Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Three days later, they set off.

Zhu Feng sat alone in the golden carriage, without anyone accompanying him, while Nan Yan only sat on the carriage behind with Xinping, and the two of them were speechless, accompanied by the monotonous noise of the wheels hitting the road along the way. Move forward.

The journey from Jinling to Yongzhou is not short, and the more mountains you go to the south, Nanyan was also ready to be torn apart.

But as I walked, I noticed something was different.

The imperial court actually built a straight road on the way to Yongzhou. The road is flat and open, more than ten feet wide, enough for two carriages to advance in parallel. Their motorcades can walk on it without hindrance, and they can even see the traffic going from south to north. , business travel in a hurry.

Nan Yan couldn't help being a little surprised. She lifted the corner of the curtain and looked out, saying, "When did the imperial court build this straight road?"

Fang Buyuan rode a horse beside the carriage, heard her ask, and smiled, "It's been many years."

Nan Yandao: "Bengong doesn't know at all."

Fang Buyuan smiled and said: "Niangniang, the imperial court has done too many important things in these years. Niangniang lives in the harem, can see the road leading to the Western Regions, can see the diplomatic relations with Japan, and can also see the South and Western countries coming to the DPRK, where can these small things happen? Everything is in front of the lady's eyes."

Nan Yan smiled.

She suddenly thought of something, looked back and forth, and said, "This time Jin Yiwei is the only one accompanying you? Where's Fan Yingyi?"

Fang Buyuan said, "He stayed in Jinling."

Nan Yan raised his eyebrows and sat back without saying anything.

As soon as I sat back, I saw Xinping who was sitting opposite also lifted the curtain and looked out, his small face still had a dull expression, but the twinkling of those big eyes was a little different from when he was in the palace. Light.

Compared with Nanyan, who knows that the road leads to the Western Regions, that diplomatic relations with Japan, and that the countries of the South and the West are coming to the DPRK, she may not even know these things clearly. In her eyes, it was not a small shock.

Nan Yan thought about it and said softly, "There are too many things happening every day in this world."

Heart flat bulging cheeks, did not speak.

Seeing her like this, Nan Yan only shook her head helplessly and smiled bitterly.

In the setting sun, their carriage moved slowly on the straight road, casting a long shadow.

Thousands of miles away, on the border of Vietnam, there is also a beautifully decorated carriage walking on the main road. This road has just been repaired in recent years, but due to frequent use, the road has been deeply dented a lot. Fortunately, people People come and go repeatedly, but the road is still flat, and the carriage will not be too bumpy when walking on it.

It is possible to press down the road so deeply that ordinary pedestrians, even carriages, will not sit at this point.

Such a result can only be caused by the long-term travel of the heavy carriage.

This road, like the straight road in the Yan Kingdom, was built specifically to transport food. In spring and autumn every year, the food they exchanged for raw silk would go along this road into Daluo City, the capital of Yue Kingdom.

Because there are many vehicles transporting food, there are also a lot of food spilled on the roadside, which attracts an extraordinarily large number of birds, and sometimes it almost blocks the sky.

The carriage had just passed by when it startled a bunch of birds on the side of the road. They screamed and rushed into the sky. From a distance, it looked as if someone had thrown a net into the sky.

One hand lifted the curtain on the car window and saw this scene, and couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

At this time, a burly young man who was riding beside the carriage leaned down and said to the people in the carriage, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

The person in the carriage was none other than Chen Biri, the prime minister with a high status in Yue.

He was over fifty years old, and he was no longer in his prime. His face was wrinkled and his eyes were dark and cloudy. He was as thin and dark as a monkey. He was also wearing a golden robe inlaid with gold and silver. In the robe, it gives people a ridiculous feeling of being a monkey and wearing a crown.

But this man's face had a serious, worried expression.

It was none other than one of his two capable nephews named Chen Wenxiong. This person is familiar with the art of war, well versed in the way of arranging troops, and has some prestige in the army; because he was raised by his uncle since he was a child, he is the most capable confidant of Chen Biri, and he is watching carefully at the moment. own uncle.

Chen Biri sighed again, and then said, "I am afraid that more than 70% of the grain shipped from the Yan Kingdom to us now?"

Chen Wenxiong said: "It should be more than that."

"Oh?"

"I heard that in the past few years, the Yan Kingdom has done business with the countries in the Western Regions. Their silks can be tens or even a hundred times more expensive in farther places. Therefore, their domestic demand for raw silk is also high. A lot. We have doubled the price of raw silk here, but the supply is still in short supply. After the spring of this year, the Yan Kingdom sent a large amount of food in exchange for more raw silk from us.”

"Hey…"

Chen Biri sighed deeply: "Now these farmers are unwilling to grow grain, and they only focus on planting mulberries and raising silkworms every day. When I left Daluo City this time for inspection, I heard that there are hundreds of acres of land. The owner of the land asked the monarch to allow them to return their farmland to mulberry. If this continues, sooner or later, we will not be able to grow a single grain of grain in the country."

Chen Wenxiong smiled and said, "Nowadays, food is not valuable, raw silk is valuable."

Chen Biri said, "What do you know?"

Chen Wenxiong glanced at him and did not dare to speak. At this time, the carriage had already reached the end of the avenue, and there was a small road ahead. The carriage could not pass, so Chen Wenxiong immediately got off his horse and took a few guards over to pick up Chen Biri from the carriage.

He was wearing a jade pendant with a small bead ring, which was extraordinarily abrupt in such a remote field.

Therefore, as soon as he appeared, the peasants who had been farming in the fields immediately gathered. This area is an ordinary cropland. It was he who wrote to the monarch of the Yue Kingdom several times and reluctantly set aside a few pieces of land on the border to let Some farmers still grow ordinary rice, and he visits every year. Today, the land in Vietnam is still shrinking sharply.

The peasants knelt at his feet and said, "Sir, you have to save us."

"Yes, my lord, we are about to die."

"Please, Lord, save us!"

Chen Biri said, "What's wrong?"

One of them, an old farmer with grey hair and muddy legs, stretched out his hands tremblingly to the field that belonged to him behind him, and said, "Sir, look at the crops in this field."