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

Qingya Pavilion.

Ye Feng was lying on the swing, and Xun Zhiwen was standing beside him, holding the rope of the swing for him, shaking it slightly, and occasionally handing him a peeled grape.

Yan Nishang, who was not far away, narrowed her eyes slightly and couldn't help but said, "Xiao Wen, you are not his maid, you don't have to serve him."

Xun Zhiwen was sitting next to the swing, looking a little embarrassed, when she saw Yan Nishang come up and take the grapes from Xun Zhiwen's hand.

"We are not his maids. If he wants to enjoy himself, let him go to the Jinling Riverside. There are many people in the romantic places who are happy to serve him."

Yan Nishang looked calm. She pulled Xun Zhiwen and walked to a place not far away to sit down. The two girls ate grapes by themselves and ignored Ye Feng on the swing.

"This...is this considered meddling in other people's business?" Ye Feng gave a helpless smile. Ever since he stayed out all night at Madam Xinling's house last time, Yan Nishang has been displeased with him in every way. In short, she really disliked him, so much so that even Xun Zhiwen would often complain about him when she cooked for him.

Da da da……

Just at this moment, footsteps were heard. It was Zhao Qiuyan and Ling'er who walked into the inner courtyard. Neither of them looked at Ye Feng lying on the swing.

Zhao Qiuyan walked in front of Yan Nishang and asked directly: "Sister Nishang, my cultivation has now broken through to the fourth-grade grandmaster level. How should I choose to cultivate next?"

"Martial arts training requires perseverance. With your talent, it won't be difficult for you to break through to become a land immortal in the future."

Ye Feng didn't understand how Zhao Qiuyan, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, could be so close to Yan Nishang. The two of them seemed to be unable to stop talking about practicing martial arts. He was now in Qingya Pavilion, like a guest, and no one paid any attention to him.

"Alas! The world is going downhill and people's hearts are no longer the same as they used to be!" Ye Feng couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't complain about your illness all day long. We don't care."

Zhao Qiuyan, Yan Nishang, and Xun Zhiwen all looked at Ye Feng. They didn't know what was going on, but the three of them became unusually harmonious.

"Humph! He says he's not interested in women, but he stays out all night and when he comes back, he smells like a woman. How hypocritical!"

Xun Zhiwen glared at Ye Feng and said harshly.

Ye Feng almost vomited blood. The day he did not return home that night, he just spent a night of tenderness with Madam Xinling. It turned out that women really hold grudges.

"They are just not interested in you. I heard that men who like to go to brothels think that the women there are more skilled. You don't know many things, so naturally you can't attract our king."

Yan Nishang's voice was sour as she spoke to Xun Zhiwen.

"This……"

Xun Zhiwen didn't know how to refute, but she secretly made up her mind that she must learn the skills well in order to win Ye Feng's heart.

If Yan Nishang knew that her just a few words could change a woman and even make her her biggest competitor, I wonder if she would regret it.

……

early morning.

Jinling City, Song Dynasty.

Ye Feng arrived at the court early as usual. He sat on the armchair next to the dragon throne with an indifferent expression.

Li Linpu and Yue Teng stood on both sides respectively.

"When there is something going on, we will start, and when there is nothing going on, we will retreat."

Wei Xian stood not far in front of Ye Feng, and his sharp voice echoed throughout the court.

Ever since Tan Zijian was dismissed, the officials who followed Li Linpu have become much more low-key, for fear that Ye Feng would catch them.

As for Li Linpu and his son Li Xun, they almost never spoke a word during court sessions, never expressed any opinions, and chose to remain dormant.

"Your Majesty, I have something to report!"

Hai Ming walked to the center of the court and bowed to Ye Feng.

"What's the matter, Master Hai?"

Ye Feng didn't know what Hai Ming wanted to say, so he asked.

"Ever since Zhenguojun sent Li Bing and his son to the three northern counties to solve the flood problem, the court has allocated millions of taels of silver, but the problem is still not solved."

"Yesterday, the Ministry of Revenue received a memorial from the three northern counties, requesting the court to continue to allocate 5 million taels of silver to control the flood in the three northern counties."

Hai Ming frowned, two million taels of silver was not a small sum. Ever since Li Bing and his son went to the three northern counties, it was like a bottomless pit. He had transferred more than three million taels of silver, and now he needed another two million taels of silver. He was immediately unhappy.

