Chapter 124: Southwest, the royal newcomer

What do you think of the North?

Several people were nervous when they immediately discussed politics. Li Hongzhang said with a little caution: "Your Highness, my subordinates think that Yi Xin has had a close relationship with the Rakshasa people in the past two years, and sooner or later, it is a concern for me to rest and recuperate. However, the economic path of our dynasty will be smooth. If a sudden challenge occurs, the soldiers will cause trouble and will be undefeated by the benevolent."

Li Xiaocun said lightly: "Hefei is a bad word. If we don't unify it as soon as possible, our lifeline will be in the hands of the northern country. Three or five years later, I'm afraid that we will see the northern country's wink."

Yuan Jiasan frowned and said, "I can't understand this? What's the lifeline? What's in the hands of the North?"

Li Xiaocun said coldly: "Resources, not to mention other things, just coal. Three or five years later, if there is no support from Northern Coal, we are afraid that our factories will have to stop working? Isn't this a lifeline? Isn't it just being pinched to the throat?"

Although Li Xiaocun was a little alarmist, it was true that although there were coal mines in the Southern Dynasty, most of them were deep coal. The current conditions were not easy to mine. Today, coal in the Southern Dynasty was still self-sufficient, but it had begun to purchase a large amount of northern coal. As a result, the northern coal industry flourished.

According to the scale of economic development in the Southern Dynasties, the demand for coal doubles every year. After a few years, it will be necessary to support Northern coal. If the supply is suddenly cut off by it, it will be a bit of a damaging problem.

Yuan Jiasan's face looked a little ugly, and he was obviously kicked to a weakness, which made him look slow to the economy.

Li Hongzhang said: "The army must be famous. Now the ceasefire and the paper and ink of the agreement have not yet dried. Britain, France and the United States are just and rashly breaking the agreement will lead to a loss of words."

Li Xiaocun said: "What's the difficulty? The northern country and our businessmen in the Southern Dynasties have many business disputes. Our Ministry of Commerce and Foreign Affairs should have benefited the people, and should not be cautious everywhere."

Yuan Jiasan said: "My destiny and righteousness in the Qing Dynasty spread to the world, and the matter of military revolution with a provocative heart is too bad."

Li Xiaocun said coldly: "Duke Yuan has become pedantic and unified the north and south, and everyone hopes to return. However, there are thousands of refugees in the north, and I am afraid that I will feel disappointed when I hear Mr. Yuan's words."

You.

After walking for a few steps, there was another red wooden door ahead. The female guards on both sides pushed open the door and sedan chairs entered one after another.

Looking out from the curtain of the sedan chair,.

Moreover, because there are many emerging salary classes, many restaurants have emerged in Beiting Alley, also known as "farming and rice making". Each person can go to "farming and rice making" to enjoy three meals every day. The meals vary according to the monthly money. For one yuan rice, one meat, one vegetable and one soup at noon is extremely affordable, attracting many single officials.

After a circle, looking at the bustling crowds of people and various dresses on the street, the tight strings of these days slowly relaxed. The workers with dark and strong sweat towels on their necks, the clerks who were taking the rickshaw with their beautiful ladies, and the young students who were talking about state affairs in the teahouse were so full of vitality. Ye Zhao's mood immediately became refreshing.

Back at the Japanese-style mansion "No. 14" in Beiting Lane, in the dining room, Jinfeng and Aiyue Yiori were waiting for him. There were a few lighter sashimi on the bamboo and wooden table. Among them, Ye Zhao liked salmon sashimi. If you were tired of eating big fish and meat, you would find it delicious if you ate some light sashimi.

Jinfeng and Aiyue Yiori knelt on the side of the table. Ye Zhao smiled when he saw it, "I just crossed my legs. It's really uncomfortable to sit on my knees." That's it, but women, whether it's kimono or cheongsam, kneeling posture is indeed dignified and elegant, let alone such two beautiful women.

"Iori, you should like to eat it." Ye Zhao smiled and picked up a piece of salmon for Weiyueyi.

"Thank you sir." Before Aizuki Iori picked up the chopsticks, he clasped his hands together as usual, and said a few words of Japanese to the table of food, meaning it seemed like thanks, I started eating you, and so on.

