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Seeing this, Xia Yi also picked up a book and read it. After a long time, he couldn't help but frown: "This silk business is done all over the country. In addition to the shops of the imperial court, Nanmanfeng also has several private shops... Is he doing charity?"

This Nan Manfeng was obviously taking money from his own house to fill in the loopholes in the salt tax collected by the imperial court from the same state.

"Tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall, what is in his mind?" Xia Yi frowned.

"In order to cover up the sale of smuggled salt, he even tampered with the account books of the silk and satin shop. If these account books were not found, Wang Chengyun might become a scapegoat." Xia Yi raised his eyes and looked at Nan Wenqing.

Although he didn't have a good impression of Wang Chengyun of that force, he was a clean official after all.

Seeing this, Nan Wenqing smiled and handed him the account book in his hand and said, "Look, these salts were not transported outside the customs, but to Changping."

In the fourteen prefectures in the south, Changping is like a barrier separating the thirteen prefectures from the frontier fortress. It is a lively area, with friends from all corners of the country, foreign businessmen, desperadoes, everyone, and the goods of Duan Wang are just in time. It was transported to Changping's biggest negotiator, Mei Zhenxue.

"Isn't Mei Zhenxue in the restaurant business? How did you start reselling smuggled salt?" Xia Yi asked curiously.

"Do you recognize her?" The little emperor raised his eyebrows, and now the prime minister must have smelled jealousy in the room.

"I only heard that she was very beautiful. On the surface, she was in the restaurant business, but in fact she was engaged in information business. She must be a strange woman. She was able to gain a firm foothold in such a chaotic place like Changping, and she also managed to make such a big business, relying on her beauty alone. There are no means. But one by one," Xia Yi deliberately prolonged the ending, pretending to be contemplative.

"But what?" Nan Wenqing asked seriously.

Seeing that the little emperor took the bait, Xia Yi smiled frivolously and said with a grin: "But she is still far behind my wife."

Nan Wenqing was taken aback, seeing his playful appearance and instantly reacted. Immediately, she wished to throw the account book in her hand at his face, and said furiously, "Aren't you too idle?"

Xia Yi: "It's okay."

Nan Wenqing: ... "Don't, don't! Ah! Eh, take it easy, it hurts, it hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong__ ouch! Don't slap my ass!"

Ever since, the prime minister, who was being chased and beaten by the little emperor with the keel golden fan, filled the secret room, ran away crying and howling, looking extremely embarrassed.

Xia Yi's kung fu is better than Nan Wenqing's. If he really wanted to dodge, the little emperor would not even be able to touch his clothes.

But he is very witty, always when Nan Wenqing is about to catch up, he deliberately slows down and shows his flaws on purpose. Although he looks agile, he keeps moving his body imperceptibly, whipping towards him. The fan that came down was greeted.

"Calling you nonsense! The majestic Prime Minister of the South, isn't he serious? Do you dare to make fun of me? Is it wrong?" Just now he didn't control his strength, and the red mark left on his forehead made Nan Wenqing see With lingering fears in his heart, he naturally didn't dare to use force, and only greeted the place with a lot of meat in a moderate manner.

Fortunately, there were only the two of them in the secret room.

Where is this teaching people?

These two couples were clearly tacit, flirting and flirting in the secret room of other people's Prince Duan's mansion.

"Ouch! Wrong! I was wrong! Don't tease you anymore, let's talk about business, talk about business!" Hearing this, Nan Wenqing gradually stopped his offensive, and stared coldly at Xia Yi who was open-mouthed.

Xia Yi rubbed his butt, looked at the little emperor in front of him with grievances, and pouted, "But since it's a business, why did Nan Manfeng want to sell it at a low price? Duan Wang wouldn't be so stupid if he was carrying his head on a loss-making business. Mei Where can Zhenxue sell this batch of salt?"

Nan Wenqing frowned and said, "Prince Duan made such a big detour to transport the smuggled salt to Changping. If Mei Zhenxue wants to resell it, he can only sell it to the north."

"Mobei..." Xia Yi's expression became serious.

