and clenched his fists.
If there are my descendants here, and they know what happened today, will they resent me, their "ancestor", for not doing something about it in time?
In an instant, Yan Jiaoran was no longer willing to unconditionally believe in Qin Yuan, this bastard.
...How I wish this were fake.
How I wish this was just a trick from this bastard...
"My dear husband, are you talking about the Great Zhou Dynasty, or the more distant future?"
Yan Jiaoran leaned on Qin Yuan's shoulder and asked in a lost voice.
"The more distant future, the future that none of us are destined to see."
Qin Yuan hugged his wife tightly and replied.
"Husband..." Yan Jiaoran murmured, hesitant to speak.
Qin Yuan patted his wife's shoulder, took a deep breath, and murmured.
"Have you not seen the Han Zhongjun, when he was young, he tied the captives and asked for a long rope."
"Have you not seen Ban Dingyuan, the cavalry of the remote region, urging the battle clouds!"
"A man should take risks seriously. How can he let his scholarly nature ruin his life?"
"Furthermore, the country is in danger, and the imperial edicts are being sent without stopping!"
"I throw away my old pen and put on my wartime collar."
"Over a hundred thousand comrades joined the army at the call, singing battle songs."
"Join the army and clear the barbarian dust!"
"I swear to wipe out the Japanese invaders at all costs!"
"——Don't care about yourself!"
After listening to this poem with strange rhythm and long and short sentences, Yan Jiaoran stood there in a daze, and was unable to let it go for a long time.
She seemed to see countless students in the school who were studying hard one moment, and the next moment they were wearing military uniforms and fighting bloody battles with the Japanese invaders.
Most of them had their tender faces forever drained of color and turned gray, but they still fell towards the enemy without yielding.
I swear to wipe out the Japanese invaders at all costs!
Dog man!
I will definitely avenge this great hatred for you!
Just consider it as a reward for your great achievements!
I, Yan Jiaoran, the Emperor of the Great Zhou, swear that on the Japanese islands, men shall be slaves and women shall be maids, for generations to come, forever and ever!!!
If Qin Yuan knew what Yan Jiaoran was thinking at this moment.
Most people would sneer and then say:
"You stupid bitch, do you really want to avenge me?"
"You stupid bitch, you're clearly after that silver mine worth eight million taels a year!"
"You're a slut!"
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