Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1793 Who is a serious person who writes a diary

At the beginning of 964 in the new calendar of Arad, there was a thriving scene in the Delos Empire. Veltalon, which has the reputation of "Golden Capital", was covered with white powder, dyeing the city clean.

If you mention something commendable recently, there are a lot of chats after dinner and tea to pass the time.

One is that His Majesty the Emperor accidentally caught a cold and coughed constantly, but at the beginning of the year and the end of the year, political affairs were complicated, so he didn't care about rest, so he could only go to court with illness.

Second, the third son of His Majesty the Emperor, that is, the third prince Heid Baden, will be engaged to Miss Josephine, the only daughter of the Marquis of Aswan, the second northern territory.

Everyone in the empire is very optimistic about this happy event. His Highness the Third Prince Heid is talented and talented, and his cultivation progress is quite good.

He was only 13 years old, and he was about to break through as a professional after learning the imperial swordsmanship left by the late emperor Heron Baden.

Among the three princes, he is also the fastest one.

Although Miss Josephine, the daughter of the Marquis of Aswan, was born in the relatively remote north, she is a young girl in the age of Cardamom, who is beautiful and generous, slim and graceful, also well-read in poetry and books, and has an elegant manner.

In addition to the marriage of the two children being a happy event made in heaven, it also has very important political significance.

The second northern territory is dominated by the "Aswan family", and the people in the territory are brave and good at fighting. They are a military force that the empire cannot ignore.

However, the resources in the Northern Territory are relatively poor. The harsh desert environment occupies a quarter, and there are rolling barren mountains. It is also bordered by the snowy area of ​​Ston, where the environment is cold all year round, and the Bantu people with strong folk customs.

Due to various factors, a rather embarrassing situation was born. The Northern Territory is not suitable for sending too many legions to garrison, and no other nobles are willing to go to that desolate place.

But no matter how you say it, it is still the territory of the empire and the people of Delos.

Therefore, although the Marquis of Aswan in the north is only a marquis in terms of title, the weight of his voice is not much more than that of several dukes, and even faintly exceeds it.

Generally, depending on the title of the nobles, the private soldiers are only a few hundred to a few thousand, and at most a few knights, but the Marquis of Aswan leads all the people in the north, and can pull up an army of 10,000+ at any time , is not a grade at all.

The current emperor intends to weaken it, but he has many worries and is in a dilemma.

Now that the third prince is engaged to Miss Josephine, it is a matter of joy and celebration no matter what level it is.

It not only deepened the connection between the first and second territories, but also helped to consolidate the rule of the imperial power.

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"Ahem, Konard, I'll leave this matter to you...cough..."

The current emperor couldn't help the itching in his chest, coughed violently, and his face flushed. He had taken medicine, but this time the cold seemed to have touched his old problem, and the cough didn't get better.

"Konard takes orders." The middle-aged Konard knelt down and obeyed, looking very energetic with his hair cut.

In the splendid palace hall, a long calligraphy and painting screen separated the sight of the emperor and the ministers from each other.

On the screen is a painting of the empire's ten thousand li territory. The mountains and rivers are majestic and majestic, soaring to the sky. They were created by famous masters and inscribed by the emperor. It took three full years to compose this map of mountains and rivers.

The monarch's prestige cannot be damaged, but urgent political affairs have to be dealt with, and the emperor's golden words are needed, so it can only be done temporarily.

"In addition, there are omens that the ice dragons in the snowy area of ​​Northstone show signs of awakening, and there may be some changes in the Bantu tribe at any time. Aswan, you must be extremely vigilant." The emperor continued after taking a breath.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The Marquis of Aswan is also in his prime, with a strong figure and a face that is not angry and majestic, said: "In case the ice dragon changes, it will be rented out of Chateau in accordance with the agreement of the late emperor. Lee?"

"Well, the threat of the ice dragon Scassa is obvious to all. If it is not handled carefully, it may develop into the second plague of mad dragons." The emperor nodded, and said lightly: "Shatley is a small city on the border of the empire, near the gray desert. The resources are poor and the products are not abundant, so it’s okay to transfer the residents out and temporarily lease them to the Bantu people, after all, once a war is launched, it’s not as simple as leaving home.”

The Bantu people were really in a hurry. In order to survive, the empire had to mobilize multiple legions to carry out the Northern Expedition. Not to mention the waste of money and people, it was completely worthless.

