Dandere General and his Lord

Mrs. Yang Tai then pulled Cheng Qianye's hand, rubbed the back of her hand and said, "Don't worry, I've already dealt with that person who doesn't match up."

Cheng Qianye understood what this so-called handling of gānjing meant.

Her character has always been generous and tolerant. After crossing over, she tried her best to adapt to the different ways of dealing with problems of people from different eras and backgrounds. But Mrs. Yang Tai's words still made her feel very uncomfortable for a while.

In her memory, when their mother and daughter were desperate and intended to hang themselves and commit suicide, the people who served by their side were all close people who had been with them for many years. There were both loyal servants who watched Cheng Qianye grow up, and old servants who were ready to accompany him to death.

If one is not left, the disposal will be cleaned up.

"Then Concubine Xu? What's your mother's plan?"

"Baby, you just need to take your seat in the front court. You don't have to worry about these harem matters. It's all handled by the mother. Whether this concubine Xu is born a boy or a girl, it is necessary to go to the mother and keep the child. "

Mrs. Yang Tai rubbed Cheng Qianye's hand lovingly, "Mother has already thought about it, you are also your father's blood. If you want to inherit the great lineage with your own blood in the future, your mother will also support it. Concubine Xu's child is considered to be left behind. The thoughts for the mother, the mother and son will take them personally, so that he can grow up safely."

This sentence is not easy for a woman like her who lives in the era of patriarchy. It can be regarded as a sincere thought for her daughter.

She is very sincere towards Cheng Qianye's loving heart. But it cannot be denied that she is also a cruel and cold-blooded person. As long as she is concerned with her own life other than her own flesh and blood, this lady can kill without hesitation.

Cheng Qianye looked at the "mother" in front of her with mixed emotions. She knew that it was very difficult to change the fixed thinking of such a middle-aged woman.

These women living in the harem often only focus on one or two things, and when they use certain means, they are often more terrifying and difficult to guard against.

"Since Concubine Xu already knows about it, she will keep it. If I don't have a concubine by my side, it's not a good idea." Cheng Qianye said.

"This..." Mrs. Yang Tai hesitated for a while. "According to what you mean, the princess of Wei Guo also knows your identity?"

"Mother." Cheng Qianye lowered her voice and explained, "As a daughter, if there is no one around me who knows the truth, sometimes it is very inconvenient. I need a wife like Tianxiang by my side. "

"You, don't interfere." She added cautiously.

"What you said also makes sense, then the princess is fine. But how did I hear..." Mrs. Yang dodged, "You favored a man who is said to be a slave."

Cheng Qianye sat up straight, trying to suppress the impatience in his heart: "Since I am a king, I can sit on this family and the world, and naturally I can have people I like. Does my mother want me to be alone for the rest of my life?"

Mrs. Yang Tai was taken aback, and she explained subconsciously, "No, of course I didn't mean that."

Cheng Qianye restrained his emotions, got up and said goodbye to Mrs. Yang Tai as gently as possible.

At this moment, this Mrs. Yang Tai suddenly realized that after these days, the daughter who always held her arm and acted like a baby in her memory had transformed into an imposing bī in the blood and blood that he had not seen. monarch of man.

She already has the air of a king that her husband used to be.

Even if he didn't get angry, he didn't speak loudly, just sat there frowning slightly. It will make people feel subconsciously apprehensive.

Cheng Qianye returned to his palace and greeted Zhang Fu and He Lanzhen.

"Tomorrow, I will discuss the matter of sending troops to support Bianzhou in the court. The resistance to this matter is definitely not small, and the two of you must be prepared."

Helanzhen clasped her fists and said, "When I go home later, I contact my uncle and try to persuade my Helan clan and relatives to support the lord's decision."

Cheng Qianye nodded: "That's why I didn't let you go back to Bianzhou first, but brought you back with me."

She looked at Zhang Fu again.

Zhang Fu said politely: "Talking to the ministers, the ministers are not timid. It's just..."

He hesitated for a moment, then frowned and said, "We haven't done war in China for a long time, and in a hurry, we really can't get a good war-fighter. Although all the vassals have their own troops on the fiefs, they are absolutely unwilling to deploy their own troops for the sake of the country. . Going to fight in a remote place where you can't get your own benefits."

