Two seventeen-year-old honorary scholars, full of dreams and life and death experience on the battlefield, nothing can really scare them, and nothing will make them feel that they cannot do it. Compared to them, who were possible, Fengjun in Yingdu City felt that the sky collapsed overnight. They felt that "supporting" Xiong Jing as the prince was a complete mistake.

Chunshen Jun Huang Xie was the ruling magistrate, and liked to use wandering scholars and officials to replace the monarch and hereditary Duke Yin. However, due to the national conditions of Chu, the implementation of officialization was mostly in Lu, Song and Wu, and the monarchs could not benefit from the monarchs. After Xiong Jing ascended the throne, they hoped that Xiong Jing could all withdraw all the officials and hand over the county and towns to them, or to crack down on the hereditary Duke Yin and hand over the county and towns of her husband's clan to them. As a result...

All the officials were really withdrawn, but the ones who took over were honorary soldiers. The husbands who did not serve the king were not punished, but were pardoned. Not only were they pardoned, but they contracted the counties to them. It was said that it was contracting, but in fact it was a feudal. After such trouble, they still went to the Gu Lu to have a free meal and did not take anything.

"Your Majesty, I am loyal to the king. How can the king? How can the king?..." At the Luyang Jun's mansion, Ji Lingjun was crying with a group of Fengjun. Just like that day Zhaoshu, he felt that these people were abandoned by the king, and he felt full of grievances in his heart.

"Your Majesty, my husband's clan has long been planning to rebel against the king. The king's contracting system is a disaster!" An Lingjun shouted.

A bunch of Fengjun complained like women. No matter how good the Lu Yang Jun Lu Qing had a good temper, he was a little impatient. These people knew how to eat and drink in a year. In addition, the elegant ones only like to write poems and essays, while the vulgar ones were fighting cocks and dogs. Huang Xie looked down on them at the beginning, but because of the decency of the king and the princes, he had to give them Gu Lu every year.

"Your Majesty, why don't the king punish him for not serving the king?" Ji Jujun was calmer and his tone was less complaining.

"Why?" Luyang Jun smiled bitterly. "For three years of fierce battle, the valley of Gaofu has been eaten up; for three years of fierce battle, the gold and silver of the Grand Mansion have been exhausted; for three years of fierce battle, the soldiers are all exhausted. But the war has not stopped, and the Qin army has not retreated. If you want to stop the war, you can only fight again. Only by defeating the Qin people can you stop the war. So what can you do not forgive them?"

"The Gaofu Valley is gone, but the food and fodder are imported from Qi State; the Dafu Gold is gone, but the construction of the government is going to make a fortune every day; the soldiers are tired, but our Chu army defeats the Qin army with less and defeats the Qin army in a row. This..." Ji Jujun was still puzzled. He had been indifferent to counties and towns for many years.

"The only thing that Qi transports military rations is the price of grain in the big market today?" Luyang Jun asked. "It is true that the capital was built to make a fortune every day, but there is too much gold but no grain. Everyone can't eat gold, right? The soldiers can fight again, but what if the Chu army is defeated and the whole army is exhausted?"

The Lord of Luyang asked back, and Ji Ju was speechless. After saying that, Luyang said, "The king is not unkind to you, but what do you do on weekdays? Last year, I asked you to wait for private soldiers to report to build a private army. Are you waiting for building? Last year, I asked you to ask to go to Jiangdong to open up the land, are you waiting for it?"

"Let's wait..." The Fengjun said silly. Both of these things had been proposed, but Yingdu was so comfortable. Who would have been willing to go to the barbarians in Jiangdong to open up a country? The vipers were timbered, and the barbarians in Jiangdong were engraved with black teeth. They were given human flesh and sacrifices, and bones were used as marinades. If you think about it, you would get furious all over the place. When building private soldiers, you need people. Although you have no worries about food and clothing, in order to save money, there are only ministers and servants in the palace. If you raise so many soldiers, how much money can you still have?

"From next year," Luyang Jun told frankly: "The king will no longer send you the Gu Lu."

"Ah!" The Fengjun and the others were about to fall, and they rushed up and grabbed the sleeve of the Luyangjun and said, "How can this be? How can the king be without trust!"

"How can the king not trust?" Luyang Jun disdained, "If you don't give grain, you will only give surrendered soldiers, farm tools, seeds, and a land in Jiangdong. If you want to eat millet and fight cocks, go and plant it yourself."

"Your Majesty!" There was a crying voice, and Ji Lingjun was very angry. "Who was the one who hurt me? I'll fight to the death..."

"No one will harm you." said the Lord of Luyang. "The same is true for me, and the same is true for the three clans of Qu Jingzhao. But after all, it is a large clan. The king has already granted Zhao family to Yuhang, Qu family to Fuchun, and Jing family to Wucheng. Each clan has granted tens of thousands of surrendered soldiers."

"Why can they seal the city? We can only get wasteland?" She Gaojun said unwillingly.

"What is the difference between cities and wastelands in Jiangdong?" Luyang Jun laughed. "The so-called city is just a city with hundreds of families living in it. To this day, I wonder why you still have complaints? Qu, Jing, and Zhaosan clans have sent a matchmaker to Jiangdong to recruit son-in-law. Last year, Wuyuan Jun, who was named last year, said that his wife had died. The three clans wanted to marry a daughter from him, and fortunately they would become a lie in Yue in the future.

If you have a daughter at home, why not send a matchmaker to Jiangdong? If you go there yourself in the future, you can take care of him. Even if you don’t have a Yue person, you can marry a honorary scholar. All the honorary scholars have a place in the same place and have armored soldiers under your command."

