Zhu Xingli rubbed his chin, "Feng Zhong, tell me."
Everyone's eyes gathered together, Feng Zhong looked at the serious prince, then at the master who was drinking, and slowly got up, "All the annual tributes use deer glass, and the price of deer glass will increase. Correspondingly, gold Silver will become worthless. Except for the Zhu family who owns mines, the other princes have to collect more gold and silver from their subjects in exchange for deer glass, and the subjects can only collect more taxes from the people. The people are miserable, and eventually To the chaos of the world."
Neither the crown prince nor the Zhong brothers had heard of this kind of statement, and they were very surprised.
"How do you know that the price of deer glass will increase? Take the gold and silver from the annual tribute to exchange for deer glass, isn't it still the same thing." Zhong Youyu didn't quite understand.
The prince also frowned and looked at Zhu Xingli.
"Why don't you understand?" Lin Xin sneered, "Because the Zhu family digs out a fixed amount of deer glass every year."
"Yeah, it's like a roast chicken shop that only makes 20 chickens a day, and everyone buys one. Now everyone wants to buy two. If there are not enough chickens, the one with the highest price will get it." Feng Zhong Explain dutifully.
"Well said!" Emperor Feng Zhuoyi walked in with a smile, waved his hand to signal everyone not to be too polite, and patted Feng Zhong on the shoulder, "My son should be the pillar of the country."
"Father is too praised." Feng Zhong quickly lowered his head, but after all, he was a young man, and he couldn't help but be a little bit excited after receiving his father's praise.
The prince's jaw was tense, and he said nothing.
Shen Lou looked at this scene with dim eyes. When the sixth prince returned to the palace in his previous life, he was not treated so well, and he had never heard that the emperor valued his Highness so much. On the contrary, it was the prince who took care of Feng Zhongduo. When things go wrong, there must be demons. What is the emperor doing now
After school was over that day, the emperor gave the king of England the post of Zhongshu Sheng, and ordered him to go to Zhongshu Sheng every day to bring the processed memorials to the imperial study.
Walking in Zhongshu Province is not a formal official position, but it has a lot of contact with government affairs, and only those who are deeply trusted by the emperor can be competent.
In the blink of an eye, August 15th passed, and the weather became colder every day.
The craze of Qiu Wei dissipated, and the city of Yongdu was much deserted. Shen Lou sat on the second floor of the teahouse and listened to Huang Ge's report on the recent situation.
"After the siege of Yanqiu, no traces of barbarians were found in that area. He Liuhun is the barbarian's respectful name for a warrior. It is difficult to find out who that person is. But my subordinates have heard that General Wen Shilan, who killed the wolf, had a strange man under his command. Nine feet, strong enough to carry a tripod, I don't know if it's this He Liuhun." Huang Ge's servant took over the news network, and his sharpness of speaking improved by leaps and bounds.
Shen Lou stroked the hilt of Yu Yuan's sword with one finger, "Wen Shilan, has there been any movement recently?"
"The news from Huan Xinghai said that he is conquering the Dayan tribe." Just as he was speaking, Zhong Youyu's noisy voice came from outside, Huang Ge immediately stopped reporting and stood aside to install a pillar.
"Why are you sitting in the corner hut here? It's hard to find me." Zhong Youyu lifted the curtain with a bag of fried melon seeds, followed by Zhong Wumo, whose face was sinking like water.
"What happened?" Shen Lou asked after seeing Zhong Wumo's expression.
"Hey, it's not about returning to the Western Regions. I think the emperor is determined to wait until we are crowned before releasing us. It's useless for the crown prince to say it." Zhong Youyu sighed, and sat down with his younger brother. On the fifteenth day of the lunar month, Uncle Zhong Suifeng tried to take them back again, but was refuted by the emperor again.
"I heard from your family members that the Rong people are in chaos, what's going on now?" Shen Lou pushed the teapot to Zhong Youyu and asked him to pour tea by himself.
"Hey, don't mention it. The Western Regions are still in chaos. My uncle can only call his subordinates to discuss and discuss. The subordinates have their own ideas. Uncle thinks that whether this is good or that is good, he can't make a decision. It's all delayed. "Zhong Youyu was angry, and took a big mouthful of tea.
The Zhong family was declining day by day, but their brothers could only be trapped in a square inch of the capital.
Shen Lou looked down, not commenting on the Zhong family's affairs. There was a burst of noise in the lobby downstairs, Huang Ge went out to take a look, and found that some scholars were discussing current affairs, and they were all blushing.
"The crown prince asked you to book it?" Shen Lou pointed to those seats, those who drank tea were all poor students, chatting in this expensive teahouse every day these days, and the bills were recorded in Zhong Youyu's name.
Zhong Youyu smirked, "The prince wanted to fight the King of England, so he thought of such a trick. I don't know what the emperor thinks, if he spoils the King of England so much, can the prince not be in a hurry?"
What the emperor thinks, Lin Xin knows.
Looking at the memorial in his hand, Lin Xin smiled secretly, and finally came.