Jin Feng looked at her with a hint of envy in her eyes. There was no doubt that this beautiful girl was so fresh in every move, and exotic style was coming to her. In the future, I don’t know how many husbands’ love they would take away.

As a wife, she always feels a little inferior when she married Ye Zhao. Whenever she sees these bright or cute girls around Ye Zhao, she feels that she is not as good as others.

Ye Zhao looked at Jin Feng and smiled, "Does the legs be wood?"

Jin Feng shook her head lightly, calmed down her complicated mood, smiled and said, "Of course, you have to eat this way to be authentic."

As he spoke, the unique sad and beautiful music of the Sanyi zither came from outside. There was a woman playing and singing while playing, her singing voice soothing and vicissitudes of life, and she had extraordinary appeal.

Ye Zhao smiled at Jin Feng, thinking that if he wanted to be criticized for cultural invasion in the future, he would definitely be criticized for being invaded by culture. However, now, he is completely stress-free. Appreciating quietly has a unique flavor of twitching heartstrings.

"Ah, it's Teacher Inoue." Aizuki Iori was stunned. He could hear that it was Teacher Inoue who taught her santong, the most famous zither in the country, and the royal musician. She has benefited a lot after only three months.

But Wei Yue Yiori did not move. When she came to China, she also knew many Chinese rules. Her husband was the most powerful person in China. No matter who was playing the piano outside, she could only follow him to enjoy it quietly.

Listening to the vicissitudes of music and chewing on the sashimi in his mouth, Ye Zhao nodded slightly, feeling that it was quite effective in cultivating sentiment.

No matter what Ye Zhao has done now, she will not be surprised. It’s like eating sashimi in China. The difference between soy sauce and mustard and *** is obviously better matched with the deliciousness of sashimi.

She didn't know that all kinds of sashimi were created by Ye Zhao a few years ago. Instead, she has been busy with politics in the past two years and has not been working hard on food, drinking and wearing for a long time.

The three of them didn't eat much. After the two musical songs were finished, they saw that Jinfeng and Weiyue Yior had nothing to eat. Ye Zhao put down his chopsticks and was going to have dinner with them. If they put the chopsticks first, they wouldn't eat them again if they didn't eat well.

Jin Feng clapped his hands, and then the sliding door that was pasted with paper was opened. More than a dozen kimono maids were carrying copper basins, towels and mouthwash entered one after another, and knelt in front of the three of them in three groups, and gave mouthwash, spitting small copper basins, handwashing silver basins, towels and other items.

Ye Zhao had long been accustomed to this luxury. Weiyue Yiori looked at Jinfeng's style and slowly learned various orders and uses of various utensils. Jinfeng envied her, but why didn't she feel pressure in front of this noble and beautiful Chinese woman?

This is the Chinese Empress. Aiyue Yiori told herself that she should not be rude in front of her. If she is embarrassed, she is embarrassed. She is embarrassed. She bought her. She is not?

"Hey, are you from Fusang?" Ye Zhao looked at the little maid in front of him in surprise. Although they were all wearing kimonos, Ye Zhao thought it was Jin Feng who asked them to wear it to suit the situation. Who knew that the silver basin in the little maid was almost spilling out of water just now, and exclaimed a *** word.

The little maid was so scared that her face turned pale. She knelt there and kept "inspiring Marseille".

Aizuki Iori was even more surprised and widened her clear and charming eyes.

Ye Zhao smiled and said to her: "Look, Jinfeng loves you so much, and you will not be afraid that no one will talk to you in the future."

Weiyue Yiori knelt down and moved a few steps, and said crisply: "Thank you very much, Mrs. Third Lady!"

Jin Feng hurriedly pulled her up and smiled and said, "This is just a gratitude in your country. It is a very grand etiquette in our China. If you want to perform this ceremony, you can only do it to your husband."

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "It's okay, just follow her own etiquette. Iori, tell these little girls, it's okay, tell them to go down."

Weiyue Yiori gave the maids a few words in Japanese, and the maids retreated in panic. It seemed that each of them was not old.