Because even if all the Bantu people were wiped out, who would be willing to garrison the ghostly place of Wannian Snow Mountain? There is not even a speck of oil, so why beat him.

Keeping the Bantu tribe can not only save a large amount of additional military expenditure, but also allow them to rack their brains to take the lead in dealing with the ice dragon Skasa and take the lead for the empire. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

"Also, set up the table and light white candles! Bring someone up." The emperor's tone suddenly became a little bit more serious, and his voice was so cold that anyone could hear the burst of anger.

Putting on the table and lighting white candles means that His Majesty the Emperor is going to kill someone.

"Viscount Nastyk, you are a provincial judge, but you know how to break the law. You allow your relatives and friends to act recklessly, and you also accept bribes from others, and you are corrupt. The funds collected from your mansion are roughly estimated to be at least 7000 million! Anyone who complains about you to your superiors People were either beaten with broken arms or legs, or disappeared without a trace."

The emperor Zhu Bi swiped heavily at the verdict, without giving the other party a chance to beg for mercy, and coldly reprimanded: "Pull the three clans, and all other related parties will be punished according to the law, there will be no pardon!"

wow~
The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty knelt down on the ground. According to tradition, the execution of nobles is to shout for His Majesty's mercy, but before they could speak, the emperor continued: "As the governor of the province, the Earl of Ringwood has The crime of oversight, but you say you don’t know about such a big issue? It’s nonsense! The Ringwood family is allotted to the Northwest Territory, and the family is the warden of the Imperial Prison, so you can’t return to Taren.”

Perhaps because of being too excited, the cough became a little more severe, and the second half of the speech became a little hoarse. The emperor had to be helped away by the servants, and he needed a temporary rest.

The young third prince happened to pass by, and after respectfully paying his respects to his father, he took advantage of this rare opportunity to sneak into the palace hall.

In the past, his father always strictly prohibited him from entering this place, but the exuberant curiosity of a teenager is more difficult to stop than a naughty cat.

The resplendent palace hall, the respectful and kneeling officials, all of them are showing off their might and fame outside, but now they dare not raise their heads, dare not show their breath, for fear that "the king's grace" will come to them.

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger, thunder, rain and dew are all your favor.

Huyd Baden stared curiously at the throne that symbolized the pinnacle of power, and sat on it quietly as if by accident, and none of the kneeling officials below noticed it, and they were respectful.

His mother once told him that there are billions of chairs in the world, and you can sit on them all, but you can't sit on the one in the middle of the palace.

The white candle flames on the desk flickered, and the written verdict was even more glaring. With a swipe of the monarch's red pen, all rebels died.

This is the Emperor of the Ninth Five!
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Ye Lin held an open diary in one hand, stroked the soft and beautiful hair of the eldest princess, and said thoughtfully: "So, in fact, Leon back then was the same as you, he performed as well as he could, but Can't sit in that chair."

"Hmm..." Celia responded slowly, her voice was a little vague.

The diary sounds a bit unbelievable. The emperor of Lyon actually had the habit of keeping a diary. It's strange, who is a serious person who keeps a diary.

Celia's cheeks were rosy, she raised her head and gasped for breath, and guessed, "It's probably because he dares not tell anyone about many secrets, so he can only use a diary to express his feelings."

Sitting on the throne by accident, watching the courtiers kneel down, cutting life and death with one stroke, touched Huyd Baden a lot.

He is the emperor's third son. According to the tradition, he has no chance to take that seat at all, but the seeds of ambition have quietly germinated.

Regarding Leon's diary, Celia gave it to him after she found it, and asked if she wanted to extract and publish it. There are many ambitious words in it, which are quite shocking.

A tyrant's nearly 30-year mental journey is definitely a very precious piece of information.

"It can be kept privately, but this is a scandal of the royal family, so it's better not to leak it." Ye Lin shook his head. It can be made public, but at least three to five years later, not now.

　Celia flicked a stray strand of hair, exhaled slowly, her eyes were charming, and she slowly lowered her head. She resumed her status as an imperial diplomat, and there will be many times when she needs to talk and communicate in the future.

　　About a quarter of an hour later, Ye Lin suddenly patted the back of her head, the eldest imperial daughter understood, nodded quickly, her cheeks sunken~~ Slowly, Celia puffed out her round cheeks.

　　Gudoo~ Gudoo... hiccup...

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　　Second more tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)