Although Li Yi was her martial uncle, as a martial uncle, he could help Yangliuqing rebel, but he couldn't help her give birth to a son.
He only cared about how Yangliuqing would ascend the throne, avenge her father and brother, and realize his long-cherished wish. As for who she would pass the throne to after she became the empress, it was not something he, as a martial uncle, needed to worry about.
Old Man Wang came with doubts and confusion. After Li Yi's guidance, he left with a happy face.
After a while, Wei Liang and Chen Qing came again.
For this martial nephew, Li Yi really worried a lot. Not only did he have to help her make a plan, but he also had to help her subordinates improve their ideological level.
Wei Liang and Chen Qing were both former border generals, but guarding the border was different from rebelling. Li Yi needed to teach them how to start the first war, how to improve the military system, including how to expand the organization, how to do a good job in the united front, and how to create a wave …
Li Yi had always advocated that special people be used for special purposes, and the ideological work was handed over to Old Man Wang. He was very reassured. How to make nursery rhymes, how to stuff silk into a fish's stomach, how to write persuasion forms — he was definitely a professional.
And Wei Liang and Chen Qing, their responsibilities were actually more important. How to develop their camp from 500 people to 50,000 people, how to fight every battle, how to defend every city, how to help the empress clear all the obstacles along the way, such a heavy burden would be on their shoulders.
Unknowingly, they had talked for more than two hours. Li Yi waved his hand tiredly and said, "Let's stop here for today."
When the two left, they bowed deeply to him. These days, what they learned from Gyeong Of Silla was enough to use for a lifetime.
Li Yi leaned against the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and rested for a while.
Although he was a little tired, it was worth it.
Not to mention that he did all this to help his martial nephew, but also to satisfy some kind of complex in his heart …
Moreover, Ruyi had become much gentler to him these days. It was all worth it.
He leaned against the chair. After an unknown amount of time, a pair of hands appeared on his shoulders and began to gently press down.
It was not Ruyi, Xiao Huan or Ruoqing or any of them, only Ruyi would use such a jerky technique.
He was in a dilemma. On one hand, he hoped that Ruyi would continue to be gentle, but on the other hand, he hoped that she would return to her original self. She was becoming less and less like herself. If she deliberately suppressed it, would she be unhappy?
Of course, it was only out of concern for Ruyi, and not because he had some weird fetish or awakened some attribute that he shouldn't have awakened.
At some point, Ruyi's hand on his shoulder paused and said, "Thank you."
"Thank me for what?" Li Yi opened his eyes and asked in confusion.
"Thank you for being willing to help her."
"I'm helping her, why are you thanking me?"
Miss.Liu did not answer. Li Yi thought about it and waved his hand. He said, "Actually, it's not as complicated as you think. Think about it, if your disciple becomes the Empress, you will be the Empress's teacher, and I will be the Empress's martial uncle. My seniority will be higher than the Empress's, and it will be so prestigious …"
Miss.Liu paused and asked, "You're doing this for this?"
"What else could it be?" Li Yi shook his head and said, "Besides, if she becomes the Empress, you will be the Empress's teacher. At that time, even if MIngzhu really becomes the Empress, won't you still be better than her?"
Miss.Liu frowned and said, "Even without this matter, I will still be better than her."
There was no need for a family to be so calculative. Li Yi naturally would not mention that she had lost to Mingzhu in a duel. He shook his head and said, "Aren't I just adding flowers to brocade …"
Miss.Liu seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Since you helped Yangliuqing to ascend the throne because you want to be the Empress's martial uncle, then what did you want to do when you made MIngzhu the Empress?"
"…"
Li Yi closed his eyes and said, "I've been talking to them for too long. I'm a little sleepy. I'm going to sleep for a while …"
He was actually really sleepy, but the hands on his shoulders were getting stronger and stronger, making it hard for him to fall asleep …
…
Cang Province.
Cang Province was located at the northwest border of the Wu Kingdom. Although it was not considered a barren land, it was too far away from the Imperial Capital and bordered the Fringe. From time to time, bandits would come out of the mountains to wreak havoc. For hundreds of years, the people of Cang Province had been plagued by bandits.
In the past two years, the bandits in the Fringe had been eliminated, but the lives of the people had become even more difficult.
Ever since the Wu Kingdom fell into chaos a few years ago, the imperial court had lost control of Cang Province.
