treacherous beauty

"Young Master, Master Hua said that if he wants to buy horses, he must train the army. He may smell something. Please find a way to send this money to Master Hua." Murong Ye begged with a trembling voice.

Wei Xuanlang squeezed the bank note in his sleeve, and helped him up: "Yes."

Suddenly remembered, that person, if he is willing to help himself, seems to be able to generate a lot of money.

——Yong Yong's wonderful painting is flat and flat, and Gun Gunqing convinces everyone.

The talent of managing the world and helping the people is his elder brother Xiao Yan.

If you ask him about the livelihood and military pay in the frontier, you will definitely be able to find a long-term solution.

……

"Our people at General He's side are watching closely. Even if someone wants to do something, it's not so easy to get it." Murong Ye said as he walked, "But it's not a problem if he stays there all the time, my lord. It's better to go and beg the Duke to fish him out."

Wei Xuanlang paused, and a few strands of black hair brushed his cheeks: "Tell He Rongxian to bear it for a few more days."

My father was unreliable, so he came to find a way.

"Why don't we rob people out first?" Murong Ye was a little angry these days: "When will it be the emperor's and Dali Temple's turn to mess with our people?"

"Wait until Hua Yu's letter arrives." Wei Xuanlang said.

He single-handedly brought out the officers and soldiers of Yinhu Pass, and if there is such a thing as a spy, it is natural to investigate thoroughly first, He Rongxian, they cannot be picked out yet.

"Young master." Seeing that he was walking in the direction of Xiao's mansion, Murong Ye asked in surprise: "The general's mansion is completed, why don't you go back and have a look?"

We are about to get married soon.

They ran too often to Xiao's mansion, as if they were tied to their souls.

Oh, look at the old father's heart he fucked.

"En." Wei Xuanlang responded, but didn't turn back, and went straight to Xiao's mansion.

Princess Tongcheng won't marry him, just wait and see.

***

It was noon, and in Xiao's study room, the warm sun was shining, reflecting the nib of the pen flying on the desk. The man who was wielding the pen had his black hair tied up, and he was dressed meticulously in the thin bamboo and green shirt that he had collared. He looked serious as if he was writing. What a rather important letter.

As he was writing, he stopped his wrist, and after looking around, he stamped his private seal, and his movements were smooth and smooth, in one go.

"Okay." Xue Yong said to himself, not even noticing that the person who left at dawn had come behind him, Wei Xuanlang rolled up his sleeves and put away the pen and ink for him: "What are you writing?"

Seeing that he was so attentive, Xue Yong was very pleased, so he curled his lips and smiled lowly: "There are a lot of people in Wenzhou who occupy the mountains as kings and fall grass as bandits. General Wei is stationed at Yinhuguan, which is separated from Wenzhou by a wall. Have you ever heard of it? ?”

Zhang Tong, the governor of Wenzhou, wrote a letter saying that Wenzhou is poor, bad, and banditry is rampant. As soon as he took office, he was extorted by the court, but the state treasury was empty and there was not even a mouse. The government office was about to go out to beg. And money to the court.

"Of course I know." Wei Xuanlang said: "When you are full of warmth, you think about it, but you are hungry and cold. The place in Wenzhou does not accept it for ten years, and there are many things about stealing chickens and dogs, and robbing houses."

Yinhuguan is less than a hundred miles away from Wenzhou. The poor birds in that place don't shit. Occasionally they go for a stroll when they are free, and things are stolen if they don't pay attention.

Seeing that Xue Yong didn't speak, Wei Xuanlang asked: "Could it be that you are in charge of Wenzhou's affairs?"

That place has accumulated evils for many years, the imperial court is weak, and local officials change things around, no one wants to get involved.

Xue Yong replied to him very seriously: "I wrote a letter to Zhang Tong, the governor of Wenzhou, and asked him to promote the Baojia joint defense in Wenzhou. Every household will draw a strong man to form a militia army, and add more sickles, hoes, and sticks. Usually, these people are farming and doing business at home, and when they encounter bandits robbing, they will sound a gong as a signal, and the militiamen will go forward to resist with weapons, protect the fields and houses, and teach them some ways of doing business... What do you think? ?”

Wei Xuanlang lowered his eyelashes, staring straight at his white and elegant neck, feeling a little restless in his heart: "The emperor is really lucky to have such a good minister like you."

The tone is inexplicably sour.

Xue Yong looked at Wei Xiaoye who had an unclear expression, and chuckled: "But let's accumulate some virtue for myself."

It's not difficult either.

What's more, Zhang Tong, the newly appointed governor of Wenzhou, is one of his own people, and he was devastated as soon as he arrived, so he should help out no matter what.

Wei Xuanlang lowered his eyes, staring at the letter in his hand without speaking.

Xue Yong sealed the letter, cleaned his hands, stretched out his fingers to caress his thin lips: "Why are you so preoccupied today, tell me and let my brother give you an idea?"

As he spoke, he hooked his fingers, and took off Wei Xuanlang's gluttonous mask: "What is such a good-looking person hiding?"

When Wei Xuanlang was touched by his fingertips, his cheeks turned red immediately to the tips of his ears. When he squeezed hard suddenly, his palms bled and he didn't know it: "Those who rob merchants in Wenzhou are people under my command pretending to be robbers."

He was talking nonsense, but he didn't feel guilty at all, and looked straight at Xue Yong.

Xue Yong was surprised, and then said: "Little General Wei is short of money?"

Wei Xuanlang nodded generously this time.

