The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"When will the bright moon appear? I raise my cup to ask the sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace of heaven. I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there. I dance with my shadow, how can it be like being in the human world?"

"Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless, there should be no hatred, why does the moon always appear full when we are apart? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This has always been difficult to achieve, I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart."

The brothels in Jinling City were filled with bright lights, wine, and beautiful women. From time to time, melodious singing could be heard from inside. The song was the "Song of Water Melody" written by Ye Feng.

Murong Wan'er was wearing a red long dress. In front of her were several plates of fruit and the wine that Ye Feng gave her, the air was filled with the aroma of wine.

Granny Yu stood not far away, her eyes filled with shock. Although she knew nothing about poetry, she knew very well that in just three days, a poem had been passed on by word of mouth, and everyone from the elderly in their seventies and eighties to children as young as three years old enjoyed talking about it.

Most importantly, the heroic spirit contained in this poem shocked her heart. How could someone have such a broad mind?

She now finally understood why the princess in front of her, with her lofty ambitions, was willing to guard the king in Jinling City.

"Granny Yu, it seems like we haven't been back to Weicheng for more than a year, right?" Murong Wan'er raised the wine glass, her beautiful face full of thoughts, and spoke slowly.

Grandma Yu frowned secretly. She didn't know why Murong Wan'er suddenly asked this question. Could it be that hearing "Water Melody" aroused her homesickness?

"Miss, it has been one year and eight months since we left Weicheng." Granny Yu bowed slightly and replied quickly.

"Let's go! Let's set off back to Weicheng."

Murong Wan'er stood up, her voice firm.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Granny Yu was a little stunned.

"What? You don't want to go back?"

When Murong Wan'er saw Granny Yu's expression, she thought she didn't want to go back. The reason why she decided to go back to Weicheng was not because she was really homesick.

Instead, she heard that Ye Feng was holding Mi Heng in Luofu City. He was the new champion of the Great Xia Dynasty. Moreover, the Mi family had deep roots in the Great Xia Dynasty. His father was Mi Lan, the Minister of War of the Great Xia Dynasty. If they were not careful, the Great Xia Dynasty would most likely mobilize troops against the Great Song Dynasty.

"Miss, are you worried about the Mi family?"

Granny Yu pondered for a moment, then understood Murong Wan'er's thoughts and asked tentatively.

"I've been out for such a long time, it's time to go back and see my father."

Murong Wan'er did not answer, but spoke slowly.

Having said that, she turned and walked out of the attic.

Granny Yu sighed slightly and followed Murong Wan'er closely. Helplessness flashed in the depths of her eyes. She thought to herself, "Young lady has great ambitions. Now she cares so much about Ye Feng. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing."

When Murong Wan'er arrived at the bottom of the attic, she saw a flute in her hand. She blew it twice. In the dark night, eighteen black robes suddenly jumped out. Each of them had the cultivation level of a junior master. Their aura was terrifying. They quickly came to Murong Wan'er, knelt on the ground in unison, and said, "Greetings, Master!"

"Let's go back to Weicheng."

At Murong Wan'er's command, a man in black quickly disappeared into the night. After a short while, he was seen carrying a sedan chair.

"Please get into the sedan chair, Master!"

The four men in black scattered in all directions and lifted up the sedan chair.

"Thank you."

Murong Wan'er thanked the eighteen men in black, lifted her skirt slightly, and got into the sedan chair.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

As Murong Wan'er entered the sedan, she saw the door close quickly. The entire sedan had obviously been specially treated and was invulnerable to swords and guns.

Four young masters carried the sedan chair, and the remaining fourteen people were scattered around. If there was any disturbance, they could kill the enemy instantly.

The sedan was moving at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind only gusts of wind.

……

"Ling'er, how long do you think it will take for the Lord of the State to come back from his inspection?"

Zhao Qiuyan sat on the swing made by Ye Feng, looking at the moon hanging high in the distance. Ling'er was beside her, gently shaking the rope for her.

Ling'er's eyes were full of teasing, and she said jokingly: "Zhen Guojun has just arrived in Nanjun. It is very likely that he will visit Nanyu King and Pingxi King next. I don't know where he will choose."

"I received news that the Lord of Zhenguo seems to have arrested the new number one scholar of the Great Xia Dynasty, Mi Heng, and asked him to stay in Luofu City for fifteen days, waiting for him to send 500,000 taels of gold."

Hearing Ling'er's words, Zhao Qiuyan was a little disappointed and murmured, "If I had known that the inspection would take so long, I would have accompanied you on the inspection."

"How about we sneak out of Nanjun quietly and give King Zhenguo a surprise." Ling'er suggested to Zhao Qiuyan, blinking her eyes.

"I am in charge of Jinling City, so he can patrol more safely." Although Zhao Qiuyan wanted to see Ye Feng very much, she still suppressed her inner thoughts.

Before leaving, Ye Feng had told her that as the emperor, she had to stay in Jinling City to defend the situation. Once she left as the emperor, if Li Linpu colluded with others and took the opportunity to usurp the throne, it would be more trouble than gain.

"Ah! May we live long and enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart!"

After Zhao Qiuyan rejected Ling'er's proposal, she couldn't help but mutter.

Ling'er widened her eyes, a little surprised. She had followed Zhao Qiuyan for so many years, and she knew very well that this emperor was a martial arts fanatic and had no interest in anything else. Now he could actually recite Ye Feng's "Water Melody", she couldn't help but be shocked.

……

Nanyu County, Wanping City.

In the meeting hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a middle-aged man, tall and with an aura permeating, quickly sat down on the main seat and looked at the dozen people on his left and right, all of whom were his most trusted retainers over the years. He said directly: "Everyone, my father is constantly reducing tax revenue. If he continues to divide it up, I'm afraid there will be nothing left of me in the end."

"Your Highness, I think the prince is afraid that the promulgation of the Enfeoffment Order will disperse his power and he will not be able to control Nanyu County, so he will naturally tighten taxes."

A counselor spoke directly.

Since the promulgation of the Enfeoffment Order, Zhao Pengju not only reduced taxation, but also constantly adjusted and rotated generals and officials from various places.

It is obvious that he is afraid that his sons will be out of control. You know, according to the requirements of the Enfeoffment Order, the King of Nanyu must divide the entire Nanyu County among his many sons.

But if the enfeoffment is divided according to the Enfeoffment Order, the King of Nanyu will be a commander without troops, with only a little strength left, and will be weakened.

Therefore, in order to prevent his many sons from having any rebellious intentions, he began to tighten taxes, trying to ensure that no one had extra money, so that they would naturally be unable to support retainers and soldiers.

"If this continues, I'm afraid we won't even be able to save Wanping City."

Zhao Chenchen, the eighth son of King Nanyu, is also the lord of Wanping City.

With the promulgation of the Enfeoffment Order, Zhao Pengju began to squeeze and harvest the power of his sons, for fear that they would be dissatisfied with the enfeoffment and cause problems.

"Eighth Master, I think it would be better if we go to the King of the State and ask him to directly enfeoff Nanyu County."

The counselor who had just spoken continued.