In the past few years, Cang Province had changed hands several times. First, a tyrant took advantage of the chaos in the country and attacked the provincial capital. He killed the provincial governor and his assistant officials and proclaimed himself king.
Of course, they were annihilated by the imperial court a few months later. After that, Cang Province was attacked by several other tyrant forces. The imperial court retreated and retreated. Two years ago, Princess Duan Rong used her iron fist to wipe out the rebellious forces in Cang Province. She promulgated several policies to benefit the people, allowing the people of Cang Province to have a short period of time to recuperate.
Unfortunately, good times did not last long. Just a year ago, Princess Duan Rong was besieged by the imperial court and several enlistment forces. After the defeat, there was no news of her.
On the surface, Cang Province had been reclaimed by the imperial court. However, with the imperial court's military strength, they were unable to suppress the rebellious forces that took advantage of the situation in the past year. The people suffered from the rebellious forces and their lives were extremely difficult.
In a village several dozen miles away from Cang Province's capital.
A white-haired village chief was kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his aged face. He pleaded, "Lord Steward, please give us a little more time. Please give us a few more days. Two days ago, the village was robbed and we only have this little bit of food left. If you take this food away, we won't be able to survive!"
A middle-aged man dressed in a satin robe glanced at him and said coldly, "It's only right and proper to pay a debt. What does it have to do with me that you were robbed? I only know that if you can't pay the rent that you are supposed to pay, the master will punish me when I return. If I give you a little more time, who will give me a little more time?"
He looked at the people behind him and said, "What are you waiting for? Take all the food away!"
The servants carried the sacks on their backs. Among the crowd below, more than ten men dressed in coarse clothes had grief and indignation on their faces. However, they could only stand where they were, not daring to make any sudden movements.
If they made a move on these people, the ones who would come knocking on their door tomorrow would be the constables of the government!
Watching as the people carried the food onto the horse carriage, the middle-aged man looked down and frowned. "You've only paid less than 30% of the rent. I'll give you half a month's time. If you still can't pay after half a month, don't blame me for being impolite!"
"Half a month …" The village chief watched as the people carried the last of the village's food away. He collapsed on the ground with lifeless eyes and muttered, "Half a month, half a month … Half a month, everyone will starve to death …"
He sat on the ground and pointed at the sky as he cursed, "Damned Heaven, damned Heaven, you're not giving us a way out. You're sending us to our deaths!"
None of the villagers spoke. Their eyes were empty as they stared blankly in front of them.
The autumn harvest had just ended, and all the food had been robbed by the bandits. Unable to pay the rent, the master had plundered all their food …
There were nearly a hundred mouths in this village, and they were about to run out of food. How could they survive until the next year …
'This f * cking world doesn't give us a way out at all. How good would it be if Her Royal Highness was still here …'
"Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun …" The woman's panicked voice woke everyone up and they all looked in the direction of the voice.
A seven or eight-year-old girl with messy hair and ragged clothes was lying on the ground. The woman crouched on the ground and picked up the girl, shaking her in panic.
"Xiao Yun, what's wrong with you …"
The village chief crawled up from the ground and quickly walked over. He touched the girl's forehead and shook his head. "This child has been sick for a few days. Hurry up and find a doctor. If we delay any longer, she'll die …"
The woman's face was filled with despair. They couldn't even eat, so where would they find the money to find a doctor?
She hugged the girl and cried, "Xiao Yun, Xiao Yun, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry …"
"Sister-in-law, what happened?"
The woman raised her head when she heard the voice beside her. She saw a young man walking over from the side of the road.
The young man walked to the woman's side and crouched down. He pinched the little girl's philtrum and she slowly regained consciousness.
She looked at the woman and weakly said, "Mother, I'm hungry …"
The woman hurriedly wiped her tears and said, "Mother will go find something for you to eat …"
The young man took out a package from his bosom. After opening it, he took out a steamed bun and handed it to the little girl. "Eat something first."
The little girl was startled. The next moment, she took the steamed bun and wolfed it down.
The young man turned back and said to the man with a red cross armband standing on the side of the road, "This little girl is sick. Come and take a look at her."
He looked at the woman and smiled. "Don't worry, he's a doctor."
All of this happened very quickly. The woman was stunned for a moment before she immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the young man a few times. She loudly said, "Thank you for your great kindness, thank you for your great kindness …"
The young man shook his head and smiled. "There's no need to thank me. If you want to thank someone, thank the Heavenly Empress …"
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