"Since Li Bing and his son want five million taels of silver, have they told us how they will use it?" Ye Feng's eyes fell on Hai Ming.

As the Minister of Finance of the Song Dynasty, Hai Ming naturally had to strictly control the money. So when he received the news from Li Bing and his son that they wanted another 3 million taels of silver, he asked Ye Feng to make the decision.

"Your Majesty, this is the blueprint that Li Bing and his son handed over. They mean that we need to completely open up the water flow in the three northern counties."

"As long as we dig through the tributaries of the Xijiang River and the Xijiang Mountains that isolate it, the three northern counties will no longer lack water, and we will no longer have to suffer from droughts and floods."

Hai Ming reported to Ye Feng truthfully.

Wei Xian walked to the center of the court, took the scroll from Hai Ming's hand, brought it in front of Ye Feng, and handed it to Ye Feng with both hands.

After Ye Feng spread out the scroll, he saw a map of the three northern counties. The mountains and rivers were clearly marked. The Xijiang River and the Xijiang Mountains ran across the three counties.

With this kind of terrain, as long as there is abundant rainfall in the season, heavy rain will inevitably cause flooding, submerging the entire Xijiang Mountains and both sides of the Xijiang River.

On the map, Li Bing and his son marked it very clearly. In the middle of the Xijiang Mountains, a canal was dug, which just connected the Xijiang River with the three northern counties. It was quite mysterious.

No matter where in the three northern counties, if it is continuously washed away by rain, the water in the river will be diverted to other places through the ditches of the Xijiang Mountains. It can not only alleviate the flood disaster on one side, but also control the drought on the other side. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"Master Hai, don't be stingy. Reply to Li Bing and his son. I will do everything I can to send five million taels of silver to him to the three northern counties."

"They, father and son, just need to act boldly. If they encounter any difficulties or problems, they can raise them." Ye Feng said directly to Hai Ming without any hesitation.

Hai Ming frowned slightly, but seeing that Ye Feng was so determined and that five million taels of silver was not a small amount, he did not continue to refute.

On the contrary, Li Linpu, Li Xun and others all had expressions of gloating. They all knew that the flood in the three northern counties was a bottomless pit and it was not easy to solve it.

"I'll find a way to deal with the five million taels of silver. You can first transfer some from the national treasury to the three northern counties to prevent the project from being suspended and delaying the construction period."

Ye Feng also knew Hai Ming's difficulties. The Song Dynasty had not yet started collecting taxes for the coming year, and the national treasury was not well-off to begin with.

If Ye Feng had not defeated the King of Pingxi, the King of Nanyu and others in succession, and looted a lot of silver and poured it into the national treasury, I'm afraid even the army under the Song Dynasty would not have enough food!

"As ordered!"

Hai Ming bowed.

"Retreat!"

Wei Xian shouted and announced the adjournment of the court.

Ye Feng stood up and walked out of the court.

"Your Excellency, five million cars is not a small amount. My family has saved a little over the years. Although it is not a lot, it is worth more than 100,000 taels of silver. I am willing to give it to you."

Wei Xian followed behind Ye Feng. There was a slight hesitation in the depths of his old eyes, but then he spoke firmly.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng turned around and looked at Wei Xian with some surprise.

Wei Xian has been following him all along, not too long nor too short. He never expected Wei Xian to have such a character.

"Don't worry! I can find a way to get a mere five million taels of silver." Ye Feng shook his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. With the speed at which Shen San opened secret chambers in various places, it should not be too difficult to collect several million taels of silver.

The three northern counties suffered from floods and droughts for many years, and the people there were displaced and had no place to live. It was a horrible sight.

As long as the idea of ​​Li Bing and his son can be implemented, the problems of the three northern counties can be completely solved. Naturally, he will not hesitate at all.

As the Minister of Revenue, Hai Ming should consider the issue from the perspective of the entire Song Dynasty. After all, the three northern counties are extremely poor.

If Ye Feng were to stand in Hai Ming's shoes, he would also feel that it was meaningless to spend so much silver and invest it in such a bottomless pit.

Of course, it’s not that Hai Ming is unwilling to invest, but the treasury of the Song Dynasty is empty and cannot support the expenditure of 5 million taels of silver.

