Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (MTL) (1)

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Nangong Jing looked at Qiuju quietly, then turned to Qi Yan, her eyes were full of confusion and some anger and anger.

Somehow, such eyes touched Qi Yan's heart.

Sitting in front of her was the daughter of the enemy. It was stupid to make her alive. It was best to immerse herself in a carefree princess's dream and not wake up.

But she can't see Nangong Jingnv like this, it's like a pearl covered with ignorance dust, which makes people want to wipe it away ...

Qi Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Hua Rongdao, who was about to finish on the table, and whispered, "Sister Qiuju first go to work, and Your Royal Highness will consider one or two, and I will explain the rest to her."

Qiuju Changshu breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling the look of Nangong Jingnv's search, Qi Yan was not in a hurry to answer. She took a tea cup and took a sip, weighing how much to explain or how she could understand it simply and clearly.

Qi Yan put down the tea cup, exhaled lightly, and the complex emotions were gradually replaced by an unprecedented calmness.

"His Royal Highness, who knows how many of the imperial courts in the inner court have taken care of them? Who has submitted them to worship?"

Nangong Jingnv: "This is nature. The food field is managed by Da Si Nong and the state capitals. The farmers who rent the food field will submit fixed offerings to the governments at the end of each year, and the rest can be disposed of by themselves."

Qi Yan nodded: "If the farmers rely on the sky to eat, if they encounter floods or wars, and the epidemic cannot deliver the harvest?"

Nangong Jingnu was silent, and the answer was naturally what Qiu Jushi said ...

Qi Yan bent her fingers and tapped the desktop: "The Tianluo Luoshui floods year after year, and the war broke out in Luobei this year. Although it did not spread to the south, it still has some impact. According to the statutes, these farmers who have not paid their offerings will be allocated to Luoshui Building a city in the north is at least three years. "

Nangong Jingnu's lips moved, and she lowered her head slightly and whispered, "Tomorrow morning, this palace will go to see the emperor, and ask him to show favor ... This time it was caused by natural disasters and the law did not blame the public."

Qi Yan shook her head: "My lord advised His Royal Highness not to go."

Nangong Jingnu was puzzled: "Why ?!"

"His Royal Highness knows that the people cannot bear the suffering of the people, but the taxation has been the country since ancient times. This year, the Palace of the Ming Dynasty and the ancestral tombs of Yongzhou have gone into water, and the war in Luobei will be tight. The state treasury will be tight. of."

Nangong Jingnian's face was dark and she asked, "How do you know if you didn't try it? Do you have to watch so many people suffer? You have to work hard to be at ease!"

"His Highness ..."

Qi Yan was reluctant to let Nangong Jingnu touch this mold, and Nangong's temperament might be waiting for others to come forward to persuade him. He took the opportunity to push the pressure towards the counselors in the middle and the inner court, and put on a tolerant attitude. Let the people of the world sing praises to virtue.

Taxation is national, and more than a hundred states and counties rely on it, and food is the survival and maintenance of the entire inner court and royal palaces.

This may be nothing to Nangong Jingnv, but others may not be as open-minded as her.

Whoever dares to stand up at this section with a little official experience?