I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

"Father, I have found an opportunity to break the situation." Yu Shen's eyes flashed, and he didn't look like the usual dandy outside.

The man opposite raised his eyes and glanced at him gently. The warning flashed through him, and Yu Chu understood immediately.

Partition walls have ears. His eyes swept around the room, and then he lowered his voice: "The key to the matter lies in Bu Xian Xian."

"Look at the future of your idea." Jizhou Wang Yu Ke rolled his eyes at him, threw away the leg of lamb in his hand, and wiped the oil on his hands with his wide sleeves: "Xijing is indeed prosperous, but it is not like being obsessed with flowers. Eye."

Yu Shen then knelt down beside him with a smile: "Father knows me. When I returned to Beijing this time, outsiders said that my father had a bright future, but His Majesty only saw you once and refused to say anything. Father. I have been depressed these past few days, so my son naturally wants to share his worries with his father."

"So your way to relieve your worries is to rely on this wine?"

"Ming Yue Lou's Buxian is indeed the best wine I have ever seen. Anyone who has tried it will be tempted. Even the palace bought it twice in a row... This also gives us the opportunity to kill three birds with one stone. "

When Yu Ke heard this, he showed a serious expression: "You mean, my father also likes this wine?"

"Exactly." Yu Shen nodded: "Bu Xian Xian is sweet and long-lasting. The royal wine in the palace, Guihua Nong, is like a light village mash. Your Majesty has no wine every night. It's fine if you haven't drank it before. Since you have tasted it, How can I bear it when it tastes like this?"

"It's just that this kind of thing has to be worried about the procurement in the palace, so what does it have to do with you, my father and my son?"

Yu Shen lowered his eyes and sighed: "My father is busy with military affairs on weekdays, so I'm afraid he doesn't understand some of the rumors in the capital. Previously, forced purchases were prevalent in the palace, and last year a group of businessmen were forced to commit suicide with their entire family. His Majesty was greatly shocked after hearing this. Furious, they killed the two chief eunuchs, Shang Shan and Shang Yi, and issued a decree requiring all purchases in the palace to be at the market price from now on. So even if they have intentions at this moment, they will not make an exception for the Immortal."

Yu Ke has led troops for many years and has always been impatient with these internal affairs: "Even so, let's just follow the old rules. You said so many things today, why are you here?"

"I have just met Lu Jiancheng of Shangshan Supervisor." Yu Shen whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty is bound by his own decree and cannot take any action. But if Changling City takes this Buxian as a tribute, All the annual output is given away, but it is not included in the purchase."

When Yu Ke heard this, he finally smashed the bar to get some flavor.

"Does the owner of Mingyue Tower have a grudge against you?" he asked.

Tributes have a good reputation, but for merchants, they are miserable.

Things dedicated to the royal family are not allowed to be sold privately except for the tribute. Apart from a golden tribute title, there is no reward of five pieces of money. Therefore, tributes from various states and counties are basically provided by local officials. The properties under his name rarely come from ordinary merchants.

It is conceivable that Mingyue Tower finally brewed such a famous wine as Bu Xianxian. It must be that he wants to make a lot of money. He would never want to give it to the noble Emperor for free, no matter how elegant he is. Military strategy, heroic appearance.

"Who do you think your son is?" Yu Shen shook his head and said with a smile: "How could a small restaurant fall into my eyes? It just happened to happen. If I only relied on Lu Jiancheng himself, I'm afraid it would still be the same. There are some shortcomings, and I still need a memorial from my father to help."

Yu Ke waved his hand: "I am too lazy to pay attention to the businessmen's affairs. Recently, I have asked for an audience several times, but His Majesty has not agreed. I guess there is still some hesitation. At this time, it is better to do less than to do more, so don't mention it again. "

"It is precisely because it is at this critical moment that my father must submit this memorial." Yu Shen's lips curled up: "Bu Xianxian brews wine from grains, and the price is better than gold. Merchants are short-sighted and will scramble to imitate them in order to make huge profits. , will lead to food scarcity and high prices. Even in good years, the people will still be hungry, which will shake the country's foundation over time. Therefore, it is recommended to list it as a tribute, with the annual output designated by the palace, and not to be brewed and traded privately among the people. "

Yu Ke's gaze fell firmly on his son: "These words...were all your thoughts?"

"Yes. Once this memorial is published, Your Majesty will also see my father's talent in governing the country, and all the original hesitations will naturally disappear."

"Haha." There was a smile on Yu Ke's face: "You are really good at finding tricks. Not only did you please His Majesty, but you also solved the problem that has been worrying your father for the past few days. I just wonder where the third eagle ended up? "

"If Bu Xian Xian can accept this as a tribute wine, Lu Jiancheng is willing to reciprocate the favor. After it is confirmed as a tribute, he will have his own means to obtain Bu Xian Xian's recipe. When the time comes, he will change the name and taste to market it all over the world. Father The king will never have to worry about money again."

"Hahahaha!" Yu Ke blew his beard and laughed.

"If this king gets what he wants, he will definitely live up to my Qilin son!"

Changling Yiting. Huo Yu has been busy since last night until now, and his eyes are full of bloodshot eyes.

"Mr. Lang." He Jian came in and offered a bowl of ginseng soup: "You go and rest for a while. If I get any news, I will inform you immediately."

Huo Yu drank the bowl of ginseng soup in one gulp, but shook his head: "Your Majesty only gave me three days. If the case is not solved within the time limit, I am afraid it will implicate the family."

He straightened his back and stared straight into the dark night outside the door: "This is a matter of national concern. No wonder His Majesty is angry."

"But things have to be done bit by bit. Many clues have been found at the scene. Just follow the pictures to find out. You still have to take care of yourself." He Jian continued to advise.

"I just feel that those clues are a little too easy to obtain. Besides, there is no enmity between the Huns and Prince Wusun, so there is no reason to lurk here for a sneak attack." Huo Yu frowned.

"Although they have no grudges, they definitely don't want to see Wusun and I, Dayu, be on good terms."

"This reason is indeed true. But since you have the intention of provoking, why didn't you change the weapons and keep the scimitar that our clan is accustomed to? I'm afraid someone is trying to make a mystery and lead us to put the object of suspicion there, which is completely false. of the Huns."

Xu Kai's figure appeared in the courtyard at this moment. He strode into the house in a few steps: "Sir! We found those Huns! They are hiding at the northern foot of Shiyu Mountain!"

Huo Yu and He Jian were shocked when they heard this. "Are there really Huns sneaking in secretly? Do you know how many there are?"

"There are between twenty and thirty people, which is exactly the same as the group that attacked the mission."

Huo Yu suddenly stood up and said: "Collect all the cavalry of our headquarters and go with me to catch the thieves!"

When Yu Qiuzhi, the chief minister of the city, was leaving the court with Lu Jiancheng, the chief minister of Shanshan, he happened to see Huo Yu, Xu Kai and others riding out.

"Sir!" He shouted repeatedly: "Lu Jiancheng has something to ask for!"

What answered him was the sound of horse hooves. The sound gradually faded away, merged with the sound of countless hooves in the distance, and turned into a series of deep winter thunder, gradually disappearing into the distance.