What should I do if I see the male protagonist? [Transmigration Book]

The street market was covered with red silk lanterns. Although there were still sporadic snowflakes falling from the sky, the coldness of the idea could not hide the happy expressions on the faces of the people in Black Rock City.

"Hey! Did you go to see that prairie Chanyu who was captured alive yesterday by General Shen, ah no, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and dragged back from the city gate?"

"Of course I watched it! How could I miss such a rare scene in a hundred years!"

"Now, we don't have to worry about the grassland people committing crimes every year. Shen, Your Highness the Crown Prince said that all the tribes in the grassland will be broken up and incorporated into the household registration of the Great Yin. From then on, there will be no more chaotic tribes, only our big Yin's Yanbei State is here!"

Wearing new clothes that they are reluctant to wear on weekdays, everyone's face is full of pride and joy.

There are many sheds on both sides of the long street, and there are two cauldrons under each shed. People in new clothes are mixed with soldiers wearing old wounded armor who have not had time to wash the blood. .

An old lady with a hair bun combed meticulously, with her black and white hair wrapped in a blue cloth scooped a ladle full of broth from the pot, grabbed two large steamed buns from the steamer, and handed them over: " Good boys, thank you for your hard work, come and eat more, this is all paid by the imperial court, just to reward you soldiers who went to the grassland royal court, go back and tell your comrades, our meat and food here If you have enough pancakes, ask them all to come here, ma'am, my handicraft is well-known in the entire Black Rock City, and the pancakes are better than that fat girl next to Liu Er!"

The old lady's excessive enthusiasm made the soldier at a loss, so he could only blushed and accepted the broth and pancakes, and thanked him.

Standing on the tall city tower, Yin Shengle saw that every stall hired to cook broth and steam pancakes for the expeditionary army was extremely enthusiastic to entertain these soldiers who had just withdrawn from the grassland the day before, the messy but lively crowd The sound can be heard clearly even in the fortress on the city wall.

He propped his hands on the top of the pitch-black stone wall. These hands were broad, slender and powerful, with a slightly dark complexion. There was a small cut that had just formed a scab on the back of his left hand.

Compared with the year when he just came to Black Rock City, Yin Shengle has completely lost the shadow of a nobleman in the imperial capital and a romantic young man.

Instead, he looked like an adult man with restrained and calm divine light and resolute and stable brows.

His face is still handsome, and those rare black eyes are as breathtaking as ever, and those frivolous and irritable ones seem to have been washed away from him by time, and they can no longer be found in the former Great Yin Palace. The shadow of "Little Omen".

Finally, the uncertain clouds and mist were removed, revealing the true nature of the majestic mountains.

Yin Shengle stared in the direction of the long street for a long while, but he still hadn't changed his armor. He worked hard all night, agreeing with Shang Yujiang and others on where the prisoners on the grassland would go, and demarcating the villages, The scope of the county, the dispatch of the Northwest Army to garrison and patrol, and a lot of things have only been discussed until now, and more specific things will have to wait until they return to the court and discuss with the officials before they can be finalized.

He is going back.

The northwest prairie has been fully incorporated into the territory of Great Yin, and now is the carnival time for rewarding meritorious deeds.

"After I go back, I'm afraid they won't recognize me now." Yin Shengle didn't look back.

And the person behind him was also the one he was most familiar with. There was a tired look on Shen Hui's brows, but sparks were burning in his eyes: "Your Highness, if you go here, you will be the emperor of the world."

Yin Shengle turned around, and now he was much taller than Shen Hui, with broad shoulders and a blood-red cloak that stretched down. With just one stop, he could protect Shen Hui's figure tightly: "I am the emperor!" , you will be my prime minister."

The Great Yin did not set up the post of prime minister, but was replaced by a cabinet scholar.

Whether it is in the original book or in this world, Yin Shengle knows very well that the hero and his A Hui are working hard on the road to become a virtuous minister from the beginning. The prosperity of Shengping.

Just as Yin Shengle said to him a few years ago, they must work together and struggle together. During the two years of fighting against the grassland people, they have become more and more tacit, and in the end they have indeed reaped the fruits of victory. .

but.

"It's not far enough." Yin Shengle said, and he approached Shen Hui, "The flattening of the grassland is just the beginning, and the war can only bring temporary benefits, but not long-term. What can last is the lives of countless people. The history passed down from generation to generation will no longer have prairie people invading the borders of our country, but this is not enough."

"I know that Your Highness has always wanted to bring a more prosperous and peaceful life to the people of Great Yin." Shen Hui's gaze followed Yin Shengle's movements, and he raised his head slightly, looking up at the man he had accompanied for many years.

