C3 The Prime Minister of the People's Republic of China

In Wind Country, the income of the citizens who owned ten acres of land would be around ten silver coins a year after paying taxes.

It was far better than being a soldier. There was no tax and his annual income was thirty silver coins.

It was not hard to see that the Wind Country soldiers were light farmers.

In the battle for the throne of the Wind Country, the second prince Xuan Jing had emerged victorious, and the King of Storage, Xuan Ling, had been defeated and killed, and his subordinates had been defeated and fled, there were still remnants.

In the great hall of the Wind Country palace, Wind King was currently eating breakfast due to the Imperial Study.

It was easy to rule the world, but difficult to do so.

Killing his father and killing his brothers on his back had caused his reputation to be ruined. In order to redeem his reputation, Wind King adhered to the way of the king and worked diligently in the government.

He would not be able to sleep through the night.

The thick stack of memorials was at least 10 feet high, causing him to be unable to sleep for the entire night.

"Damn traitors. You dare to form a personal alliance? If you dare to become a bandit, I will definitely exterminate all of you."

"It's a traitor again. It seems like the boss won't let me off even if he dies. Do you really want to force me to kill him?"

Wind King was a bit angry as he slammed his palm on the table.

He had read all night long, and a third of them were talking about traitors. How could he not be angry?

"I'm not eating anymore, I'm not eating anymore. I'm so angry that I can't bear it anymore." Are all the governors of these provinces useless? After the Boss' death, the people in exile numbered no more than a few tens of thousands, and yet they were annihilated so many times that they were forced to become bandits. What a group of useless people. "

The more he thought about it, the angrier Wind King became. Since the trash was useless, he might as well get rid of them all and investigate.

The tip of the brush danced rapidly on the paper. Wind King, who had made up his mind, wrote with a sharp tone and didn't show any mercy.

"Your Majesty, this old servant has something to say. Should I say it?"

Looking at the furious Wind King, Geh Huang, who served him all night, wanted to say something but hesitated.

Even though he knew Wind King was angry, Geh Huang had to remind him.

The new King's First Government should have forgiven the world. Because of the bandits' defeat, so many people had been stripped of their duties and had gone to investigate in a hurry. It didn't look like a wise king, but more like an angry and flustered appearance.

Glancing sideways under the contempt of Wind King, Geh Huang could only hold his words in his stomach.

At this moment, the attendant who was standing guard outside the door shouted, "Premier and the general have arrived."

It turned out that Weng Zhiwen had accompanied Ruan Yue to meet him.

Putting down the pen in his hand, Wind King said in excitement, "Quick, quick, invite him in."

To Wind King, there were only two people in the entire Wind Country who could make him feel at ease.

"Your subjects pay their respects to the king."

With a wave of his hand, the etiquette of the two was removed. Wind King excitedly looked at the two and then gestured for them to sit. Geh Huang, who understood, quickly moved two praying mats. Seeing this, the two of them let go of their pedestal and sat down.

Ruan Yue was more muscular, tall and strong, with sharp eyes that showed no anger. Weng Zhiwen was a lot older with a medium build and long silver beard on both sides of his hair.

"General Ruan, please speak first."

Weng Zhiwen seemed to have noticed Wind King's doubt, so he gestured to Ruan Yue and said.

Looks like there really is something going on!

Leaning against the Dragon Throne, Wind King drummed his fingers on his knees. What could it be?

"Your Majesty, this humble subject heard that the traitors are causing trouble, and wishes for orders to be issued to pacify the chaos."

Ruan Yue directly said as she looked at Wind King's unperturbed expression. Geh Huang, who was listening from the side, frowned.

Wind King, who was in no hurry to answer, suddenly smiled. He brewed a little and turned to Weng Zhiwen, "Teacher, what do you think?"

Weng Zhiwen, who was originally silent with his head lowered, was stunned. This matter was completely brought up by Ruan Yue. He originally had other things on her mind, so he thought that Ruan Yue might mention something big.

"May I ask if the general is confident?"

Weng Zhiwen, who caught the ball for no reason, kicked it back. He didn't want to be involved in military matters.