"Your Majesty, most of the people of honor are the common people. How can we marry each other?" It has become a trend for women to marry a noble person in Chu, especially those merchants, who are even more proud of their son-in-law. Now, the people of honor are divided into Lu and have a higher status. Those who come to the door to talk about matchmaking are crossing the threshold. Unfortunately, the people of the people of the great people of the grandson are the grandson, and everyone has the surname Mi, how can we marry?

"Didn't you read today's newspaper?" Lu Yang Jun shook out a piece of news about the Great Chu yesterday. "Medical Yin Yingli thought that according to his more than 40 years of research, it is okay to marry after three generations of the same surname. Therefore, he wrote a letter yesterday to advise the king to abolish the ban on not marrying the same surname. As long as the same surname is proved that the same surname is outside the three generations, he can marry."

The headlines of the Dachu news are published on the "Letter to Advise the Unmarried Letter of the Same-Section" by the soldiers who can be broken into pieces, take blood and prolong their lives, and are called a miracle doctor. For the nobles, marriage is politics. Once this letter of advisory is approved by the king, the aftermath will be endless. In short, being able to marry the same surname is not good for the royal family and is beneficial to the princes, because once the princes are closely married, a larger political group will inevitably form to fight against the royal power of Yingdu.

The monarchs didn't say anything more. The king had made up his mind. He had no money, no soldiers, and no land. He could only follow the trend and let the king arrange it. Families with daughters might be able to marry a good son-in-law, and rely on son-in-law or in-laws to support the extremely weak family business. Families without daughters really had to go to Jiangdong to open up land. Even if they were building private soldiers, they would have to have land.

The sun in May is already fierce, and Ji Lingjun is still a little confused when he leaves the Luyang Jun Mansion. He really doesn't understand why these people are abandoned by the king. Is loyalty not important? Does the husband clan have his own loyalty? Why does the king pardon her husband clan, take this opportunity to lock them up, and then send these loyal people to take over those counties and towns?

As he thought about it, he felt that the king made a big mistake in this plan. When he arrived at the door of the mansion in the southeast of the city, he bought Yushou to turn the front of the carriage to the palace, and he wanted to meet the king. Although the carriage was four wheels, the carriage was indeed two cows. I don’t know what happened to the cow, but no matter how the carriage was, it would be impossible to turn the bewilderment. As the carriage entered and retreated, Ji Lingjun was almost stunned, so he had to let Yushou go back to the house. Since the cow would not go, it would be unlucky to force him to give advice.

"Madam, look," said Ji Lingjun's mansion, wearing flowers and shoes, a matchmaker, treasure-like manner, opened a piece of Chu paper full of names, and smiled at Mrs. Ji, "These are the honorary nobles who have not been crowned."

"Not the crown?" Mrs. Ji was originally a concubine. After her wife died, she gave birth to a son and became a wife. The first name on Chu paper was Lu Gao. In addition to her family background, the paper also reads him in the Battle of Jucheng and the Battle of Muling to win the achievements of the Qi people. She was only seventeen years old.

"Mrs. I don't know that there are hundreds of thousands of households in Chu, and only 7,000 honorary scholars. Among the 7,000 people, half of the married and unmarried scholars, more than half of the unmarried honorary scholars, and only three or four thousand people remain. There are only five or six out of ten who have won the crowns of these three or four thousand people, and the rest are not crowned. If a female princess wants to marry a honorary scholar, it is appropriate to be elected to be elected to the unchamped ones."

The matchmaker smiled and said that no matter how noble the noble is, he still has to rely on someone like her to marry. As soon as she arrived at Jilingjun's mansion, she knew that this family was not far away. Fortunately, although the girl in the family was not beautiful, she was nearly seven feet tall, which was already considered a beauty. If she had not to be a wife and marry someone from Chu, it would be fine to be a concubine of the kings of all countries with such a body.

"Then let's be this person." Lu Gao, who ranked first, was not selected. This was Xiaoshi, and Mrs. Ji chose Qu Guo, who was the second place.

"That's right." The matchmaker had already guessed in his heart that Mrs. Ji would choose Mr. Qu instead of Mr. Lu. Small families knew that they were famous, but they didn't know that Mrs. Qu had heard that he had already been granted a title to Jiangdong, and his daughter wanted to marry the more land the more people.

"Madam, the Lord has returned to the house." The servant stood outside the hall and reported, and soon he heard Ji Lingjun's voice, and he was calling for his daughter.

"Pi Shuang, Pi Shuang..." Ji Lingjun's voice echoed in the hall. Mrs. Ji had to ask the servant to send the matchmaker away and gave her a few smaller beads. Then she hurriedly responded: "Your Majesty, you, Pi Shuang is in the garden."

The Ji Mansion is like a royal palace, the east hall and the west garden, but this garden is very small. When Ji Lingjun called his daughter, his precious daughter, Ji Pi, the daughter of the Ji Mansion, was sweating on her forehead. She was blowing the air in front of a tube. The air in her lungs was blowing into a glass bottle that was pressed upside down in the water, and there were dense engravings on the walls.

"Young master, it's a little bit worse! Youth master, it's a little bit worse..." Some of the slaves hugged chickens, some hugged dogs, and some actually hugged a small python, all cheering her up. Seeing that the water level in the glass bottle dropped to the thirteenth liter position, the slaves shouted even more anxiously: "Youth! Youth! Youth..."

At this time, Ji Pishuang had already blushed. There was only so much air in her small lungs, and the water level could only drop to the thirteen liters. If she was blown into her lungs, she would no longer have air. But she was still unwilling to give in, even if she had no air in her lungs.
Chapter completed!