"I have an idea, you can help discuss it." Cheng Qianye said, "I want to use slaves as the main force of the army."

"Slave?" He Lanzhen and Zhang Fu looked at each other.

"My lord, slaves are not as good as regular troops. They have always been slow and weak in action on the battlefield. They can only serve as coolies or die in the vanguard. As a regular army, slaves have no fighting ability." Zhang Fu tactfully persuade.

Cheng Qianye took out a scroll full of words from the drawer, and slowly unfolded it: "This is the military merit system I formulated with reference to the thoughts of the sages, take a good look at it, I have made up my mind to use it to ban it. It makes me hate slavery."

Zhang Fu and He Lanzhen raised their eyes and saw that the first line of the scroll said: In all battles, military merit is used to compare the ruler and the leader. The one who wins one will be removed from slavery. Those who get ten pieces will be awarded a first-class nobility.

Chapter 41

Jin State was originally just a small border country, and it only rose to prominence in the hands of Cheng Qianyu and Cheng Qianye's father Jinweihou. Therefore, even the palace where the monarch lived was not overly luxurious, but rather magnificent.

Under the palace wall, a few young palace maids were playing the game of throwing sachets. branches.

The palace maids in quju stood under the thick osmanthus tree, raising their heads and looking at the sachets on the branch.

"How to do it?"

"Too high to reach."

A man in black, lightly tapped on the tree with one foot, rubbed his body, and the sachet fell.

The palace maids picked up the sachets, looked back at the back of the young man who had been far away, and started talking quietly.

"See, it's him."

"My lord's new favorite? I heard it's a slave? It doesn't seem as beautiful as Xiao Xiu and Lu Yao."

"I think it's very handsome, tall, cold, solitary, like a lonely láng. That's how I fascinated the lord."

Mo Qiaosheng came to the bedroom where Cheng Qianye was, and knelt down to salute.

Cheng Qianye was writing hard in front of the papers, and said without raising his head, "Get up, I'll take you to Zhang Xiaochuáng, and you'll sleep there at night."

Mo Qiaosheng didn't get up, just raised his head and called out softly, "Master."

"What's wrong?" Cheng Qianye stopped writing and looked up at him.

"I..." Mo Qiaosheng avoided his eyes, "This is the harem."

"Are you afraid that others will criticize you?"

"No!" Mo Qiaosheng raised his head, "I'm afraid of damaging the master's reputation."

Cheng Qianye smiled and continued to lower his head to write: "My reputation is like that anyway, Xiao Xiu didn't always stay here before."

"When I come back this time, I have a lot of difficult things to do. You are guarding by my side, and I will feel more at ease."

Cheng Qianye put down the pen and waved at him, "Come here."

Mo Qiaosheng came to the desk, and Cheng Qianye showed him the scroll he had written.

"In all battles, the ruler and the leader are judged by military merit, and those who win one will be removed from slavery."

Gently reciting this sentence, Mo Qiaosheng couldn't help but stretched out his finger and pressed it on the handwriting on the side, his finger trembled slightly, and his heartbeat accelerated.

"Like it? It's for you, and for all slaves like you."

Mo Qiaosheng looked at the man standing in front of the desk.

There was a little light in the man's eyes, and he spoke in a soft voice. Every word, like burning coals, fell one after another, burning his heart.

"Qiaosheng, I hate this perverted system from the bottom of my heart," Cheng Qianye stared at the table, "I am determined to ban it."

"I have always wanted to remove your status as a slave and abolish this slave system. But this is not easy. These noble families have been intertwined for many years. This matter violates their interests and is not easy to deal with."

"Let's take it slow, first use this method of military merit, starting from the war outside the homeland, and break this solid status stratum little by little."

Cheng Qianye stretched out his five fair and beautiful fingers, "Our Jin country is only so big now, if our army can grow, our territory can expand, and the new policy matures day by day, we will go back and clean up these old stubborn domestic stubbornness, and then they will also There's nothing I can do about it."

Mo Qiaosheng's slender fingers gently stroked the twenty noble ranks on the scroll, Duke, Shangzao, hairpin, no more... Dashuchang, Marquis of Guannei, Marquis of Che.