"Your Majesty, I believe there is nothing to be done in the military. A mere few tens of thousands of soldiers have been defeated. If I were to lead the troops, I would only need fifty thousand elites to defeat them."

With her hands on her knees, Ruan Yue leaned forward slightly, as if she was confirming something to Wind King. There was a reason why he dared to assert this.

Many people were watching from the sidelines. Although the crown prince had lost in battle and had even lost his life, there were still many survivors who had followed him. They might still have some backup plans.

If he were to make a move at this moment, the spectators would definitely see the determination of the new king. If he was to make a move, the spectators would also see the determination of the new king.

If Wind Country could be settled quickly, then the country's power would still be present. If it was delayed for a long time, then internal strife would definitely intensify, and this would attract the attention of the Tigers and Wolves.

For example, for the Barbarian Country which had always been at odds with Wind Country, for hundreds of years, there had been no end to the friction between All Countries.

The five great nations were respectively divided into Wind Country, Barbarian Country, Martial Country, Qiang Country, and Yu Country.

The three emperors were respectively known as the 'tyrant' (Shaqiu Empire), 'tyrant' (Duoma Empire) and 'tyrant' (Valley Dream Empire).

The difference between an empire and a kingdom was: the kingdom's territory was less than a third of the empire's, about ten provinces, and the empire had more than thirty provinces.

The most important reason was still because Ruan Yue wanted to gain merits. As the commander in chief of the kingdom, other than loyalty, military merits couldn't be lacking. Otherwise, how could they be able to convince the masses?

Along with the rhythm of his fingers hitting his knees getting faster and faster, Wind King narrowed his eyes in deep thought. Occasionally, his blurry eyes would glance all around, and with a sound, Wind King stopped his tapping and leaned his body back. You shall be annihilated, and not a single one shall be left alive! "

Ruan Yue, who had received the order, cupped her hands in greeting. Right now, he really needed military merits too much. As for the total annihilation, he wasn't surprised at all. To be merciful to his enemies would only be inviting trouble for himself.

As far as Wind King was concerned, among the bandits, there was his elder brother's family, wife and concubine, and his only son, who was also Wind King's nephew.

Receiving the order to thank her, Ruan Yue hurriedly withdrew her Imperial Study. Only Geh Huang became a little more complicated, but he disappeared very quickly.

This was not bad either. With the help of a great general, at least Wind King wouldn't expel from his post to investigate those people, but it was Geh Huang's wish to be reunited with him.

"Teacher, is there anything else?"

Towards General Ruan Yue, Wind King was like a king. In front of the Prime Minister, he was like an apprentice who needed to be consulted.

"Your Majesty, a secret report came in from the Information Department located in Barbarian Country yesterday, saying that a truce was recently reached between Barbarian Country and there. There is another matter, if Yu Country's envoy wishes to meet with the king, may I know when it will be convenient? "

He was very satisfied with Wind King as a student. He was talented and modest, but unfortunately, he was ambitious in the Royal Territory.

Wind King had long since heard of the news regarding the Intelligence Division. Unfortunately, the person he was most concerned about was the remnants, thus he ignored the news from other countries. Now that it was brought up by his teacher, something big must have happened.

"Martial Country, Barbarian Country, they have been in battle all year round, and now they suddenly stopped. It can't be that he has other intentions towards my Wind Country, if that's the case, my Eastern Border will have to strengthen the city's defenses."

Since ancient times, emperors had to be good at settling their worries, hiding their abilities, hiding things from the world, and plotting against the future. Wind King was not stupid, this was something Weng Zhiwen was very satisfied with.

"Since Your Majesty has such a thought, this old man has overthought it. But we should receive the Yu Country envoy as soon as possible. I believe that even with the great change in Wind Country, you have heard of it. This Yu Country envoy is probably here to verify the news, and is also here to continue friendly with the Emperor and Wind Country. "

After some deliberation, Weng Zhiwen was able to reap some rewards. He was a scheming person who could come up with a plan to deal with this situation in advance.