Weiyue Yiori looked at Ye Zhao again. Ye Zhao seemed to know what she wanted to say, and smiled and said, "You go too, go see your teacher Inoue, and let's sleep with her today."

Weiyue Yiori stood up with a "Hai" sound, and Xiaozi walked out like a flowing water.

Outside, the musician Inoue who was kneeling and holding a samurai koto saw Aizuki Iori, looked at her in surprise and couldn't speak.

Inoue Musician is in his forties and still has charm. Although she has only taught Aizuki Iori's three-month piano skills, she is naturally impressed by this beautiful geisha with a very deep foundation in piano skills. What's more, the only one who is willing to pay a large sum of money to Shutong Music Academy invites her to go to the geisha to pass on the industry is Harueguan.

"Watanabe..." The musician Inoue still remembers the name of Aizuki Iori.

"Teacher Inoue, my name is Aiyue Yiori now." Aiyue Yiori knelt in front of the well and looked at the teacher quietly.

Inoue was also very thoughtful and said in surprise: "Are you the Princess Yue they called?" All the servants in this big mansion were prepared for Princess Yue. Inoue had long guessed that Princess Yue might be a native of his country, but he didn't expect it to be his own student, or a former student.

Aizuki Iori nodded slightly and said, "That's what the Chinese call me."

Inoue suddenly put down his santry koal and said, "Miss Weiyue, I would like to ask you one thing. My younger brother was arrested by the shogunate for inciting hatred against the Chinese. I heard that he would be sentenced to death. I was also expelled from the music court by the royal family. Please find a way to rescue my younger brother. The Chinese must have a way."

Aizuki Iori was silent for a while, with a little sadness in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Inoue, I can't agree to you, because I'm just like you, and I'm not qualified to make any requests to the Chinese."

Inoue's eyes gradually turned red, and she sat upright and remained silent.

Ye Zhao didn't know that the women from other countries were sad about their fate. After Weiyueyi left, he looked at Jinfeng up and down. The charming feeling in Jinfeng's eyes seemed to drip out of water, "Master, let's take a shower and sleep here. I haven't slept with the tatami of ******."

Ye Zhao nodded with a smile.

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The next day, Ye Zhao, who was refreshed, summoned six people to discuss politics and affairs again.

Intimate with the golden phoenix on the brocade covered with tatami, it feels like it is in the wild, with a unique feeling, and it is completely different from sleeping on the bed. Ye Zhao was thinking that when the matchmaker, Rong'er, Hua Ji, Shawa and others are back, they all have to take a try. It's interesting.

The place should always be fresh. This is true. Last night, I got out with Jinfeng. Jinfeng was so tired that she was so cleaned up. When she came to the yamen, she was still sleeping. Her soft body was covered with a beautiful brocade quilt, which was indescribable. However, there were clear tears in the corner of her eyes, which made Ye Zhao love and pity. She kissed her a few times before leaving.

Another thing that comforts is that Aizuki Iori told himself that Mr. Inoue’s younger brother is a member of an armed organization that resists the Chinese, and that Aizuki Iori asked for the first time to ask himself not to hurt Mr. Inoue.

After hearing her words, Ye Zhao was too happy, so how could he harm a weak woman? Besides, can Inoue's identity be clearly not investigated?

Thinking about the situation in the morning, Ye Zhao couldn't help but smile again.

Aizuki Iori, wearing a purple kimono, was beautiful and quiet. She knelt quietly by the sliding door and told the story of Inoue. She even asked herself: "Sir, please don't hurt Teacher Inoue. If Teacher Inoue is hurt, Aizuki Iori is the sinner who killed the teacher. She can only use death to wash away my betrayal."

Obviously, because of Inoue's younger brother, Aizuki Iori was worried that she would do something unfavorable to Ye Zhao, so she would not report it to Ye Zhao, which was her dereliction of duty, but it was not her intention to report it to her. She could only ask the master for the first time not to do anything to hurt Inoue's teacher, just send her away.

Ye Zhao laughed at the time and said, "Don't worry, her brother, Jin Feng has asked someone to rescue him. Maybe he will receive a telegram from his brother's verdict tomorrow and will not be executed, but that's all. If I go to jail for a few years and still don't change it, then I will have no choice."