As soon as he returned to the inner courtyard of Qingya Pavilion, Zhang Ling was followed by two instructors. Under the guidance of the guards of Qingya Pavilion, they came to Ye Feng.

"Greetings to the King of Zhenguo!"

Zhang Ling's old face was full of admiration as he came up to Ye Feng.

Ever since the separation of the College of Arts and the College of Martial Arts of Jinling Academy, he found that most of the students had their own strengths and were able to maximize their abilities and talents in both the College of Arts and the College of Martial Arts.

"Hey! How come Dean Zhang has time to come and see me? How is the progress of building academies in various counties?" Ye Feng looked at Zhang Ling and asked.

Zhang Ling had a smile on his face. He seemed very excited when talking about building the academy. "Your Majesty, I thought Zhao Yunfei would stop us from building the academy. I didn't expect that he would not only not oppose it, but support it, and even give us a lot of money!"

"Oh?"

When Ye Feng heard this, his eyes flashed with slight surprise, and in his heart he had a new respect for his dear uncle, the Emperor.

"So good!"

Ye Feng also nodded with satisfaction. There were seventeen counties in the Song Dynasty. As long as everything went smoothly with Zhao Yunfei, it would not be difficult to build academies in other places.

"Dean Zhang is looking for me, what's the matter?"

Ye Feng knew Zhang Ling's character very well. If there was nothing wrong, he would definitely not come to Qingya Pavilion to visit him in person.

"Your Excellency, I was giving lectures to the students of the Martial Academy before, and they asked me to invite you to Jinling Academy to talk to them about marching and fighting. They are all very interested. I wonder if you have the time?"

Zhang Ling had a smile on his face. Those little bastards in the martial arts academy all regarded Ye Feng as their idol. They couldn't wait to rush onto the battlefield to kill the enemy and make achievements.

"No problem, sir. Better to hurry than to go to Jinling Academy now!"

Ye Feng has been in Jinling City for such a long time, he also wants to visit Jinling Academy.

"Then I would like to thank the Lord of the State first!"

Zhang Ling didn't expect Ye Feng to agree so readily, and his face was full of excitement.

He knew very well in his heart that if he could invite Ye Feng to Jinling Academy, those little bastards would definitely be very happy.

"Let's go!"

Ye Feng, accompanied by Dashan and Lao Huang, followed Zhang Ling and walked towards Jinling Academy.

After about half an hour, a group of people arrived outside Jinling Academy.

The quaint gate stands in Jinling City, looking somewhat rustic and desolate. Inside, one can vaguely see scholars in grey robes moving around.

"Zhen Guojun! Please!"

Zhang Ling made a gesture of invitation to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng didn't hesitate and stepped into Jinling Academy.

Zhang Ling was not polite and took Ye Feng to the square of Jinling Academy.

Their arrival immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students, and they all looked at Ye Feng and Zhang Ling.

"The young man following the dean is so handsome. Who is he? I feel that the dean is very polite to him."

"You don't even know him. He is the famous ruler of the Song Dynasty. He is very good at leading troops in battles and has won many victories."

"I heard that King Nanyu and Zhao Changlin were no match for him. In just over a month, he and his army crushed them all."

"I didn't expect the dean would actually help us invite the King of the State."

……

Everyone looked at Ye Feng with admiration and awe.

Hua Hua Hua...

Ye Feng's arrival made the students around him excited, and they all gathered towards Ye Feng.

"Greetings to the King of Zhenguo!"

The students around him saluted Ye Feng spontaneously.

"No need to be polite!"

Ye Feng raised his hand to the crowd with a faint smile on his face, and said: "President Zhang personally invited me to tell everyone the story of the march and the battle."

"Yeah……"

Many students were excited.

When you are young and frivolous, who doesn't have a boiling blood? Naturally, you wish you could step onto the battlefield, wear armor and wield sharp weapons, and kill the enemy on the battlefield.

"Since Dean Zhang invited me to give a lecture, I would like to ask you, you think I am very good at marching and fighting, but do you know what the significance of marching and fighting is?"

Ye Feng walked to the center of the square, a powerful voice rang out, his eyes swept over the densely packed students, his voice reached everyone's ears, his expression was indifferent, and he asked.