This little post is worried about the country and the people, but his subordinates have long been used to it. "There is an undercurrent in the court. Yan Cheng, the disciple of the disciple, made a suggestion today, saying that your Majesty has been kind to the powerful for many years. Every year, there are countless children of the powerful and powerful, and the court

As a result, the country spent a lot of money, and some of the rich and powerful’s children were not able to serve as officials, causing harm to the country and the people..."

Zhao Sanfu stood still and praised: "What a great Yancheng. These are all what I want to say."

My subordinates are thinking what you want to say...but you can't enter the court, and there is no room for you to speak once you enter the court.

Zhao Sanfu turned around, and his men were shocked when they noticed a big bump on his forehead. He thought that Zhao Zhuangzi was not married, could he have been caught stealing jade and incense?

Zhao Sanfu squinted and looked ahead. Under the moonlight, the huge imperial city looked like a giant beast.

He said sarcastically: "Those powerful people only have their own family's glory and wealth in their eyes, and the Tang Dynasty is indifferent. The more people like this, the more the Tang Dynasty will decline."

The subordinates dare not say anything, but they think Zhao Sanfu's ideal is ridiculous. How can you, a small stake, interfere with the government affairs and influence the government affairs?

Zhao Sanfu stood under the moonlight, his voice as cold as the moonlight, "I also want to be as carefree as that young man, but after all I can't."

Yang Xuan is not carefree, but his heart is broad enough. In those years when he was treated harshly in the Yang family, he also silently recited Yang Lue's name. He hoped that a hero would descend from the sky and save himself in a desperate situation. But he hoped

After a long time, Yang Lue didn't come, and neither did the hero. From then on, he knew a truth.

"It depends on everyone to run."

Yang Xuan boiled water, washed himself clean, and then washed his clothes. When he lay on the bed covered with dry straw with his hands on his pillow, he couldn't help but think of the years in Xiaohe Village.

"I don't want to anymore." He got up and got off the floor, standing in the middle of the bedroom, closing his eyes and looking back at himself.

As soon as the technique started, his body felt warm and comfortable. Yang Xuan gradually fell into trance, and streams of breath gathered from all directions and penetrated through his pores.

These breaths were slightly cool at first, but after flowing through the meridians, they turned into warm water, constantly nourishing his body. Countless breaths flowed through the meridians, and finally gathered in the Dantian.

Yang Xuan slowly moved his hands closer, stopped when he was about to touch them, and then pulled back.

Bang!

The hands that created the suction force were forcefully pulled apart, and there was an explosion in the void. The breath overflowed, and wind suddenly blew in the room.

Yang Xuan opened his eyes, and his eyes suddenly glowed with light.

Like a flash of lightning.

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Chapter completed!