In the past, the military's monthly expenditures depended entirely on the court's military pay. He had never thought about money. This time, the military advisor Hua Yu wrote to remind him repeatedly, to the effect that the military pay must be self-sufficient and cannot be controlled by others.

Xue Yong's expression froze, and this time he didn't speak.

If the generals who lead the army all the year round have any connection with the imperial court, it is the military pay and food allocated to the camp every month. If this is gone, the imperial court will really be useless to them.

Since it is useless, what does chaos have to do with not chaos!

He lowered his head and took a sip of his tea: "Little General Wei thinks it's time to rule the world?"

"The world is settled, the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous, and the middle of the capital is prosperous, count!" Wei Xuanlang said.

Although I don't like the emperor Jian Chengcong, I have to say that he governs the country well.

Xue Yong smiled: "Since that is the case, why should Little General Wei worry that the imperial court has no money to pay the army?"

It is the best policy to find a way to replace the servant of the household department with his own talent.

Wei Xuanlang's complexion changed a few times. He wasn't annoyed that Xue Yong didn't help him, but that his brother Xiao Yan was always thinking about that wimpy emperor Jian Chengcong. Annoyed, he wanted to go wrong...

The palace is so masculine, the emperors all cut off their sleeves.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, and the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he asked Xue Yong a little blatantly: "Do you really like the emperor?"

The voice was extremely bitter.

"He is kind to me." Xue Yong said lightly.

He didn't want to say anything more about it, the relationship between him and Jian Chengcong couldn't be explained clearly in a while.

Wei Xuanlang was really confused, his brows and eyes seemed to be roaring with anger: "It's because of this, brother Xiao Yan, you are willing to be in bed..."

"Crack." The cup in Xue Yong's hand fell to the ground, and the water splashed both of them.

Wei Xuanlang took a breath, frowned his handsome eyebrows, stretched out his arms to embrace the man, and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, Brother Xiao Yan."

He shouldn't have mentioned the past.

Xue Yong sighed in his arms, trembling slightly, but smiled and said: "I have always liked you, Fei Qing."

Wei Xuanlang tightened his arms and buried his head on his shoulder: "Brother Xiao Yan."

The voice was deep and gentle, deeply and shallowly lingering in Xue Yong's ears.

Eyelids lifted slightly, Xue Yong turned his face to look at him: "Look, you can't flirt at such an age, do you want brother Xiao Yan to teach you?"

Wei Xuanlang raised his head abruptly, his eyes darkened, he raised Xue Yong's chin with his long fingers, and crushed his lips hard...

Xue Yong was ashamed to talk about what happened next.

It took less than half a stick of incense for Master Wei to kiss him, and he passed out due to exhaustion.

But Young Master Wei is really ruthless. After waking up, Xue Yong looked at the bronze mirror and found five or six red spots on his neck, not to mention his lips...

How can a noble son of a family be so hungry.

***

Weifu.

May give birth to a child.

Xuanlang, the fourth son of the Wei family, was born on the fifth day of May.

Children born in May will endanger their parents when they grow to the same height as the door, so they will be abandoned or drowned, unable to support them.

……

"Master, what are you thinking?" Mrs. Wei knocked on the door outside the study for a long time, but there was no movement inside, so she opened the door and came in, asking cautiously.

Wei Xianzhi suddenly came back to his senses, seeing that it was her, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I was thinking, when will Jue'er return to Beijing."

Mrs. Wei was startled: "Master wants to call Sui'er back to Beijing?"

He smiled lightly and said, "Yes, when one gets old, one always thinks that the children are by his side."

Mrs. Wei thought to herself: The 20 troops of the Wei family are all outside the pass, and the position of commander cannot be left in the hands of others. Once Wei Xuanjue returns to Beijing, then Wei Xuanlang...

She looked at Wei Xianzhi hesitantly: "Then Langer?"

Wei Xianzhi embraced her: "Lang'er and the princess will stay in Beijing after they get married, and the two children will not go to that bitter cold place."

Wiping the corners of her eyes, Mrs. Wei said: "Master finally thinks about it. Lang'er left us at the age of 16 and suffered three years in the border. Enough is enough."

"Ma'am, what are you talking about?" Wei Xianzhi asked, "Pu'er was only 13 years old when she left Beijing."

Old Mrs. Wei was displeased, she certainly didn't mean to allow the concubine to return to the capital, but she rarely heard her husband comparing Wei Xuanlang with other sons, so she couldn't calm down for a while.

She lowered her head, and her eyes fell on the word "珝" written by Wei Xianzhi on the desk. Mrs. Wei said, "Could it be that Lang'er disobeyed the Lord?"

"Ma'am is thinking too much." Wei Xianzhi showed a little helplessness.

Mrs. Wei said again: "Could it be that the master remembered Lang'er's birthday again?"

It is auspicious to have a child on the fifth day of May.

Wei Xianzhi put down his pen and sighed: "I can't hide what's on my mind from my wife."

Mrs. Wei pulled her face down: "On the day Lang'er was born, the master told my concubine that Lord Mengchang once asked his father: "Whether a person's life is bestowed by heaven or by the sect? Mr. Mengchang, the master was more open than my concubine that day, why did you bring up this nonsense today?"

Wei Xianzhi took his wife's hand and sighed: "Pu'er and Lang'er are both our sons. In terms of appearance, resourcefulness, and temperament, Pian'er is naturally inferior to Lang'er, but Madam doesn't know about it. Too much obsession may be an ominous sign."

I am afraid that I will respond to the saying that a son born in May will hinder his parents.