[The four domains are rampant, there are many soldiers, and they have not listened to orders for a long time. If things go on like this, the king's prestige is weak, the country is in turmoil, and the ancestral temple does not exist. The law of cutting the deer should be practiced, and the tribute of the year will be cut to cut down the land of the princes...]
The half-words are not different from the half-words I saw in the previous life. Lin Xin carefully identified the handwriting, and it was more than beautiful, but not strong enough. Immortals always have a little spiritual power when writing, and it is easy to write through the back of the paper. This person writes very lightly, so he should be a mortal.
He was a mortal!
Feng Zhong also looked at the memorial, frowning.
"What does Jiuying think?" Feng Zhuoyi asked Feng Zhong.
"This method is very beneficial to the imperial power, but it is very difficult to implement. The power of the major families is tyrannical, and I am afraid that no one has the courage to do it." Feng Zhong told the truth.
The so-called law of cutting the deer means that every year when the princes pay the annual tribute, they will be strictly inspected. If the catty is too heavy or the color is not enough, part of the fief will be cut off as a punishment. Cut off one county at a time, and slowly map it out. In the long run, after a few generations, the feudal lands of the princes will disappear.
"My son is really smart. In this way, the prince is not as good as you." The emperor said with emotion.
Feng Zhong's complexion changed slightly, and he hurriedly said that he didn't dare, "My minister is just talking nonsense, the prince's elder brother is so powerful and powerful, no minister can compare with him."
The emperor smiled meaningfully, "Don't underestimate yourself, I was neither a descendant nor an elder when I was a child."
Saying this makes a lot of sense. Feng Zhong didn't dare to answer, and pretended not to hear.
"Lu Li is the world's plan, and this fact is not easy. I will give him supreme authority if he takes on this important task," Feng Zhuoyi looked at Lin Xin who bowed his head and said nothing, "The King of England has been traveling in Zhongshu Province for a long time, do you have any recommendations? Candidates?"
This law of cutting deer was proposed by someone a few years ago, and Feng Zhuoyi has already made a detailed plan since it was perfected, but the knife standing in front of people has never been found.
Those recommended by the crown prince, such as Zhou Kang and others, did not satisfy Feng Zhuoyi. Zhou Kang is more than ruthless, but lacks courage. He was born in a small family, and he has natural resentment and natural fear towards the big nobles.
After several conversations, the emperor was pleasantly surprised to find that Lin Xin was exactly the knife he was looking for. Killing twenty-three barbarians without changing his face; powerful and powerful, he can defeat the champion of martial arts with a few moves; lonely and angry, consciously keeping a distance from the children of the family; rebellious and unruly, not even giving face to the prince.
But a sharp knife needs a handle that can be controlled, and this handle is the Sixth Prince.
Before Feng Zhong could react, Lin Xin had already knelt down on one knee, "I am willing to cut a deer for Your Majesty!"
"Lin Xin, do you know what this is for?" The emperor stood up and looked at him incredulously.
"I don't know, but I know that my father has not been repaid for the emperor's favor!" Lin Xin raised his head and looked firmly at the emperor, like a wolf cub just out of the nest, fearless and loyal.
"Okay, okay!" Feng Zhuoyi went over excitedly, raised his hand, and the guards came with an old scimitar, "I see that you don't have a spiritual sword yet, so I will give you this ancient sword. After seeing this The knife is like seeing me."
It happened so fast, Feng Zhong watched all this in a daze, only came out of the imperial study room, and grabbed the hook in Lin Xin's hand, "Xinxin, let's return the knife to Emperor Father, you can't do this .”
Lin Xin snatched Tungou back, and said with a smile, "Why, as long as you get promoted, I'm not allowed to get rich?"
Feng Zhong stopped him, and said anxiously: "Is this money so easy to make? Do you know what it is for?" Carrying out the law of cutting deer is to make enemies of all the princes and families!
"I know." Lin Xin said in a low voice, no one knew better than him what the deer-cutting law, which was later called the deer-dispensing order, was for. Pushing away the junior brother who was still talking, he ran directly to the East Palace.
He did something bad again, so he had to tell Shen Qingque.
Shen Lou had just returned from outside the palace, and as soon as he entered the East Palace, he met the eunuch who came to announce the decree, and Lin Xin who was wearing a demon sword and swallowing hook on his waist. The imperial decree announced that Lin Xin would be granted the title of Marquis of Cutting Lu, inheriting the fiefdom of his father Lin Zhenghan, and occupying the position of Liehou. Give a treasure knife to swallow a hook, and there are countless rare treasures.
"The emperor granted me the title of Marquis of Deer Cutting," Lin Xin dismissed the palace servants, then jumped in front of Shen Lou, holding up the hook to show off, "and rewarded me with this knife."
Shen Lou looked at him darkly, took the demon sword slowly, remained silent for a long time, and slammed it on the ground fiercely, "Lin Bucheng, why did you become Marquis of the Deer again? What did this title bring to you in your previous life?" Do not you remember?"
Lin Xin was stunned for a while, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Again? Last life?"