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The emperor's Dragon chariot stops at his majesty Dan. Hao pingguan bows his waist and reaches out his hand to let the emperor take the chariot. The emperor is from a military background and doesn't like it. He often ignores it. However, Hao pingguan still does it meticulously every day. With the spirit of perseverance, he finally makes the emperor get used to the style that the emperor should have.

Sometimes it is just like this. The more powerful people are, the less free they are. Because they stand too high and look up to them too much, and their every move is the focus of attention. Sometimes the emperor reflects on himself and feels sad. He becomes the kind of person he doesn't like. Standing in the center of power, he turns his hands into clouds and covers his hands with rain. He colludes with his ministers in the court and goes back to his place, Still have to carry, let the slaves awe.

He sat on the Golden Dragon chair, watching the civil and military officials kowtow to him, listening to them chanting long live the emperor. The voice of momentum reverberated in the hall, and the imperial power and heavenly power showed incisively and vividly at this moment. But he even missed that someone had yelled to himself fiercely: disobedient, be careful I hit you!

In the world, only she dared to beat him, and only she beat him. At that time, he was mortal, flesh and blood, and alive. And now, standing on the altar, he is worshipped, but who knows his emptiness, loneliness and coldness?

He was willing to be beaten by her, even if he was beaten black and blue. As long as she came back, it would be good to come back. He lowered his eyes mournfully to block those figures who knelt down.

Qianfan, come to my dream. Let me meet you. I'm about to forget your appearance.

The courtiers in the main hall saw the emperor and the old God sitting there, and said nothing. They didn't understand what he meant. When things were over, they should have a little reaction. But no one dared to urge them to look at each other. Did they want to go on?

Liang Yuansong, the Minister of the Ministry of household, hesitated for a moment. He stepped out of the queue, raised his hand, arched upward, and said, "emperor, concerning the reform of the tax system, I think that the distribution according to the number of grain and the number of grain, except for the south of the Yangtze River, can prevent the rich from evading tax. Moreover, increasing the number of grain and the number of grain is the basis for the continuation of the tax system..."

He was talking, but the emperor, who had been in a daze, suddenly interrupted him, "if you add more money and taxes, won't it increase the burden of the poor? If there is no alternative, the population will be hidden, resulting in the loss of tax revenue. The tax revenue will be spread into the farmland, and all kinds of taxes, services and miscellaneous taxes will be converted into one, which will affect the whole body. We should not cause panic. We should find a place to test it first, and then spread it to the whole country. Tax revenue is the foundation of the country. Only when the National Treasury is full, can we have a strong army, peace in the world, and no internal and external troubles, can we have a country The people of Thailand live a prosperous life, so that they can afford to pay taxes. Do you understand what I mean? "

All the courtiers were surprised. They thought that the emperor was leaving. Unexpectedly, he was in a daze. He listened to all their words and could give pertinent opinions.

Among all the officials in the column, the military officials always respected him, but the civil officials secretly complained that he was cold-blooded, arbitrary, able to lead the army and fight, and was a little inferior in governing the country. Now it seems that this is not the case. Compared with the Grand Prince and the prince, the one sitting on the Dragon chair now seems to have the cultural and military strategy that a monarch should have.

Outside the hall, the red sun is rising. Ning Jiu stands in the golden sunshine, like an unsheathed sword, tall and straight.

Jia Tonggang just inspected a circle, slowly came over, grinning and bowing to him, "good morning, Mr. Ning."

Ning Jiu takes a look at him, "it's not too late for Mr. Jia."

Jia Tong fork waist, "can you talk to me well, don't think you rank big can pressure me."

"Why not?" Rather nine indifferent way: "is not to say official big one class to crush dead person?"

"Forget it, I don't want to fight with you," Jia Tong said with some melancholy. "In those days, we ate and slept together. It was so good that we could wear a pair of pants. Now, less than a year after we separated, you will have a baby with me."

Ning Jiu: "you are strong, you can't wear my pants."

Jia Tong You don't hate me. I can't live He pulled the corner of the mouth to hum a, "don't blame I didn't tell you, Qi Hong is about to have a master."

Ning Jiuding looks at the front, and doesn't hear.

"Well, when I didn't say it." Jia Tong angrily shook his head, turned and left.

But he just stepped, an arm in front of him, "who?"

"What, who?"

"Who is the Lord?"

Jia Tong chuckled, "Oh, I don't think you're serious." he made a round of Ning Jiu and taunted him heartily, "tut Tut, you don't want to marry other people. You don't care what they do. Anyway, you're a good master. You've asked the emperor to marry you. Don't ask me. I won't say that. I'll wait until the emperor marries you."

He looked at Ning Jiu's dark face, with his hands behind him. He was so happy that he could not help shaking his shoulders and walking on the sea. As soon as he turned around, he felt numb at his waist and twisted his arm back. The pain made him cry out, "Ning Jiu, how dare you be bold in front of the golden hall? Are you not afraid of the emperor's punishment?"

Rather nine don't speak, hand with force, Jia Tong took a breath, scold the side of the guard, "all silly stand to do what, don't hurry up to help, I'm not your adult?"The bodyguard said in embarrassment: "Lord Kening is also the Lord of his subordinates, and his position is bigger than yours."

Jia Tong only had one mouthful of old blood to spit out. "You little people who look down on people, wait, wait for me..."

Ning Jiu used some strength again, "have this Kung Fu not to say, would rather suffer, you also calculate have backbone."

"Oh, you really want to break my hand. Release it. Don't you just want to know who is the master of Qihong? I can't say it yet?"

Ning Jiu loosed his hand, and his cold eyes gently circled around. The bodyguards who were just watching the crowd on the side immediately scattered the birds and animals, pretending to patrol.

Jia Tong rubbed his arm and muttered, "little jiuer, it's not me who said you. The emperor's temperament has changed for a reason. How can you also change? You can be cruel to your brothers. Let me ask you, are you really not going to marry Qihong? Since I don't want to marry someone else, why do I care so much? "

Ning Jiu frowned slightly, and Jia Tong immediately stepped back. "I said, I said, it's Prince Li. You know, when we were still in the mansion, he took a fancy to Qihong. At that time, the emperor was not willing to give up. Now, Qihong is old. For her good, the emperor will agree. Although she is a concubine, he married into the prince's mansion. It's hard to bear the emperor's relationship Don't worry about her when you feel aggrieved... "

"She agreed?"

"Why don't you agree to such a good thing?" Jia Tong took another step back. "Prince Li is always a little old, but when he is older, he will hurt people. This is what the emperor said in those years."

At the mention of the emperor, Ning Jiu's face darkened. He stood back in his original position and did not speak any more. He became an unsheathed sword, straight and straight.

Jia Tong looked at him some inexplicable, "small nine son, you so I feel strange, really with a change of personal like, Baba son forced out of my words, this reaction?"

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