Fighting is impossible.

Therefore, the censors who were deceived and accidentally eaten by Qi Shan became the only victims of this incident. The people from the Censorate once saw Qi Shan walking around the wall, for fear that the other party would find a biochemical killing weapon that could poison people from their sleeves! Life is worse than death!

Spring goes and autumn comes, and cold comes and heat goes.

Another year in heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, time flowed smoothly to the eighth year of Yuanhuang.

An uninvited guest came to Chen Tang's palace.

"Which mud is you rolling back from?"

He spoke rudely, and all the guards appeared in secret, surrounded Chen Tang who bent down to scoop water and wash his feet, and drew his knife to face the uninvited guest. Chen Tang threw the wooden ladle back into the water, waved his hand to signal the guards to retreat: "You don't have to pay attention to this person."

When the guard received the news, he hid back in an orderly manner.

The uninvited guest sneered and commented: "A group of mobs."

I want to compete with myself for this strength?

Chen Tang said angrily: "They are still young and cannot compare to you in your 200s. There must be a limit for shamelessness. This is my palace. You can make people spread it next time you come. If you say you come, say leave. Be careful that I will lift your ashes!"

The uninvited guest did not feel at ease with Chen Tang's words. As an inhuman, he has long since lost his heart.

"Uncle asked me to ask you when will you do it?"

The skeleton in front of me was Wei Cheng.

Chen Tang pretended to be deaf and dumb: "What to do?"

Wei Cheng knew she was intentional and still reminded: "You don't have much time left, and the world is only the northwest in your hands."

The last time the war broke out was to use troops against Zhenguo.

Wei Cheng's uncle and nephew thought Chen Tang would continue to move troops to the southwest or central region while taking advantage of his morale. Unexpectedly, he had no intention of extorting a circle of small countries and taking advantage of it. He stopped with satisfaction. Until the eighth year of Yuanhuang, there was no war!

Chen Tang: "What a hurry? It's not half an hour since the end of this year's Jitian ceremony. War is important, and eating a full meal is important."

Food is the most important thing for people.

With today's productivity, it is still highly dependent on land output, and spring plowing is naturally a top-notch event. The rituals mentioned by Chen Tang were that before the spring plowing, the king and civil and military officials worked together to cultivate the land, Chen Tang helped the plough and whip, the officials were responsible for sowing seeds, and worshiped the Spring God to pray for good weather this year. Generally, they were symbolic to plow a few pieces, and the meaning was enough. In this way, the people of Kangguo expressed their importance to farming, and most of the land was handled by specialized farmland leaders.

But Chen Tang is a strange flower.

She led all civil and military officials to pack up all the thousands of acres of land, and then divided the pasta made from the crops produced in the last year into several parts, and rewarded part to the civil and military ministers, hoping that they would remember that "every grain is hard-working" and continue to uphold the fine style of frugality, simplicity and integrity, and reward part to the farmers who came to watch the ceremony, thanking them for working with their hands to support Kang Guo.

The rest are included in the warehouse for charity and relief.

These things began since the time of Ha Yin.

He persisted until the eighth year of Yuanhuang today.

Wei Cheng looked at Chen Tang who bent down and worked all day long and was covered in fishy weather, and suddenly felt like he was hitting his fist on cotton.

He said annoyedly: "Why, I'm still wrong?"

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Chen Tang did not want to anger Wei Cheng, and comforted him: "Wei Chehou was naturally not wrong. He only paid attention to the right time, place, and people in war. Only by gathering all three can you defeat the attack and win the battle, and you will not lose any defeat."

Wei Cheng didn't even take this trick, and he said disgusted: "Don't drop the book bag with me. If you believe in military books, it's better not to believe it. Who is following the military books in the war?"

Lao Deng said so, Chen Tang simply shut up the wheat.

Wei Cheng's uncle and nephew had different positions and Chen Tang. The relationship between the two sides was not very good. There were few topics to talk about when they got together. Chen Tang was closed, and Wei Cheng could only silence. The atmosphere was so awkward that the secret guards wanted to hold their breath and suck their feet. In the end, Wei Cheng couldn't hold his breath first, and in a few breaths, he had eight hundred small moves: "You, you--hey, Kang Guo is also very good."

Chen Tang was finally willing to give him a look.

"It's rare that Wei Chehou can say something good..."

She swore that she was not sarcastic, but it added a sarcasm to Wei Cheng's ears. The flames in his eyes also pounded, and the color showed a bit of danger and deepness. He said in a deep voice: "It's very similar to the future I imagined with the first lord back then."

Kill through this turbid and chaotic world, and then the darkness is dawn.

How many old friends back then had this idea?

