In Lin'an City, the night is dark. In the palace, the lights are brightly lit. Emperor Zhao Gou was sitting in the royal study, his brows furrowed and worried. He felt that his throne was becoming more and more unstable, especially because the power of his sister Zhao Yingluo was growing day by day, which made him feel on pins and needles. "Your Majesty, are you worried about Princess Zhao Yingluo?" A voice broke the silence, it was Qin Hui, the prime minister of the dynasty. Zhao Gou raised his head and glanced at Qin Hui, sighed and said: "Prime Minister Qin, you also know that my throne is not secure. Now that Zhao Yingluo has strong soldiers and horses, and his reputation is growing, what should I do?" Qin Hui smiled slightly, with a cunning look in his eyes: "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry too much. I have a plan to relieve your Majesty's worries." "Oh? What's Mr. Qin's clever plan? Tell me quickly." Zhao Gou said eagerly. Qin Hui took a step forward and whispered: "Your Majesty can make Zhao Yingluo an envoy to Hebei, Hexi, and Longyou, and allow her to continue to hoard private soldiers and accumulate strength. Then order her to send troops to the Northern Expedition." Zhao Gou was stunned when he heard this: "What does Prime Minister Qin mean by this? Asking her to send troops to the Northern Expedition is not letting the tiger return to the mountain?" Qin Hui shook his head and smiled: "Your Majesty doesn't know something. This is the genius of this plan. If Zhao Yingluo wins, the Song Dynasty will nominally take back a large area of territory, and the court will be able to restore the scattered people's hearts. When the time comes, Your Majesty will find a reason to take it back. She can rest easy with her military power." "What if she loses?" Zhao Gou asked. "If the Jinren and the Daxia people win, Zhao Yingluo's power will inevitably be weakened. At that time, your majesty can take the opportunity to take back her fiefdom and military power, and the throne will naturally be stable." Qin Hui said with a sinister smile.
After hearing this, Zhao Gou thought for a moment, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes: "Okay! Just act according to Prime Minister Qin's plan!" Early the next morning, Zhao Gou ordered Zhao Yingluo to be consecrated as an envoy to Hebei, Hexi, and Longyou, and sent Qin Hui to Kaifeng in person to declare the decree. As soon as this news came out, the government and the public were shocked. Many ministers saw that this was Zhao Gou's trick, but no one dared to speak out against it. In Kaifeng City, Zhao Yingluo was shocked after receiving the order. She knew this was the imperial brother's trick, but she had no choice but to accept the order and thank him. She knew in her heart that she had become the emperor's pawn to secure the throne. "Sister Huang, this is clearly the emperor's tactic, why do you want to accept the order?" Zhao Zhen asked in confusion. Zhao Yingluo smiled and said: "What if I don't accept the order? Are we going to completely break up with the emperor? Although we are powerful now, we have not yet reached the point of falling out with the imperial court. We should accept the order first and make plans later. .” The wind and the remaining clouds·The princess in troubled times
Chapter: Bianjing Storm · Farm Acquisition Struggle After Qin Hui completed his canonization mission, he was not in a hurry to return to Lin'an. Instead, he went to the palace to meet the Supreme Emperor. He bowed respectfully. Although the Supreme Emperor had abdicated, he still paid attention to the changes in the court. After the two exchanged pleasantries, Qin Hui left. Then, Qin Hui visited several important officials in Kaifeng one by one. He acts in a low-key manner and speaks modestly, giving people an affable impression. However, deep in his heart, there is a hint of unknown coldness and calculation. Finally, Qin Hui came to Zhao Yingluo's mansion. In front of the mansion's door, there are bright military armors, showing the majesty and status of the owner. Qin Hui straightened his clothes, took a deep breath, and walked in. In the hall of the mansion, Zhao Yingluo sat high on the throne. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if she could penetrate all hypocrisy and lies. Qin Hui lowered his head involuntarily under her gaze. "Prime Minister Qin is here to get back the one million acres of land for Ling Yue?" Zhao Yingluo asked straight to the point. Qin Hui was shocked. He didn't expect Zhao Yingluo to mention the matter so directly. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Princess, you know everything. This is why I came here." Zhao Yingluo sneered: "Does Prime Minister Qin know that the one million acres of land is used by this princess to resettle the refugees and reclaim wasteland? Your Ling Yue is greedy and wants to take back these fields. It's really ridiculous!" Qin Hui was scolded by Zhao Yingluo, and his face turned red and white. He knew he was in the wrong, but he didn't want to give up. So, he said bravely: "Princess, please calm down. I am also following orders. Ling Yue is loyal to the court. I hope the princess can be considerate." "Loyal?" Zhao Yingluo laughed sarcastically, "If he really cares about the court, he shouldn't covet these lands. Prime Minister Qin, go back and tell Ling Yue that this princess will never give in!" Seeing Zhao Yingluo's firm attitude, Qin Hui knew that it would be useless to continue arguing. He could only sigh helplessly, bowed and said: "I understand, I understand." At the end of April, outside the city of Kaifeng, the wheat fields were golden, marking the harvest season of winter wheat. However, God was not kind to us, and the continuous rain cast a layer of haze over this golden ocean. The wheat that was ready for harvest began to sprout under the influence of rain. The farmers looked at this scene with their hearts filled with anxiety and helplessness. After Princess Zhao Yingluo learned the news, she immediately summoned Jiang Laosi to discuss countermeasures. "Jiang Laosi, you have also seen the current situation. The wheat has begun to sprout. We must organize the farmers to harvest as soon as possible." Zhao Yingluo's tone revealed a hint of urgency. Jiang Laosi nodded in agreement and quickly organized the farmers to start harvesting. In the wheat fields in the rain, farmers waved their sickles and raced against time to harvest every wheat plant. The harvested wheat is quickly transported to drying fields to dry in order to minimize losses. However, despite the farmers' best efforts, food production was inevitably reduced by one-third due to the impact of rain. Farmers looked at the reduced wheat production and felt helpless and regretful. But they know that this is the result of their best efforts.
Farmers gathered together beside the wheat fields after the rain. Although their faces were still stained with rain and exhaustion, their eyes shone with gratitude. They looked at the piece of golden color that was wet by the rain but still standing, and their hearts were filled with respect for Princess Zhao Yingluo. "If it weren't for the princess, our field would have been barren long ago." An elderly farmer said with emotion, his words full of gratitude and admiration for Zhao Yingluo. A farmer next to him nodded in agreement: "Yes, the princess not only brought us high-yield crops, but also always cared about our livelihood. Although the rain this time reduced food production, the princess decided to halve the field rent. Such kindness , how could we forget?” At this time, a young farmer stood up and said excitedly: "I suggest that we go to the princess's mansion together and express our gratitude to her in person." This proposal received immediate response from everyone. So, a group of farmers carried their best wheat and embarked on the road to the princess mansion. In front of the princess mansion, farmers were waiting in line. When they saw Princess Zhao Yingluo, they all knelt down and saluted, and shouted in unison: "Thank you princess for your kindness and kindness, for saving us from the fire and water!" Zhao Yingluo hurriedly stepped forward to help them up and said with a smile: "Everyone, get up. Everything I do is for the people and for this land. As long as everyone can live a good life, I will be satisfied." A farmer representative presented the wheat in his hand to Zhao Yingluo and said gratefully: "Princess, this is the wheat we grew at home. Although this year's harvest is not as good as in previous years, please accept our heart, Princess."