If the salt was really sold to Mobei, why didn't Nan Manfeng just go by water?Mobei has indeed been short of salt in recent years, and the official salt trade can make Da Nan a lot of money.

But the salt sold by Da Nan is too expensive after all. If someone smuggles salt and sells it at this juncture, he can make a lot of money... It's not just money, connections, power, and financial resources. Can get support from the Mobei side.

Nan Wenqing's expression became even worse, and he said seriously: "After the bloody battle on the Jiuqu River many years ago, after the bloody battle at Zhennan Pass, Mobei's vitality was severely damaged, and in addition, there have been many natural disasters in the north in recent years, and there is a shortage of food and salt. Therefore, it has never violated our southern border."

"I have heard that Mobei is warlike, the former emperor of Yinnian was ill, and the court was in turmoil. You should ask General Meng to go out and pacify the northern border. But since the war has been pacified, why don't you trade with Mobei and impose tariffs instead? "Xia Yi wondered.

War is naturally something that everyone does not want to face, but if such a thing as trade can benefit both sides, no one will refuse.

"What he lacks in Mobei is food, and there have been a lot of famines in Danan in recent years. It is difficult for our own people to live and work, so why should we help the enemy country? Moreover, if Mobei recovers, I am afraid it will be another fierce battle. The people who will be sad at that time will not be the common people?" Nan Wenqing laughed.

"Danan has been in a superior position over the years. On the one hand, he is gradually monopolizing the supply of salt in Mobei, and on the other hand one by one." "Wait, what did you just say?" Xia Yi felt something flash in his mind. Pass.

"I said, to gradually monopolize the supply of salt in Mobei—Nan Manfeng, it's not because he wants to break the deadlock of the imperial court's monopoly, and form a value chain again..." Nan Wenqing suddenly realized, and couldn't help frowning. .

Thinking about it this way, it is indeed much clearer.

If this is the case, within a few years, Nanmanfeng can open up a new salt road, use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the emperor of Mobei, solicit the support of Mobei, and start a rebellion.

Calculated in this way, the money he put in was really nothing.

"Perhaps, we should go to Changping to pay a visit to Mei Zhenxue." Xia Yi murmured, rubbing his chin.

Seeing this, Nan Wenqing nodded in agreement and said, "That makes sense, then you should hurry up and make a copy of these ledgers so we can take them away."

Xia Yi was shocked when he heard the words, and smiled wryly: "Your Majesty, there are so many, your hands will be broken."

Nan Wenqing rolled his eyes at him and said, "Did the imperial court support you to eat rice?"

"Hand pain?" The Prime Minister was still unwilling to compromise.

Nan Wenqing looked at the guy in front of him who called him every day, and acted coquettishly and pretended to be weird at the end. He really laughed out of anger, and said with his hands on his hips, "You owe me a beating again, don't you?"

The prime minister hurriedly said aggrieved: "You are so heartless, you have chased me down, you will treat me badly, domestic violence every day, and make me work hard, I __" "What did you say?" Nan Wenqing's face suddenly turned cold Come down, interrupt him.

who is it?Who is relying on his likes to do whatever he wants all day long?It's fine to use him as an emperor as a cook, and he is becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Look at him!

Seeing that the little emperor was really angry, Xia Yi hesitated for a second, and put his face close to him, holding Nan Wenqing's arm and said in a warm voice: "I said to copy them one by one! Your Majesty has ordered it, how can you not copy it? Qinger, I was wrong, You are the person who treats me the best in the world, I am too happy, I __” “Humph!” Nan Wenqing didn’t bother to talk to him, just pushed the person away, and said coldly: “As long as I don’t allow it, even if it is King Duan didn't dare to enter the study, so you just stay here and don't come out until you finish copying."

"I'll copy, I'll copy, don't be angry, okay? Qinger, Qinger? Qing__" Xia Yi chased him out, and before he could finish speaking, he was kicked back into the secret room by the little emperor, and Pingsha came In the falling geese style, all pens, inks, papers and inkstones were thrown in.

Xia Yi swore that he would never commit suicide again.