It’s a pity that the peaceful and prosperous times only remain at the illusory level of imagination. I have never seen it with my own eyes and I regret it for life.

Kang Guo seemed to have concreted this imagination.

Have enough food and clothing, and don’t pick up any leave of absence on the road.

There are many times of east and west, lined up front and back.

My uncle has been trapped in Kangguo for several years and has self-inferior imprisoned and reflected on himself. He has a calm mind. He occasionally sent a cultural spirit to walk outside and breathe, which is inevitable to deal with Kangguo's market. All food, clothing, housing and transportation have made this aristocratic family silent for more than 200 years ago.

I recall that the Wei family was still suffering from hunger. Nowadays, the most ordinary people in the city have surplus food, and they are wearing coarse linen clothes without patches. Ordinary children can also go to local officials to read a few words. Widows, widows, widows, orphans and orphans have a basis...

Wei Cheng seemed a little awkward and squeezed out a low voice.

“…Uncle he… hope you can win…”

[How unwilling to be such a grand scene but only a flash in the pan?]

Wei Lou knew that Chen Tang spent most of his energy and financial resources on governing Kangguo over the years. If this were not the case, how could there be earth-shaking changes in a few years? He had never seen anyone with great power, and could still stick to his original intentions as always, not arrogant and extravagant, not be happy with merits, and not abuse his authority... Occasionally, there are all kinds of messy scandals, which are just fabricated by the people, and there is no evidence.

Just from the self-control that restrains desires—

Chen Youli is indeed a god.

But, this "god" should not forget the serious business!

If the unification cannot be completed within a time limit, no matter how well the Kang Kingdom is managed and how prosperous it is, it will only become the afterglow of the sunset.

Chen Tang was stunned for a moment, and his serious eyebrows eased: "I also know that time is tight, but I just have a chance."

Or, there is one reason for the attack!

Wei Cheng rarely had an impatient attack: "Luli is talking, what opportunity do you have? I may be able to give you some advice."

After all, it was also the former leader of the Eternal Life Sect.

Even though the current Eternal Life Cult has long been divided privately by major families in the southwest and seeking personal gain through doctrines, Weicheng can still do it if he wants to cause trouble. For example, he issued an oracle and instigated believers with a certain status in the secular world to illegally invade the border of Kang State. If he fails, he will randomly sacrifice a bad guy...

With the handle, you can take advantage of the opportunity to attack the troops and make the division famous.

Chen Tang said, "What a hurry?"

She took a sip of tea: "It's already being arranged."

Wei Cheng was so angry that he threw his sleeves away by Chen Tang's temperament. Before leaving, he cursed: "Dog bite Lu Dongbin and doesn't know the good people's hearts!"

The twenty-year-old Hou Che came to help, but she was not ignorant!

Chen Tang: "..."

Looking at the direction where Wei Cheng disappeared, she pressed her eyebrows and vomited all her breath: "I'm quite impatient at such a young age."

dingdou, dingdou—

Chen Tang heard the sound of his wings flapping and flapping, and then something was rhythmically pecking the window. She moved her heart and stood up to push the window open. A blue bird jumped onto her fingertips, then melted and stretched into a flower paper with literary style.

The content of the flower note is only a few sentences.

She looked southwest from afar and murmured to herself.

"It's the wind, it's the east wind."

The spring is chilly and the young are killed.

The weather has been repeated this spring, and winter has begun in half of the territory of Qi.

The sudden drop in temperature made the already wet and dull dungeon even more chilling. The dark walls were covered with mold and moss, and the rotten haystacks left a few mottled spots on the ground. The woman in a thin spring shirt curled up in the corner, hugging her knees with her hands, and her forehead was lightly against her knees.

Crazy-

The door chains were opened.

The metal touch made a crisp sound that broke the dark silence.

The dungeon is low and cramped, and the door is open and cannot be filled with fresh air. The woman in the lead was wearing a gorgeous dress, followed by two jailers to help light the lights, and whispered from time to time to remind her to be careful under her feet. The woman said, "No need to serve here."

The jailer looked embarrassed: "This, this won't work..."

The woman no longer forced her to hear this.

His eyes turned to the end of this cell.

"Then you open the door, is that okay?"

The prison guard did not dare to offend the famous people around the king, so he took out a bunch of keys and opened the door: "There is not much time, you can do it as soon as possible."

The woman walked into the cell and called out: "Mrs. Cui——"

The curled woman moved slightly, raised her head, revealing a haggard and pale face, her eyes were numb and unconscious, and she stared at the person who came for a while before she recognized the other person's identity.

The hoarse voice couldn't hide its loss: "...it's you."

"yes……"

The woman said weakly: "I thought it would be Cui Zhishan."

"He can't come now, but you can get out soon."
To be continued...