Thousands of years of cultural difference. Although he has restrained himself, some flaws will still be exposed inadvertently. But fortunately, this kind of flaw in the text is not a big deal. Because no one can truly read all the books in the world, and they can just get through them casually.
However, such an inadvertent leak made Li Xian learn to control his mouth.
Walking back to the camp in the night, Li Xian felt relaxed all over after throwing away a worrying thing.
It was impossible not to be angry after being assassinated. However, it’s okay to be angry, but you can’t stay angry. If you mess up your position because of this incident, you may be playing into the opponent's hands.
After returning to the tent and taking off his armor, Li Xian prepared to take a nap.
However, the curtain of the tent was opened, and Li Yun walked in and saluted: "Your Highness, Ming Chongyan is indeed tinkering with something. This servant just wrote down the pattern, but I don't understand what it means."
After taking a look at the drawing handed over by Li Xian, Li Xian waved his hand without even looking at it and said, "Have someone look at it. If you don't understand, just let it be."
Hearing this answer, Li Yun was surprised and said: "Why is Your Highness so indifferent to this matter? This is related to you. If this is the art of hating victory..."
Lying on the bed, Li Xian smiled and said: "The art of hating victory? Li Yun, you also have blood on your hands, how can you still believe in this kind of thing? In the final analysis, if you believe in gods and ghosts, they exist, but if you don't believe in them, they don't exist. In other words, even if he has the art of hating victory, do you think he can still infringe on Gu Bucheng who is protected by Tianming? Retreat."
After hearing what the prince said, Li Yun hesitated for a moment, but still left.
Hearing the sound of the door curtain being tied disappear, and Li Xian's footsteps gradually getting further away, Li Xian, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, let out a sneer.
No matter what tricks Ming Chongyan is playing, they are destined to be useless.
Let’s take a detailed look at Ming Chongyan’s so-called magical records, including folk remedies to cure diseases, draw talismans to relieve happiness, collect snow from Yinshan Mountains, and buy melons from thousands of miles away. It all seems so funny.
Of course, what's even funnier is that he is clearly the biggest stickman in front of the emperor, but he still believes in this unnatural power. You are obviously quite old, but you are still playing the trick of being a middle-aged child?
But no matter what, the feeling of being cursed is quite unpleasant.
"You have to find an opportunity to tear him down."
After the beeping sound, Li Xian chose to clear his mind and concentrate on sleeping.
Don't say anything about Li Zhi's favor and trust in Ming Chongyan. With his understanding of Li Zhi, Li Xian can be sure that Li Zhi is also dubious about Ming Chongyan. Maybe he would ask him about Feng Shui, but he would not believe anything else, such as buying melons from thousands of miles away or getting snow from Yinshan Mountains.
At most, he just stayed rational and treated Ming Chongyan like a monkey. Otherwise, it was clearly him who ordered the palace people to play music, how could it be possible that Ming Chongyan could just draw a charm and stop it?
Since it couldn't be Ming Chongyan who was operating behind the scenes, it could only be Li Zhi.
but....
The emperor is a strange creature after all.
When they are wise, they are as smart as monkeys. But when you are stupid, you can be stupid.
What caused many emperors to seek immortality was not so much superstition as it was the desire for immortality and the love for power. Expecting them to relinquish power on their own is as difficult as going to heaven.
Although he told himself to clear his mind and sleep, Li Xian found that he still couldn't really calm down.
He stretched out his hand and rubbed his face. After patting it twice, he really forgot about those things and concentrated on looking for Duke Zhou.
After letting go of one thing on his mind, he slept particularly peacefully. Early the next morning, before the sun came up, Li Xian woke up with great energy.
After washing up, I left the tent and saw that there were lights in the dining tent.
Following the light, I looked over and lifted the door curtain, and saw the leading civil servants inside.
Civil servants are not like military generals who have a large number of things. They only have a small taste. In addition, they have developed a special biological clock for going to court over the years, so going to bed early and getting up early has become the norm.
Hao Chujun, who was drinking tea and talking inside, paused for a moment when he saw someone opening the door curtain, but when he saw it was the prince, he quickly stood up and saluted.
Walking into the tent, Li Xian smiled and said: "This is not a court meeting, so please forgive me. It's rare for me to get up early today. I don't want to see you here discussing things, so I'm going to interrupt you. I'll just avoid it."
After saying that, Li Xian was leaving.
"His Royal Highness, there is no need to avoid it. You can just sit in and listen. Besides, I may still need His Highness' help."
The person who stopped Li Xian was Zhang Wenguan. Seeing Zhang Wenguan say this, Li Xian turned around and came closer.
You always have to express your intention to interrupt other people's discussions. Although he said he wanted to leave, Li Xian had no intention of leaving at all.
He was also curious about what kind of problem caused several leaders in the court to come together to brainstorm solutions.
Sitting on the chair brought by Li Yun, Li Xian took a sip of hot tea and motioned for Hao Chujun to continue.
Clearing his throat, Hao Chujun sighed: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has just arrived. Zhang Lanyue, please introduce it to His Highness the Crown Prince. Don't talk about the process, just tell us the results we calculated."
Hearing this, Li Xiancai noticed that there was a plan on a small table next to him.
Zhang Lanyue, the Minister of Household Affairs, sighed, cupped his hands and said: "Your Highness, before you come, I and others calculated the expenditure for this autumn hunting and found that the national treasury will not be able to support it again."
"ah?"
Hearing Zhang Lanyue's words, Li Xian was stunned.
No, didn’t I say before that the treasury was quite sufficient? Why is there so little money now?
"Don't be surprised, Your Majesty the Prince. Think about it, after spending the first half of the year, there is not much money left in the treasury. If you hadn't developed a method of providing relief through work, you would have attracted the five surnames and other wealthy families to work together. I am afraid that the national treasury will not be able to support the impact of the drought. As for this autumn hunt, we thought it was just a show of national power to the envoys, but who knows it has lasted until now, and it looks like it will last for several more days."
"Calculate, how many government troops were dispatched, not counting the Qianniu Guards of the Forbidden Army? Such a large-scale mobilization of troops is enough to wipe out a small country."
After listening to Zhang Lanyue's words, Li Xian immediately understood. Yes, Qiu Lie is synonymous with wasting people and wasting money. Now that Qiu Hunter continues, the national treasury cannot support it...
Bullshit...
Although he understood the current situation, Li Xian still couldn't help complaining about Datang's meager treasury. After all, the Tang Dynasty was at its peak, so why couldn't the national treasury bear this burden?
If instead...
Just as these four words appeared, they were dispersed by the four words and disappeared.
"Border", "Li Hong".