The corners of his mouth curled up, but Wind King was not surprised. The Queen of Yu Country had never fought with her and had been on good terms with her for hundreds of years.

Wind King, who was in a good mood, ordered Geh Huang to bring breakfast, and invited Premier to have a meal together. Since he couldn't refuse Weng Zhiwen, he had no choice but to comply.

In just a moment, a eunuch came running in and whispered a few words into Geh Huang's ear. Geh Huang decided to tell Wind King.

"My King, Yan Yidao requests an audience."

As soon as the young eunuch entered the room, Wind King had noticed him and did not expect it to be Yan Yidao.

From this, it could be seen that when Weng Zhiwen and Ruan Yue arrived, the attendant immediately shouted outside the room. When the others arrived, it became a report. This was enough to prove the position the two of them held in Wind King's heart.

"Your Majesty, this old subject will take his leave first." The tactful Weng Zhiwen saluted.

"Teacher, don't move. We haven't finished the breakfast." I'm afraid that Yan Yidao is looking for me to fulfill his promise. But now, I just realized that I promised him that I was too hasty and I hope that teacher can help me. "

Weng Zhiwen was also aware of Wind King's promise. Back then, in order to settle on the throne, Wind King had no choice but to recruit helpers from all walks of life. As one of the more famous cultivator families in the capital, the Yan Family Stronghold was a very ambitious cultivator family, and it was even a good target to rope in people from all walks of life.

In order to rope in the Yan Family and join the camp, Wind King promised that after the matter was completed, he would be willing to be married to Yan Family, and that would be the son of Wind King marrying Yan Yidao's daughter, Yan Muyun.

He thought it was a prolonged battle for the throne, but who would have thought Xuan Ling discovered the abnormality and made a move earlier. In order to eliminate Xuan Jing in one go, he sent a large number of experts to surround Xuan Jing.

During the time of crisis, the Yan Family Fortress ambushed Xuan Ling's hidden grounds, and even paid a third of the personnel price to defeat his opponent.

The person who killed Xuan Ling was none other than the eldest son of Yan Yidao, Yan Muann. Unfortunately, he also paid a heavy price, and his left arm was cut off by the guards.

Originally, Xuan Jing had other arrangements, but they were useless. It could be said that the Yan Family Stronghold had helped him a lot.

Wind King regretted letting his son marry him.

But his eldest son was only ten years old, his second son was only eight, and his youngest daughter was only three. How could he marry her?

Yan Yidao's daughter was only nine years old. She was the future monarch of an empire, how could she marry without having grown up yet? That's why he wanted to drag it out until the children were older.

Another reason was that Wind King was unwilling to allow his eldest son to marry him. In his eyes, his daughter-in-law was at least at the princess level. Yan Yidao was merely a grandmaster level cultivator and could not be considered as the right person to be in charge of the sect. Due to his feelings, Wind King felt helpless.

If he didn't marry, then it would be a change of court order, which went against Wang Yan.

If he really couldn't do it, then he would have to inconvenience his second brother by growing up and marrying him.

As the crown prince, he naturally wouldn't have to worry about marrying someone good in the future. Wind King couldn't help but shake his head and let out a wry smile.

Outside the Imperial Study, Yan Yidao stood tall and straight. Occasionally, he had a rough and big face with one hand behind his back, but his eyes were flashing with light, showing a bit of shrewdness.

"If Mu Yun really marries Wind King's son, and he might become the queen in the future, then why would the Yan Family Fortress need to worry about resources for cultivation? It was possible that even he himself could step into Spirit General and bring about a glorious day in the Yan Family Stronghold.

Furthermore, his future grandson is very likely to become the ruler of another generation. If this goes on, Yan Family Fortress will inevitably move towards its peak. "

The more Yan Yidao thought about it, the more comfortable he felt. He looked at the young eunuch who just passed on the message and wished that he could go in and report to him.

Of course, he was not stupid, nor was he here to force a marriage, he just wanted an imperial edict, an imperial marriage edict made by Wind King. As long as he had this thing in his hands, he would treat the men of Yan Family well, and wasn't afraid of Wind King reneging on his words in the future.

