Concubine Lan's role in Zhao An is indispensable. Anyway, when the Holy Sect enters the capital, Marquis Feilong will definitely come.
Prince Ning will surely take this opportunity to start his own actions. He is approaching Tianshui Courtyard just to inquire about information and explore the way to the Southern Holy Gate.
The death of Concubine Lan was an opportunity for the Southern Holy Sect to enter the capital.
Half an hour later, Zhao An returned to Concubine Lan's residence. To her surprise, she was still alive. She had just been beaten, with bruises all over her body. She was tied naked to the ground and stared at everyone with tears in her eyes. A concubine is like a pig that has lost its hair.
Concubine Jin scratched her head and said: "We are all women, how can we be as vicious as her, we really can't do it."
They are all kept in a deep palace, and it would be difficult for them to kill a chicken, let alone kill someone, even beating Concubine Lan will make her angry.
Zhao An thought for a moment and asked them all to go down. He wanted to have a few words with Concubine Lan alone.
After they retreated, Zhao An squatted next to Concubine Lan and joked: "Don't look at me like that. If you want to blame, blame Prince Ning. He entrusted me to take care of Concubine Yu. If I don't come, I won't take care of him." you."
"nonsense!"
Concubine Lan tried her best to raise her head and cursed, "Prince Ning has always been very kind to me, why would he let you deal with me?"
"What a pitiful woman. She doesn't even know she's being treated as an outcast."
"No matter what you say, I don't believe it. Zhao An, if you dare, kill me. When my father comes, I will definitely crush you to ashes!"
"That's wrong. The Queen Mother refuses to forgive. If you want to kill me, you are threatening the Queen Mother. It turns out that your family is planning to rebel. I have to write it down and tell Your Majesty that when your father comes, I will take him down."
Zhao An deliberately used words to bully him.
Concubine Lan panicked when she heard this. She never said that her father wanted to rebel.
"I won't talk nonsense to you. Since your sisters are unwilling to take action, they want to spare your life. I am too lazy to get involved anymore. Finally, I would like to remind you not to cause trouble again, otherwise I will tell the Queen Mother to kill you." Grant death.”
Zhao An threatened seriously.
Concubine Lan nodded like she was pecking rice. If she could live, who would want to die? She still wanted to see the fate of this slave!
Zhao An found a dagger to cut the rope for her, and then played with her plump breasts in her resentful eyes, while she lay on the ground in humiliation, not daring to move, and allowed herself to be played with.
"Hmph, it looks like a corpse, boring."
Zhao An cursed and turned to leave.
Concubine Lan stared at the retreating figure, her silver teeth wanted to bite her into pieces, and she quietly listed ten thousand ways to die in her mind.
She will definitely take revenge!
The Hall of Nourishing Heart.
When the empress heard what happened in the Clan House, she said angrily: "If you don't cause trouble for me for a day, you will feel uncomfortable all over."
It would be three days before the queen would go home to visit her relatives. She hoped that Zhao An would be more at ease.
Zhao An was too lazy to run around, so as not to go to Tianshuiyuan and be discovered by Prince Ning.
But what is the Empress's attitude towards Prince Ning?
The empress sighed faintly, "Prince Ning is a clan relative after all. If possible, I don't want to embarrass him."
"Little woman."
Zhao An curled his lips and lay down on the dragon bed.
In the next two days, the court was surprisingly quiet, and the ministries could now go to Chen's house openly.
In addition, Xu Ruqing continued to serve as a professor in the Imperial College, and her relationship with the young masters of the aristocratic family became closer. Many of them were attracted by her to join the Tianshui Academy Literary Club.
During this period, due to the act of reciting poems, rifts arose among the noble disciples, but no one dared to break out in front of King Ning.
Zhao An once again handed down a "masterpiece" by the empress, and her song "Liangzhou Ci" gained her more popularity.
"Don't laugh, Lord, who is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times."
The empress was pacing back and forth holding the poem, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
Her dog slave is too strong.
It's like a quatrain if you hit it casually. Not even the great writers of the past have such extraordinary literary talent.
Now everyone in the capital is saying that she is Lord Wenquxing who has descended to earth and wishes she could become the disciple of the emperor.
"Slave, if this continues, Guo Guo Chen will go crazy."
Before the empress could finish her words, Huang Zhong hurried over and said, "Your Majesty, the Minister of the Ministry of War and the Minister of the Ministry of Hubu want to see you."
Zhao An was still lying on the dragon bed behind the screen and did not get down, but pricked up his ears to listen.
The two ministers jointly wrote a note to the empress, requesting internal funds to allocate money to the garrison in various places, but the Ministry of Revenue had no money left to provide military pay.
The empress said coldly: "When did my household have any surplus money?"
The Minister of the Ministry of Finance lowered his head and did not dare to answer when asked.
The previous head of the household department had his spine broken by Zhao An because of money, and he did not want to follow in his footsteps.
"In all the ministers of the court, no one is worried about me."
"I am guilty."
The two ministers were lying on the ground. They had no money anyway.
In this case, the empress simply made it clear, "I will send money from internal funds and arrange for people to escort it to the government offices of various states."
She didn't dare to delegate this kind of power to the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of War, otherwise it would be like a meat bun beating a dog and never coming back.
The two ministers looked at each other and hurriedly left.
They were just giving eye drops to the emperor on behalf of Chen Guogong, they were not going to block the guns.
After the two of them retreated, the empress turned to the screen. When she saw Zhao An sleeping like a dead pig, she got angry and kicked him.
Zhao An covered his waist and glared at her with his teeth bared.
Inhumane! I'll get beaten even if I sleep!
The empress said dissatisfied: "You have won again. Chen Guogong really intends to drain my internal funds. The expenses of the army are huge. Although you have made a lot of money, the military pay for the national army is not a small amount, at least tens of millions of taels. What should I do?"
Now I have enough money to spend, four million taels is enough to break the sky.
Zhao An yawned again and again, holding his chin up and looking at her, "Where did all the money from the Ministry of Finance go?"
"Of course he was swallowed up by those officials."
The empress was angrily. If she couldn't find a countermeasure, she would be doomed.
"Don't you know how to figure it out yourself? What's the use of you as an emperor? You need me, a slave, to come up with ideas for everything?"
"you……"
The empress was speechless, her perfect face was full of embarrassment and shame. In the end, she couldn't say anything and actually stamped her feet.
The appearance of such a little woman made Zhao An laugh.
It turns out that she also has anxious moments, which is so cute.
"Still laughing, you have clearly guessed Chen's method, and you must have a way to deal with it."
"It's a pity that Xia Paper hasn't been officially released yet. I'm still thinking about the Southern Saint Sect coming to Beijing to give them a heads-up. In addition, the salt-making business is also in the preparation stage... Otherwise, your Majesty, go and beg Prince Ning. That guy must be rich. .”
Zhao An deliberately winked.
The empress couldn't bear it any longer, so she rushed forward, grabbed her ears, and cursed: "Slave, are you teasing me?"
Zhao An covered her little hand and said angrily: "You yelled at me, you actually yelled at me. If someone has a wise man and doesn't hold it in the palm of his hand to coax him, it's better for you to enslave me every day. If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it. Grass, do you know?"
The empress bit her lip, a little at a loss.
Zhao An stood up suddenly and pressed her on the dragon bed. She panicked and stretched out her little hands to hold her chest, "What are you doing?"
