It would have been fine if he hadn't said this. As soon as he said it, Lin Chunhuan felt his face getting even hotter, as if it was going to burn a hole in the quilt. He grabbed a pillow and threw it accurately at Feiying, "Get out!"
Without the man named Chen, life in Kyoto seemed to settle down all of a sudden, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
Just as the New Year was approaching, Qin Song suddenly visited the princess's mansion.
The first snow has fallen in Kyoto. A thin layer of snow hangs on the branches of plum blossoms, alternating between red and white. The clear and cool snow exudes a sense of distance, yet there is a faint fragrance that hooks people in and makes them unable to stop.
Hot tea was bubbling on the clay stove in front of him. Lin Chunhuan picked up the cotton cloth, bent down, grasped the handle of the pot, and poured a cup of hot tea for Qin Song in front of him.
The lingering aroma of tea was not at all out of place in this plum garden. "Are you leaving now?"
"The New Year is coming soon. Why don't you wait until after the New Year to leave? It will definitely be better to be in Kyoto than in the frontier."
Qin Song smiled when he heard this, "No, anyway, whether I'm at the frontier or in Kyoto, I'm all alone, with no ties. It's better to stay with the soldiers and drink and eat meat freely!"
Lin Chunhuan's slightly opened lips slowly closed, and he smiled silently, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Qin Song always acted heartless in front of everyone, so she almost forgot that he was the only one left in the Qin family.
Before this, although Bai Xiaoxiao had many problems, she was Qin Song's only relative.
"Then I wish you a safe journey."
Watching Qin Song drink up the tea in the cup, Lin Chunhuan responded softly.
But Qin Song's expression became more serious. "Actually, I came here today not only to say goodbye to the princess, but also to ask for a favor."
After staring at the man in front of him for a few more seconds, Lin Chunhuan pursed his lips and asked, "Do you want food or weapons?"
"I want cotton!"
Qin Song frowned slightly. "Cotton cloth, cotton clothes, cotton, cotton, cotton, something that can help the soldiers on the frontier survive this winter."
"Don't you think, Princess, that this year's first snow came earlier than in previous years?"
Although he was asking, Qin Song was clearly aware that Lin Chunhuan knew about all these things.
This year, not only did the first snow fall earlier than in previous years, but it was also much colder than in previous years. However, the team sent by the court to distribute warm clothing has not set out yet.
If this continues, I wonder how many soldiers on the border will freeze to death!
Lin Chunhuan was indeed very clear, she knew more than Qin Song.
It’s not that the imperial court is unwilling to distribute it.
However, natural disasters have occurred frequently in many places this year, and victims are everywhere. The court has no idea how much food and clothing it has distributed for disaster relief, but unfortunately the effect is very limited.
Even the national treasury can no longer withstand large-scale expenditures.
It’s not that we don’t give out winter clothes to keep warm, it’s that there are no clothes to give out and we can’t give them out!
If we want to forcibly gather a batch of winter clothes, there is only one way, which is to levy taxes. But this year is a cold winter, and if the taxes are increased again, the people will have no way to survive!
Lin Chunhuan lowered his head. It was clearly sweet tea, but this time when he drank it, it tasted sour and astringent.
When a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer.
Although these matters were confidential, Lin Chunhuan trusted Qin Song's character and disclosed all the difficulties. "So, it's not that Father wants to neglect the soldiers at the border, it's really... there's nothing else we can do."
"But I can hold a banquet and invite the ladies of each mansion to attend. In the name of fundraising, I can definitely get some money, which may help alleviate the urgent need?"
Qin Song smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I know the princess's good intentions, but that's an army of 300,000. Unless I can capture a royal lord, otherwise..."
Seeing Qin Song shaking his head, Lin Chunhuan didn't know what to say.
Wang Shen was a corrupt official in the previous dynasty. He was so corrupt that he became as rich as a country, and then he became so corrupt that he was left with only money!
However, anyone who can become a corrupt official to that extent must be a person of great wisdom. Not everyone can become such a corrupt official.
What's more, under the rule of my father, Sheng Kingdom is peaceful and prosperous. It is almost impossible for such a corrupt official to appear again.
As for the rest, they are just a drop in the bucket and cannot solve any problems at all.
"General Qin, it's not that I don't want to help you or that I don't care about the hundreds of thousands of soldiers. It's really..."
"No, Princess, there is another way." Qin Song pursed his lips. He looked a little embarrassed to speak, which made Lin Chunhuan curious.
She really couldn't think of any solution. The national treasury was empty, and natural disasters and man-made disasters continued to occur. It was impossible to come up with a large sum of money in a short period of time.
But Qin Song in front of him, apart from feeling a little guilty, seemed extremely confident.
"Although the imperial court may not have enough money, it doesn't mean that our Sheng Nation has no more. For example... the martial arts world."
While speaking, Qin Song turned his head and looked at Chang Huaijin on another roof from a distance, raising his teacup as if to greet him.
Lin Chunhuan was stunned for a moment, and only after seeing Qin Song's actions did he react, "You mean, Cangjian Villa?"
"It's not just Cangjian Villa."
Qin Song retracted his gaze. "There are so many big and powerful sects in the martial arts world. These people are not only very skilled in martial arts, but also have first-class means of making money."
"If there's a way to make them bleed a little, it won't hurt our own foundation, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the border can also survive this winter smoothly. But... I'll be inconvenienced, Princess."
Lin Chunhuan opened his mouth and subconsciously looked in Chang Huaijin's direction.
Then he nodded as if he had made a decision, "I understand. General Qin will go ahead, and the convoy carrying winter clothes will follow soon!"
"Princess!" Caiyun suddenly shouted, startling Lin Chunhuan. Her heart pounded in her chest. "General Qin has been gone for a long time. You should go back to your room."
"It's freezing cold in this plum garden. It's okay to stay for a while to see if it's fresh, but if you stay for too long, you might get sick."
Caiyun put a cloak on Lin Chunhuan while speaking, with a teasing smile on her face, "But Brother Feiying really cares about the princess. If he hadn't sent someone to look for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known you were here."
"Brother Feiying also asked me to bring a cloak, because he was worried that you, Princess, would be cold..."
Listening to Caiyun's chattering in her ears, Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips, feeling indescribably irritated in her heart.
If it wasn't absolutely necessary, she wouldn't want to designate Feiying's family. Providing winter clothes for all the soldiers on the border wouldn't cost her a single drop of money.
It’s hard to say, half of the martial arts world will be seriously injured.
"Caiyun." Lin Chun interrupted Caiyun calmly and took her hand with a smile, "Call Feiying in, I have something to discuss with him about our marriage..."
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