Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 314

"I said, have you been crying more and more frequently in the past two years, brat?"

In the imperial study room, Mo Jingyao looked at the noble young man who was standing on the edge of the window sill, holding a bamboo leaf that he didn't know where he got it, and his brain ached.

"You just came here at the beginning of the month to cry poorly, and it's not yet the middle of the month, why are you here again?" Emperor Yun Jing raised his hand and pressed the center of his brows, speaking earnestly and deeply, "A Yan, you give me the money for you!" I'll keep some coffin books—"

"My private money is almost taken away by you!!"

"Wake up, old man," Mo Junli smiled playfully, leaning towards the window leisurely, shaking the bamboo leaf tip in his mouth, "Your coffin was originally from the public account of the treasury, not a private account—— Where can I empty the treasury?"

"Besides, I don't know how many private shops you have in Beijing, and how much income you can get from the Liangtian shop under your name every month."

"You can't be poor."

Not only will he not be poor, but he will even be richer than him.

The young man raised his eyes sourly, sneaking away the feigned pain and exaggeration on his father's face, and his heart was filled with jealous bubbles.

Not counting the more than [-] mu of fertile land in the suburbs of Beijing that belongs to his father alone, there are no less than eight prosperous shops run by his old man in the major squares and cities in central Beijing.

Assuming that one room can have a surplus of 4000 taels a month, eight rooms would be [-] taels. After deducting the tax he paid to the treasury, there would be [-] taels of silver left.

What's more, the prosperous shops in Zhongshi have a monthly surplus of more than 3000 taels...

Can this still be poor?

This is not much richer than him!
——Damn it, he hates the rich! !

Mo Junli twisted his handsome face in sourness, and the bamboo leaf tip in his mouth suddenly smelled bad. He walked along the window and threw the bamboo leaf out of the imperial study room, and his whole body was instantly sluggish. three points.

"Besides, I didn't come here this time to cry for poverty." The young man lost his face, scratched his head, found a chair and sat down, and took advantage of the opportunity to cross his legs, "It's for business."

No, it doesn't look like you're sitting here for business.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like bandits entering the village—robbing!

Mo Jingyao couldn't help but slander, and the dislike in his whole body was already beyond words.

He put away the memorials that had been reviewed on the table, and then took out a blank special clean jade version, and dipped a pen in the thick ink, meditated for a while, and copied the "Maha Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra".

According to his understanding of his own brat, the serious business that can come out of his mouth is probably not a fun thing. In order to prevent this brat from being so angry that he dies on the spot, it is better for him to copy the scriptures in advance and calm down.

Emperor Yunjing was thinking secretly, and slightly raised his chin at the young man who was not in good shape: "What's the business, let's talk about it."

"...Let me say, old man, you don't have to be so nervous that you can even bring out the Heart Sutra, right?" Mo Junli's lips twitched subconsciously when he saw Mo Jingyao's movements from the corner of his eye.

He tilted his head and stared at the penholder in Emperor Yunjing's hand for a long time, and seeing that he didn't intend to stop what he was doing, he couldn't help smacking his lips and "tsk".

"To make a big deal out of a molehill." The young man lowered his head and muttered, then casually propped his chin, "Old man, according to the news from the informant, the old Monarch Hanze is seriously ill, and he can last at most another two months."

"He has never established a crown prince, and it is cold this year, and the Hanze country does not have much food in storage...I don't need to say what will happen next."

Hearing this, Mo Jingyao paused suddenly in his hand.

"Is this news reliable?" Emperor Yun Jing frowned, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were a little dignified. The ink smudged into a big cloud on the paper, and a good word was ruined in an instant.

"Lu Qiu passed it back," Mo Junli answered irrelevantly, "Do you think it's reliable?"

"That boy..." Mo Jingyao lowered his eyes and smirked lightly. He had dealt with Lu Qiu before. Although the boy's temperament was not as calm as Yan Chuan's, his mind was more active than Yan Chuan's, and he was able to handle things safely.

"However," Emperor Yunjing's expression softened slightly, but his frowning brows never relaxed, "Why haven't I received any news?"

"It's not just the two of us who have placed informants in Hanze court hall." Mo Junli shrugged nonchalantly, "Someone deliberately intercepted the incoming letter."

"That's it." Mo Jingyao couldn't help but sneer when he heard the words, "Then these idiots are really promising."

"That's right, they're all very promising now." The young man's long eyelashes were half drooping, and he stretched out his hand to brush off the thin dust on the hem of his clothes, "Old man, what should I say, do you want to make two preparations in advance?"

"Do you want me to call Aning into the palace for you?"

"Naturally we have to make preparations, and Mingyuan also has to shout." Emperor Yunjing said, putting down the brush in his hand, and took advantage of the opportunity to make a ball of the scrapped rice paper, "But, I'm not going to prepare." Let them leave early."

Mo Junli raised his eyebrows: "Playing stupid?"

Mo Jingyao nodded lightly: "You have to play dumb for a while."

"Otherwise, where would they have the guts to continue." The old emperor raised his eyebrows and eyes, his face full of winning, "If I want to take it, I must give it first."

"Furthermore, Hanze is really miserable. As long as their people don't run amok in that city, it's not a big deal to send out this bit of food and grass."

The boy was suddenly happy: "How can you be so kind?"

"I always pity the people of the world." Mo Jingyao said lightly, "Besides, there is no telling when that place will become ours."

It's not kind to give yourself food.

At most, it's left-handed and right-handed—and it's the kind that's a few years ahead of schedule.

"Hey." Hearing this, Mo Junli couldn't help getting up immediately, stroking his palms, "Old man, I can't tell—"

The young man frowned, walked to the edge of the imperial case with a smile, put his hands on his hands, and said jokingly: "You still have a dream of dominance hidden in your heart."

"Stinky boy, don't act like a big-tailed wolf with me here." Emperor Yun Jing gave his hapless son a lazy look, "The one who wants to dominate is not me."

"Ayan, this delicate balance has been maintained for too long."

The time when Qian Ping and Fu Li were separated from each other was really too long, and the world has been stable for too many years.

The big countries have already raised their soldiers and horses, and the small countries have also recuperated enough to live. The few countries caught in the middle are gearing up, and the imminent momentum of the mountain rain is already overwhelming.

In addition, in recent years, Qianping's national power has become stronger and stronger, and it is faintly about to break that delicate balance——

Mo Jingyao said in a deep voice, "Sooner or later there will be a battle."

And that day won't come too late.

"I know." Mo Junli narrowed his eyes, rather than saying "sooner or later", it would be better to say it was about to explode.

After escaping to Fuli in his previous life, he only found out that his uncle had secretly stockpiled one hundred thousand elite soldiers more than ten years ago. got up.

"So——" Emperor Yunjing sighed in disappointment, glanced at the half-year-old boy inexplicably, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "Ayan, you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders."

Mo Junli's face remained unchanged, and he patted it back with a smile: "It's hard to say."

　Old Mo: Hanze, right? It’s not a big problem. I’ll accept it sooner or later~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)