A gust of north wind blew, and Yin Shengle's voice was scattered in the wind: "A Hui, there is a world in my heart that is completely different from the present. We may not see that world in this life, but even if it is only one in ten thousand Maybe, I also want to lay the foundation for that world."

"In the imperial capital, I was a lunatic in their eyes, a person who was easily irritable and irritable, and now I may have to add the title of murderous, thirsty for blood."

Some people in the court have always disapproved of Yin Shengle's attack on the grassland.

Their set of rhetoric ranges from the fact that the two countries are friendly neighbors and should live in harmony, to the fact that Great Yin, as a state of etiquette, should educate the prairie people instead of subduing them by force. To teach them knowledge, it is best to send money and equipment to help them develop. In this way, they will be influenced by us and live in harmony with us~

For such remarks, Yin Shengle classified them as "shit".

"Your Highness is an extraordinary person, and he is different from ordinary people." Shen Hui has long been used to living a life of boasting to Yin Shengle, "The reason why they raise His Highness's bad name is only because of His Highness's existence." It just conflicts with their interests, but the more those nobles from aristocratic families spread His Highness's bad name, the more the people and soldiers of Great Yin will praise His Highness' good name."

He smiled, and the tired face and the increasingly high-spirited look in his eyes were strangely intertwined: "The common people are the water that carries the boat, and the family of officials and families are the oars that wave the waves. The oars are broken and can't be used. Just replace them. Your Highness is in charge of the army, and the government affairs are assisted by the empress and princess. Those old and aristocratic officials are also squeezed to the corner by the young and strong ministers whose hearts are towards His Highness. They will never become an obstacle to His Highness, and will never be a threat to His Highness. The authority that is about to be taken over."

More than three years is enough time for too many changes.

Yin Shengle pulled Shen Hui up and walked towards the castle: "This will certainly be my right, but it is also a very heavy responsibility."

He made the most of the knowledge he brought from the later generations, but still felt that it was not enough, and often regretted his laziness in his previous life and not becoming a better person: "The family has existed on this land for too long If you want to move them, you can't do it like you deal with the prairie people, but you have to cut them with small knives. Fortunately, His Highness has always been a rampant and tyrannical person. Before I really touched the roots of all the aristocratic families, They can only continue to endure and regress."

"When they can't retreat, there will be chaos."

Yin Shengle evoked a sarcastic smile: "When it comes to fighting, they are the only ones to be afraid of."

He stopped abruptly and grabbed Shen Hui's hand: "A Hui, let's build a military academy in the future!"

"Military academy?" Shen Hui's eyes slowly widened, and he vaguely thought of what Yin Shengle was going to do.

"Not only the military academy, but also the public academy of Yin Shengle." Yin Shengle's smile became more presumptuous, "Regardless of gender, regardless of status, everyone can enroll in order to seek knowledge, but——you don't have to follow the etiquette of Confucius and Mencius."

In the eyes of people in this era, reading poetry is the same as reading the words of sages, and many private academies are like this, despising merchants, workers and peasants.

"I can't wait to see the expressions on the faces of those who abide by the old rules and see the people they despise achieve great achievements beyond the long list of tablets in their ancestral halls."

At this moment, it seemed that the young man who was fooling around in the palace had returned.

Shen Hui regained his composure, the man in front of him was still as stable and gentle as a mountain.

But he still glimpsed the boundless madness in those black eyes.

Perhaps to many people, Yin Shengle's thoughts and words are crazy, but Shen Hui, he raised his hand to cover his chest, and he felt the heart in his chest was beating a war drum.

In the distant barracks, horns sounded loudly.

In the imperial city farther away, the wind and rain were coming, and everyone was speechless and held their breath.

The old emperor's eyes were cloudy. After he distributed the government affairs to others, his health gradually improved a lot, but after all, he was already old, and he could feel more and more clearly that he was going to die soon. As a result, letters were sent out one after another from the imperial capital urging his favorite son, who was also the heir to whom he would hand over the power, to go home.

The hooves of the horses are gradually approaching the city that has stood for many years.

Finally, on a certain night in May, the vigorous horse entered the palace city carrying everyone's thoughts and expectations. Under the bright starlight, Yin Shengle was dressed in moonlight and light armor, just like when he was a child. I have done it countless times, running wantonly on the long palace road.

The bright armor skirt was cast by the steelmaking method he personally taught to the craftsmen, and the crisp and pleasant sound echoed in the silent palace for a long time.

Yin Shengle skipped over the palace servants who were pleasantly surprised or astonished.

The crimson cloak hunted through the air.

The simple and solemn palace ahead is still lit with lights.

He took off the armor on his head, and Hongying drew an anxious arc.

Yin Shengle strode in: "Father! Mother! Sister! Xiaoqi is back!!"

The author has something to say:

I don't want to write too serious things, so the plots such as the construction of the court will be mentioned in one stroke.

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