Ye Zhao could see the gratitude in Aiyue Yiori's eyes. No matter what, it is always a pleasant thing to be grateful to by this girl with extraordinary temperament, and she would feel comfortable.

To convene six political discussions, Ye Zhao hopes to determine the issuance time of the banknotes, and it is best to issue them after the New Year, and try to allow the southern country to digest the banknotes before the war breaks out.

After the last meeting, the South China has accelerated the preparation speed of the central bank. The Management Committee has long been established. It has designed the pattern of paper money with the Ministry of Finance, which is now in the refinement template.

The one-yuan banknote in the Southern Dynasty, under Ye Zhao's three vetoes, abandoned the original sword and shield pattern on the back of the Regent's portrait on the front, and used soft blue and gray as the tone. The pattern was a majestic landscape painting and watermarks were anti-counterfeiting. Of course, the current watermark patterns are not very complicated, but they are enough to discourage plagiarists. In the Far East, even if counterfeit money is printed with the power of the state, no country can imitate it.

At the Political Consultative Conference, Ye Zhao nodded slightly as he listened to Li Jianchen's report on the preparations for issuing paper money.

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If it is not updated at 9 o'clock in the evening, it will be updated at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Ah, I just went to read the comments, and some people said that I always mean that tomorrow is more annoying. As a result, I think this way seems to be a debt that is not more and more every day. This is also a psychological hint and I fainted.

Khan, in fact, if today's chapter is yesterday, it is not counted as the 31st, which is the first one, but this month it has an average of 6,000 words. However, because I often post to say that I will update later, update later, update tomorrow, update tomorrow, update tomorrow, and update tomorrow, it feels like I will pay for it today and tomorrow, and I don't know how much I owe it.

Originally, I didn't like to calculate the number of words, because I'm just the kind of guy who can write as much as I can. Sometimes I can't help it because this book is similar to the later stage of the official road, with a high angle, so there are too many things to think about, and sometimes I'm busy with time. It seems that we're having a conference here these days, so after being stuck, I can only make up for it slowly.

This month, I was stuck on the second day of doubled, and it can even be said to be the first day. I didn’t grasp the advantage I created for me. In fact, I was quite depressed, especially doubled, who wouldn’t want to write more?

But recently, I have interrupted the book review twice, but I did not notify me in time because I was late last time. Some people said that I said this and that. In fact, I asked myself that I would not update it on time 99% of the time. Occasionally, I really don’t want to interrupt my thoughts because I wrote it so easily. Can’t I forgive me?

I don’t want to pour out these bitter things. I have learned to endure some things silently after writing books for years. It’s even more boring to calculate the number of words, because to be honest, it’s also worth writing a lot, and it can’t repay everyone’s love for joining the army. What’s more, I can make enough money and fly. Who doesn’t like it? However, joining the army is indeed slow to learn, and I also like to slowly think about the plot and think about the language and psychology of the characters. I can’t be there for sex, but I can only do it according to my ability.

Today, I mainly talk about these things for every time I join the army, so I will say that the number of words in the book review area and say that the number of people who have updated the number of people. Of course, those who are urging updates to join the army, you should write more, or you have written too little and not enough to read it. I still like reading this.

But if the update is too late or the time cannot be adjusted for the time being, it will jump out and accuse the military of joining the army, or even reach the level of character, which is really aggrieved.

I ask myself that I am very conscious of joining the army. If I stop the update during the double period, I will not beg for nothing. I feel that I have no face to shout at the top of my throat. I usually feel like I am in debt for the day of interruption. If I don’t make up for it, I always feel weak.

But if my personality doesn't like Zhisheng very much makes people feel cold and arrogant, to be honest, I really give people this feeling? I'm really speechless. I have seen such comments in the book review area more than once.

Ah, tomorrow’s Little New Year, I wish you all a happy life. The guy who was hurt by my complaints will have a good New Year, haha.

In short, if you join the army, you will work hard to write. The first half of this month is nonsense, and you can barely reach the bottom line of word count. If you work hard to write more in the second half of the month, you will also strive to write more excitingly.
Chapter completed!