Sun Zixi's suggestion was ultimately not accepted. Li Jian said that there were only a few people in the Lingyin Academy, and they were all talkative talents. If one of them died on a mission, and another died on another mission, the one who would feel sorry for Huo Xiaolong would be the one to suffer, not anyone else.
In Long'er's eyes, those tiny countries were not as important as them.
I don't know what they were thinking, they could come up with such a terrible idea.
Huo Xiaolong felt that Sun Zixi was starting to act like a Han envoy. What, is your next step to sleep with the Empress Dowager?
Is he the emperor's biological father?
I'm so worried.
However, the Imperial Physician has been busy these past two days, as the King of Loulan wrote a letter to Long'er.
The above roughly means:
Dragon Princess of Great Yan, I heard you ascended the throne, but the journey was too far for me to go and congratulate you. Don't be angry.
But now I've come here, heading to the capital. I've come to talk to you about whether it's possible for the Great Yan to protect Loulan, and for Loulan to become a vassal state of the Great Yan.
Huo Xiaolong understood what he meant. In fact, the King of Loulan was quite cunning, as he had seen when they borrowed the road earlier.
If he had dared to resist back then, he would have been beaten even for the slightest resistance. Instead, they simply opened the door and evacuated the people.
Go ahead and take what you want, just don't kill anyone.
Money can be earned back, but once a person is gone, everything is gone.
He wrote the letter because Loulan was sandwiched between the Great Yan and the grasslands, just a small piece, but that small piece kept the King of Loulan awake all night long.
He was afraid that one day the Great Yan Dragon Girl or the Grassland King might be unhappy and find that place on the map an eyesore, and come over to beat him up.
Let's just go there and have a good chat.
Therefore, the Lingyin Academy is preparing to welcome the Loulan envoys.
"Should we be tougher or gentler?" Sun Ziyang asked.
The officials of the Lingyin Academy sat in the main hall, arranged in a circle as if they were having a meeting.
“I think it’s better to be more assertive,” Sun Zixi said.
"Zixi is just used to being tough," Dean Lingyin teased.
"Of course, that's the confidence we have because of our Emperor."
"However, I think Loulan came with sincerity this time."
"It doesn't matter if you're not honest."
The dean, who was sitting in the middle, stood up and said to Sun Zixi and her brother:
“If they are not sincere, Zixi and Ziyang will go; if they are amicable, I will talk to them.”
Sun Zixi's head is practically pounding garlic. Fine, let's see if I do it or not, then he'll be done for.
When the King of Loulan stepped into the capital of Great Yan, he was utterly amazed by the city's prosperity.
The city was filled with shops, restaurants, and fabric stores.
"Years ago, I heard that women in the Central Plains were required to stay at home to support their husbands and raise their children, managing domestic affairs, with numerous rules and regulations. Now, on the streets... how come there are so many women?"
Loulan's last mission to Great Yan was more than ten years ago. It wasn't like this more than ten years ago; there weren't many people on the road.
Looking around, apart from the old lady selling vegetables, there were hardly any girls.
Moreover, he spotted the brothel immediately. There was the faint sound of string music, and the girls, dressed lightly but not revealingly, were laughing and joking on the highest balcony. Several stunningly beautiful faces peeked out and were sizing up his group.
"With a new emperor ascending the throne, there will naturally be a new atmosphere. Now that the emperor of Great Yan is a woman, she will naturally be given greater comfort and all those undesirable rules and regulations will be banned."
The King of Loulan nodded; their Loulan was different.
poverty,
Whether you're a man or a woman, you need to do something; you can't survive without earning money.
Most of the time, the ideal lifestyle for ordinary people was for men to work outside the home and women to stay at home.
Men have better physical strength, giving them an advantage over women in both farming and manual labor.
After getting married, having children should be a natural process.
The elderly in the family are getting old and have difficulty moving around, so they need to be taken care of. The children are young and naturally need someone to look after them as well.
So women stayed at home to handle household chores.
But that doesn't mean these trivial matters are ignored.
Back then, men felt that supporting their families was a matter of course.
If one is capable, one's wife, children, and elders will drink wine, eat meat, and wear silk with him.
If I have no ability, I can only make them eat coarse rice and pickled vegetables.
They also don't think that women do nothing at home and just wait to be supported by men.
Regardless of gender, both husband and wife work hard for their family, but each has their own role.
However, such matters seem somewhat superfluous to wealthy families, so Long'er simply abolished them all. He could do whatever he wanted, as long as it didn't break the law.
Previously, Huo Xiaolong thought that burning the precepts and rules for women would be enough.
Later, when she ascended the throne, Cen Ang brought her a bunch of palace rules.
It was mainly aimed at the Royal Bride.
Before the wedding, the nannies followed the instructions in this book.
Long'er tore it up after reading just one page.
"Mom, what is this thing? Burn it quickly, it's bad luck."
Cen Ang smiled helplessly, sat down next to Long'er, and said gently:
"I gave you these things not to upset you, but to tell you that there are many rules in this world that confine women, besides traditional female virtues and precepts, and not just these..."
“Then all of that is useless. If there really is to be a set of rules, I hope that I will write them myself.”
Right now, in this Great Yan, only the law can restrain them; nothing else can.
The signboard of Wang's Pancake Shop is the most prominent, and it attracts a constant stream of dignitaries and nobles—no, it should be said that it attracts a constant stream of minor officials.
People with money usually order takeout from home and have it delivered.
Da Ni'er's stepfather was unlucky; not only did his wife not go back with him, he himself stayed here.
Now everyone in Beijing knows that the people who delivered the sesame cakes to them were from the grasslands, with a distinctive receding hairline.
"What do they sell here? I want to eat this."
The King of Loulan didn't stand on ceremony; he genuinely wanted to eat.
but……
He has no money.
Loulan and Dayan used different currencies, and their gold and silver were not in their possession.
The King of Loulan took a glittering stone from his purse, placed it in front of Da Nier, and asked:
"Can I trade this for some sesame seed cakes?"
Da Ni'er, that kind of auntie, is looking at the Dean of the Imperial Hospital. No, is the Great Yan really that poor?
Should the guests pay for themselves?
The Dean of the Imperial Academy was caught off guard when he strode into the shop and asked for food.
You, the King of the Grasslands, expect to eat whenever you visit someone's home?
Da Nier: Yeah, what else?
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