After the villains heard my voice, they all lost their composure.

Now that the emperor has money in his pocket, his tone of voice becomes the same.

Yan Mu'an raised his eyebrows, "How can you say that it was me and the prince who discovered it? Why don't you share it with me?"

emperor......

"Looking at everyone in Southern Qi, you are rich and powerful, but you are still short of money?"

Yan Mu'an sighed quietly, "Who thinks that money is too much? I am rich, but my prince is poor. We are sitting here leisurely drinking tea. Thinking about my prince who is fighting at the moment, and I don't know whose blood is on him, The key is that I still have to eat glutinous rice bran after being almost dead from exhaustion. Thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable and I feel sorry for my prince."

"I just want to give him more money and let him eat something good, but my prince said, how can he, a man of great dignity and upright, spend his wife's dowry to make him unable to straighten his waist and have no confidence to speak? , Can I let my prince suffer such injustice?"

"I would rather hold on to the money and cry than use it to insult the prince. In the whole world, who else can the prince rely on besides you, who is like a brother and a father?"

The emperor almost spit a sip of tea in her face. After being here for a few days, he had witnessed with his own eyes what kind of life Yan Mu'an lived. It was better than what he, the emperor, lived. He spent no more than half a day dealing with business every day. The rest were enjoying life and eating quite well. He didn't notice her discomfort and distress at all.

"You know..."

"Stop." The emperor couldn't listen anymore, "I will allocate the general's salary in full, and I will not lose a penny from him."

Yan Muan winked at him, "Won't you give your brother a private room?"

The emperor chuckled. Did the bastard still have a small amount of money that he stole from him?

Still a private house?

That person who seems to have a private house?

"I have my own arrangements, you don't need to worry, I will pay back what I owe you."

"No need to pay it back."

The emperor's eyes lit up before Yan Mu'an finished speaking. He thought Yan Mu'an was going to be generous, but in the end he heard her say: "I asked Manager Hua to take care of the trouble of sending the money here and there, and I will give you the money this year. I will pull it out when the time comes."

The emperor said that he should not have any illusions about her, so he got up and went out without seeing her, mainly because he was afraid that if he stayed, he would be asked for more.

Caihe stepped forward and changed the tea cup for Yan Muan, "My uncle has such a good temper."

That's the emperor. The whole of Southern Qi belongs to him. Who dares to say anything if he wants to use some money? Not only can't he show his distress, but he must also prepare for him as much as possible. Even if he spends all the money in the palace, there will be no one. You dare to object, and now you actually say you will pay back the money?

"The princess is still awesome."

Yan Mu'an felt that the two brothers were somewhat ashamed.

"Where did Lin Xun and Luo Hui go?"

Yan Mu'an put down the tea cup and found that today's guards had changed to a different group of people. Caihe said, "I said I went out for something, but I don't know what it was exactly."

Yan Mu'an raised her eyebrows. It seemed that she was working for the emperor, but she did not intend to interfere in the emperor's affairs. Although she seemed to have adapted to this status now, she also figured out the way to live here. After arriving in Yongcheng, she also Smooth sailing, but not arrogant enough to think he can govern a country.

Although the emperor and the widowed king have many shortcomings, she cannot compare to them when it comes to handling family and country affairs.

As the days passed, the weather started to get hotter and hotter. On the two hottest days, Yan Muan even wore single clothes and did not dare to go to the garden to enjoy the flowers. The sun stung her face. Fortunately, Grandma Fang Grandma asked someone to make a moisturizing cream, which alleviated the previous skin problems.

"It's been a month, but I don't know if Yong Yu and the others have arrived yet?"

The letters sent to various families in the capital have already received replies, so people should have arrived, right?

At the end of April, Yongcheng was full of spectacular scenery. At the end of April, the chaotic land was devastated. The young grass that finally broke through the ground was quickly trampled by people. What rushed into the eyes and ears was not the pleasant scenery, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, but landslides. With a tsunami-like cry of killing, the elites led by the king have begun to metamorphose. After experiencing blood and fire and physical limit breakthroughs, they are simpler than before. They never skimp on their strength in daily training, and they fight hard against their companions. Try as they might, almost everyone comes away with injuries.

"Where's Mom, were these people really bandits before?"

Those who gathered halfway did other than sparring and did some simple exercises. When they were free and saw the scene of the Black Wind Guards competing with each other, they couldn't help but swallowed their saliva, "How can they be companions? They are the enemies who killed their father." "

"Have you ever seen any bandits with such abilities? They are mercenaries."

"Have you ever seen any mercenaries like this? Those mercenaries only care about money. They are very slick and don't have the same taste as these people. These people are like soldiers of the imperial court."

As soon as these words came out, someone laughed, "If Nan Qi had such elites, how could they have been doing nothing for all these years? I think they are just mercenaries hired with a lot of money. They are just lucky."

Everyone nodded in agreement. If they had such elites, they would not be able to pull them out to scare the enemy and let them know that they were not easy to bully?

Can you still hide it?

"They must be mercenaries."

"What are you still looking at? Gather together. If you don't do hard work and practice, you won't be able to pick up fresh corpses in the future."

A stout lame man walked up with a fierce look on his face. Everyone was training hard to gain military merit. How could he not be envious?

How could he have been assigned to manage these rabble if he hadn't injured his leg?

"Hurry up, are you running so slowly and want to pick up money?"

As we all know, there is actually a lot of money in cleaning the battlefield. Even broken arrows can be exchanged for money. These elites have a lot of income after following them. Those who lick blood from the knife edge do not think that the money is unlucky, but they work hard to pick it up. .

After a while, these rabble began to practice. Although most of them were messing around, there were also some people with ideas who practiced very seriously. They could see clearly that the tricks they practiced were not like those of mercenaries, regardless of whether they were black or white. What is Feng Wei's identity? He is so powerful. They are convinced by any identity. If he could join him, wouldn't he be better than he is now?

Yong Chang was patrolling, his eyes fell on the people practicing on the field, and he said to the deputy beside him: "Some of them are quite good. Take a look at them. When the time comes, you can jump out and form another one. If necessary, you can make up for it."

Some of the elites he brought out have been lost. The reason why they are not being replenished now is just because the timing is not right.

The deputy thought it was feasible, "There are indeed some good candidates here, but as the master, we don't have much time. There are only two days left before the January period. Li You not only refused to surrender, but also gathered a large number of forces to join forces. They want to swallow us whole, why haven’t Zhou Wu and the others arrived yet?”

It was agreed that they would surrender within one month, and that would be one month. If they did not make any move after the one-month deadline, it would be a big test for their morale.

If it were a head-to-head fight, how could they be a match for 30,000 people?

The situation is not optimistic.