Inside the Imperial Study, Weng Zhiwen put down his chopsticks and lowered his head without saying a word. Worrying about the Sovereign King was exactly what Premier should do.

Before long, Weng Zhiwen seemed to have thought of something and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Your Majesty, a few days ago, you adopted a foster son."

Since the strategy was given, Weng Zhiwen didn't say anything more. With Wind King's intelligence, he obviously knew what he wanted to express.

With a frown, Wind King stood up and paced back and forth. After some consideration, he immediately said: "Awesome! Why didn't I think of it? "

Wind King, who was in a good mood, looked at Weng Zhiwen with more respect and had a plan to deal with him.

"I am Yan Yidao." Geh Huang, who understood, shouted.

Yan Yidao, who got his orders, quickly arrived at the Imperial Study. When he saw Premier, he was slightly stunned, but seeing Geh Huang caused his heart to freeze. Why did this old eunuch feel uncomfortable every time he saw him, as if he had met his natural enemy.

As a Grandmaster, Yan Yidao had been given birth to an air passage in his body, which was known as the "True Breath". His lifespan had been extended by several decades, and when he controlled his Qi, his body was as light as a swallow.

When he was adjusting his breathing and defending, his body was as hard as steel, impervious to swords and spears. Ordinary poisonous substances would not be able to harm him in the slightest.

However, every time he looked at Geh Huang's smiling face, he always had a feeling of panic, and he didn't know if it was just an illusion.

Cultivators: Warrior, Martial Master, Grandmaster, Spirit General. Above, it was no longer something ordinary people could touch.

Discarding all distracting thoughts, Yan Yidao looked at Wind King, immediately clasped his hands and said: "Greetings, Your Majesty. This old man dares to disturb you, I hope Your Majesty can forgive me."

"Brother Yan, please forgive us. I have been busy with matters of the Wind Country and have asked you to forgive me if there is any neglect." I wonder why Brother Yan is here? " Wind King, who was sitting on the Dragon Throne, was rather surprised.

Yan Yidao was a cultivator and not a "subject" of Wind Country. Therefore, Wind King did not care about the title, after all, the martial arts world had its own rules and regulations.

"Your Majesty is right, this old man does have some matters to attend to. May I ask when your highness will allow you to marry your daughter?"

People in the martial arts world were not good at speaking and also not good at beating around the bush. This Yan Yidao was such a person.

Even though Wind King was well-trained, he was still uncomfortable with this direct answer. His original 70% smile had been cut to 30%, which gave people the feeling that he was smiling badly.

Weng Zhiwen, who was listening beside him, nearly pulled off his beard.

Geh Huang also expressed helplessness. After staying in the palace for so many years, this was the first time he saw someone trying to force a marriage engagement with the King. He couldn't help but give Yan Yidao a few more glances.

"Brother Yan is truly a straightforward person. Since this duke has promised you, I will not go back on my words." "However, my son is still young and ignorant, and has not yet lost his crown. It is really inappropriate to take a wife. Why don't we wait for a few years, and then I will give you a satisfactory answer.

With that, Wind King shook his right sleeve and his face darkened.

As if he had expected it, Yan Yidao did not seem to be too surprised. He cupped his hands again and said: "Then please grant the marriage under the King's decree. This old man is willing to wait."

Unexpectedly, Wind King suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Yidao. He did not say a word, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. Under Wind King's disdainful gaze, Yan Yidao unnaturally looked away and suddenly realized that he had said something wrong.

"Brother Yan, you must be tired." Brother Yan, you must be tired. Before long, the widowers will issue a decree giving them a marriage. "

After saying that, Wind King turned around and waved his hand.

Yan Yidao, who wanted to say something, was stopped by Geh Huang who forced his way forward before he could say anything. Immediately, he felt a dark murderous intent pass through him and he swallowed his words back down his throat.

Sigh, Yan Yidao sighed from the bottom of his heart.

So he could only exit the Imperial Study helplessly.

The cultivators of the martial world were happy with their grudges, how could they know that the most difficult thing to understand was the heart of a monarch?